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Mica Wood Apr 17
A boy frolics in a field of forget-me-nots
to the song in his heart.
Spinning, spinning, spinning…
until he falls in love with the music.

Rolling down hills to rolling up joints
and picking up a guitar.
The music crescendos…
His life has just begun.

The guitar is played daily.
Sitting on the front stoop,
amplifier plugged in—
a concert for the block.

Time continues to tick.
Life is getting hard.
The guitar is forsaken
just when he needs it most.

Making music no longer,
he turns to substance.
Spinning, spinning, spinning
out of control.

He needs the pain
to go away.
Needles at night
and sleep by day.

The man is tired
and lonely
as the endless darkness
inside him.

When the veil between worlds is thinnest
the man slips away
and finally
he finds his peace.
My brother overdosed on Day of the Dead.
Mica Wood Feb 28
One fifth of my day
was spent on precalculus.
I want to die now.
Time I cannot get back
Mica Wood Feb 20
Waves of euphoria
and waves of sadness
wash over me—
Each in its turn.
I want to sing you
my sadness,
and I want you
to share in
my euphoria.
Could the song of
my silent tears
reach your heart?
Or will they water
the greenery growing
through my dying soul?
Mica Wood Feb 18
Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.
I wrote this with music at full blast
Mica Wood Feb 13
Poison in my veins
Thoughts I cannot shake away
Slowly I’m fading
Mica Wood Feb 11
A knot work spell is an easy way
To breathe magic into macrame.
An anchor knot for an aid
so I don’t drop my braid.

I try to tie well,
for each knot is a spell
I don’t want to unravel.

Carefully binding
to seal in my intentions.

A mantra, repeated with each loop.

I am loved,
I am loved,
I am loved.
Mica Wood Feb 10
Sweet bitterness is
Coffee with sugar, no cream
And my love for you.
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