Micay K: Favorites

Jun 2014 Micay K

Silver Lining

I've never been able to yell
or scream at someone.
No matter how angry,
or how hurt I am.

It's a blessing
and a curse.

I live to please.
But who?
Myself? Certainly not.

Sometimes I get so angry
that I want to lash out.
Break something, throw
something against the wall.

Watch something shatter so I know
what it looks like inside my heart.

I pick up a jar, ready to hurl it at
a stone wall.
But just as soon as my arm pitches back,
it falls slowly to the ground.

I sink to my knees and the jar clicks softly
against the ground as I place it next to me.

Soft sobs raking through my body
As if on their own angry rampage.

Fingers dig into my hair, pushing it away
from my face, so that I may see clearly.

To see the unbroken jar still sitting peacefully
next to my hand, now flat on the concrete.

I have so much anger, but I do not have a temper. I can not **show** anger. I don't know why..

#heartbreak #anger #shatter #soft #jar #emptyjar

Jun 2014 Micay K

idk

Jun 2014 Micay K

Faith

idk

I guess you could call me a bit of a *******,
because whenever you ripped my heart from my breast,
I felt nothing but pure ecstasy.
I didn't think I could ever get rid
of the only thing that reminded me of you.

Jun 2014 Micay K

change.

Jun 2014 Micay K

Julia Elise

change.

I was born on a hot july night but I have always found solace in the rain,
I am a snowflake rather than a hot summer breeze,
which makes me sad.
I feel beautiful over summer, and disgusting during winter,
But there is something creative hidden in the grey skies and thunderstorms,
That I miss greatly as soon as June comes around.
I can not write or paint when I feel beautiful,
I am too busy, dancing, flirting, singing.
I can not be angry when the stranger smiles at me on the bus,
Or when the man tells me I'm the prettiest sight he has seen this year,
I can only write angry poems,
about the raindrops, and lightning and the warmth of a bed, when I feel sad.
I blossom in winter.
And wilt and die as my birthday arrives.

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days"

Jun 2014 Micay K

Poetry is not the People

Jun 2014 Micay K

Luna Lynn

Poetry is not the People

You read my poetry in an attempt to understand me
versus an attempt to read literature
or fiction
or art
So you pick apart each sentence
and each syllable
and each subject
and you try so hard to figure me out
You want to know what I was thinking when I wrote this poem
or that poem
but what that tells me is perhaps you aren't even reading them at all
Although what poets express comes from the debths of our creative closets and emotional state
you must still open up your mind and soak up the words for what they are
Not for who I am

I guess I get weary of people who read my poetry that do not even read poetry and try to take every single thing I say in a literal sense. I'd rather those types of eyes not read my work at all.

(C) Maxwell 2014

#poetry #frustration #judgement

Jun 2014 Micay K

I Wonder How You Love Me..

Jun 2014 Micay K

Lyteweaver

I Wonder How You Love Me..

I wonder how you love me
when I'm a total mess?
Or how you wait patiently
sopping up tears with tenderness?

How is it that you love me
when I spit venom of blame?
Or turn my heart on and off
siphoning life from our veins?

How is it that you love me
when I'm always on edge?
Or when I'm crying then raging
with one toe over the ledge?

How is that you love me
when you watch me try to escape?
A dysfunctional drain swirling
with anger and self-hate.

What must it be like
to love a woman like me?
I bet it's hard to watch
the abuse from my worst enemy; me.

I wonder how you love me?
Tell me please.
Lucky me to have the heart
of the man who sees all of me.

#love #loyalty #longevity

May 2014 Micay K

What Was

May 2014 Micay K

Christina Maria

What Was

he was like
a shadow in the night
as quickly as he came
he left
met by chance
loved by choice

made me feel
like I was flying
like a bird
so calm
so free

the love I had
was the kind that should be
he told me
time and time again
I was the only one
he wanted
he dreamed of
he searched his whole life for

my intentions were real
went beyond
what I could ever imagine
I reveled in his love
that he made known

I could do no wrong
in his eyes
gained the confidence
I've longed for

then the cold night
dead in the middle of March
he left
like a mirage
he vanished
his love left with him

I could no longer feel
numb
is the right word
couldn't think
couldn't act
couldn't move

still all these months later
I miss what we had
you were gone too soon
never to hear
never to see
you again

if life were like a movie
we'd be together
the fairy tale
that all girls imagine

I would get on that flight
go to you
and make you mine
again.

#love #heartbreak

May 2014 Micay K

Contentment.

May 2014 Micay K

Samantha Elizabeth

Contentment.

How is full enjoyment expected
if every moment we are given
is not fully experienced?
We wish and wait for "better,"
but when we finally get there..
it's right back to the blueprints
to upgrade our definitions
of.. meaning.. of... interest.
I challenge you to see things
not through hopeful, fantastical eyes,
but for the proven presence obtained.
I challenge you
to make something out of nothing..Why not?
You make nothing out of something
every day.
We look right past all the beauty we are given..
and we do not earn this beauty. What a shame
that it is wasted on such careless creatures.
Maintain a sense of face value before your turn is over
and all you have collected from your stay
are wrinkles on your forehead
and a lack of words when confronted with the idea
that you've done nothing with your time.

May 2014 Micay K

Hiding.

May 2014 Micay K

Samantha Elizabeth

Hiding.

I want more than anything to show you the words, both pleasant and cruel that your smiling heart has stamped into my mind, but I feel like a fool.
These words, which are only shared when my fingers feel stronger than my will, can show you everything that helps me get by, besides those awful pills.
If I one day find that my fears have subsided, I'll discover a way to lead, opposed to being guided. If I lead I may find myself in a place of lingering conflict where I'll notice your intent, actions and the difference.
I like you better when you show me your heart, your idea of yourself shelters who you really are. Hopes high as mountains to obtain the reality, you've brainwashed yourself with a certain brutality.
Climb to the top, you feel the success. Now that you've made it, please take off my dress.

"That escalated quickly."

May 2014 Micay K

Vacant.

May 2014 Micay K

Samantha Elizabeth

Vacant.

There are so many varying approaches to life
And you can find a journeyer of every sort here.

Some come through the back entrances down the dark alleys wearing trench coats lined with disappointment and desperation
Some waltz in through the glorious golden gates expecting champagne or at the very least someone in which the first name basis theory is not reciprocated
Some carry luggage heavier than themselves, hopeful of finding external muscles to lighten their load
And some travel light, carrying only expectations of an adventurous future and a strong dedication to their worn out soles (or should I say, souls?).