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9.4k · Mar 2012
Staring Into The Abyss
Miko Mar 2012
"Whoever battles monsters should take care not to become a monster too; for if you stare long enough into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you."

     I've always wanted to look more in-depth on this quote because I always took a liking to how it was phrased. What I have always read of it's meaning is simply that those who take up a path of battling evil should be careful to not become consumed with evil themselves, however, lately I have wondered if there may be more to this statement than that to this statement
     Staring into the Abyss. I capitalize Abyss because I feel that it may represent more than just endlessness.
     The Abyss is referred to in this quote as though it talks about the monsters, evil, something terrible, though no specification is given to who or what these "monsters" are and what they do or say. Their true intentions are unclear, if they even process them.
     I've always been one who enjoys to look inside of themselves to see and understand more about myself, to analyze and to fix and to discover what there is inside of me. In doing so, I have found that there are emotions, desires and thoughts inside of me that I must recognize and fight and face. With talking to other people, heart to heart conversations, I have gathered that they think the same way, more or less. These emotions, desires, thought, they could all be as simple as laziness and procrastination or as complex and powerful as the desire for power or money or respect or to overcome. Sometimes these desires will drive us to insanity when we aren't even ourselves anymore. We lose ourselves to multiple needs, desires, corruption, emotions. It all overwhelms us and takes a hold of us, grasping our sanity as it slyly snakes its way into your more deepest and most vulnerable spaces, some of which may even be unoccupied or left forgotten.
     These are our monsters.
        We used to think they hid under our beds when actually they live inside us. And wait. And flourish.
     Our overwhelming desires that can bend and shape our will to any shape imaginable in order to achieve it. Why? Why do we allow ourselves to become like this? Allow ourselves to be controlled by desires that will leave us with nothing, not even ourselves?
     We do it to survive. We don't do it to survive in the modern era. The modern era of civilized society has no need for such desires. But we did need these desires before. We needed these desires to be able  to live in a world where stability was just as fathomable as being able to go around the world in hours and have food ready whenever you felt hungry.
     We are not bound by desires because we want to be. We are bound by desires because we were.

     Now that this has taken care of where the monsters we fight have come from, we must understand why it is that fighting them can cause us to become them.
     We try to fight our desires and battle the emotions, and we always think we can prevail these in one on one, hand to hand combat. Perhaps it is not wanting to look old. Perhaps trying to get someone to notice you. Perhaps trying to avoid the temptation of dessert or a guilty pleasure. If we do not at times kick back and reflect on what we have accomplished and what we have learned, we can end up creating a new desire. A desire to fight these desires, to not let them overcome us. This desire then consumes us just like the others would have. We become those monsters that were hidden in us all along.
     Yet we are too busy to notice, or too oblivious. Some of us refuse to see it even when given the chance to be presented with it. Not just by fighting these monsters, but with our lives that are going on around us. There is not enough time in the day or enough says in the week to allow us to relax and think about who we are, to understand and recognize what it is and what is going on. We can change and think nothing of it because we didn't know what we were in the first place. We were immune to the beginning process of human to human with monster characteristics. Or, in some cases, just a monster.
     "...for if you stare to ling into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you."
     The Abyss. It's name is mostly associated with nothingness and emptiness. It's desolate and cavernous. It will swallow you whole and make sure you are not discovered again, digested and sunk into a desolate refuge. With the end of what we don't even want to imagine, let alone even comprehend.
     When stated this way, it almost makes me think we are talking about ourselves. We condemn our desires and try to relinquish ourselves from them. But they are what make us us. If we do not want, if we do not care to have something different, we are no longer human.
     Perhaps this is why we are consumed by the Abyss. We try to clean it out of our systmes and remove all of our humanity, and we get consumed because we unconsciously want to remain human, the greatest desire of all.
     The Abyss cannot be considered nothingness, because it holds everything. It is who we are, and when we try to fight it, try to change what makes us human, we are consumed by our humanity. We cannot escape that fact.

"When we fight within ourselves, we must take care not to lose our humanity; because if we do, we will become more human than we may have ever wanted to be in the first place."
A rough draft
6.3k · Aug 2013
Lifestyle
Miko Aug 2013
Everything important
folded
stuffed in a pocket
tossed in a pile worth
two cents
richer
tiny compartments of
litter still bitter
3.5k · Jan 2014
Camp
Miko Jan 2014
I snapped my shoudler
back and apart
my girlfriend's a schizophrenic
and I'm shy to sandcastles
The crank lost it's last *****
a one person axe yard
because he's married to smokes
though the cutest couple
goes to Columbia and Magenta
as Batman's into bandanas
so put one on the handle
though a wrist will be as good as plenty
as the campfire fades away
with gentlemen of sorts
August 2nd, 2013
3.3k · May 2013
Nomad
Miko May 2013
I love to sleep
I pretend I forget
I take it in doses
pretending I’m dead
and as I awake
It’s a shun just to know
that I’m ****** into the next day
with nothing to show
except empty lined pockets
turned out just to tell
running from this life
with soles smooth as hell
I neglect all ambition
and travel on foot
a shadow for companion
and at nights I take note
that this is not the last time
that I will fill this void
with ripped up repeats
and pieces that don’t fit
into my life
I’m a traveling band
that plays music so solemn
a soundtrack to my days
spent reused and for joy
written on misuse
and caution signs beware
that one day ill find you
and you won’t believe
the way my eyes scream for help
and you’re the air that I breathe
I’m more than depressed
more than they say
and your time won’t be wasted
on a misfit like me
I’m more than broken
I’m more than just the surface
because I used to lose control
I misplaced the intentions
but now I’m waiting here blind folded
bracing my self
waiting for the gun to go off
hoping ill be blown away
and I’ll wake up
look into that mirror
and know that someday
I’ll hear someone whisper…
“You’re the one”
2.0k · Dec 2012
Mischievous
Miko Dec 2012
Trees lick splinters
from beneath our feet
mumbling atrocities
for ravishing eyes.
Trudging asunder
and the great below
meeting expectations
I was trying to ignore.
1.8k · Mar 2013
New Stance
Miko Mar 2013
Tear apart conjunction
relapse without formality
undergoing pressure points
assigning counterparts as allies.
Faults in terror arise
as stature is in recess
bring your esteem to the table
flip it for the impression of vanity.
1.8k · May 2013
Exhausted
Miko May 2013
Deaden
eat the anesthetic
immobilize
you've swallowed the sickness
tense
and digest
realize
the condition is terminal
if you keep on
this prosthetic infection
numb
gone to affection
substantial reality
unfeigned
you're taking wired
deceit
and tainted
addictive
lies
hollow promises
that fade out
and two time your eyes
that engorge in getting progressively
horrendous
planting a holocaust within your
insides
that hurts
that stains
that agonizes
the many around you
those few close to you
ripping them up
destroying that one that would do anything
for you
their lives
and yes you too
it doesn't forget
it can't
it takes it all into account
even when you don't
when you can't
it gleefully watches the struggle
the diseased suffering
and you keep on trekking that
self destructive trail
in the midst of a mist
so unsure
and insecure
keeping you grounded
in a life that's actually not
and it's turning those
in sequence
to actually nots
recall?
but you don't
or can't
who can tell?
but
instead of ruining
this real world
live what's actually there
face it
with them
and yourself
as just yourself
even with the little
painsake mistakes
there's a
glistening future ahead
refine time
to be here
awake
nothing else
but you
alive
1.8k · Dec 2012
The Return
Miko Dec 2012
This cobblestone led me to
as I skated back a righteous fro
swooning over tin men
with rugged qualities
and wholesome care,
lending me arms
and legs as spares,
to appease to this nomad
trundling for yarn spun lips.
So fine so fine
this great divine
tie back your hair
and cross your arms
this wanderer is aware
with a hoodlum snare
and fully aghast
to these pretentious fiends
1.7k · May 2013
Highly Coordinated
Miko May 2013
Namesake factories
throats built for
circumstance
going to be involved
character
dealt upon a crap hand
dealership
fighting a feasibly sliced
stack of chance
allotted with time
and pollution
that's why I love
simple
perfect
even for sensitive skins
1.6k · Jan 2013
There's Something About You
Miko Jan 2013
Time stopped.
I was consumable fuel
for the audience of this world.
Breathe taking eyes
strike my body to be
racked with the feeling.
Parts encase these lungs
that forget what it's like
to function properly.
Breathing? What's that?
As I greedily gulp
mouthfuls of air
followed by my obnoxious tendencies
to forget my basic
****** functions.
Why?
Anxious.
But for what?
All you did was look at me.
The effect leaves lasting
impressions to this
day.
Words.
What are those?
I left them downtown
as I stumbled along with you
maybe we can go back
someday
and retrieve them.
It's true you know
1.5k · Oct 2011
Mon Ami Valerie
Miko Oct 2011
Begging you to take me under water
I don't speak the language of keys
And when you ask me to swim
I found myself submerged at 
The bottom of these seas

I don't mind if I'm drowning 
I don't mind suffocating on the silence
The pressure caresses my body
Words choke up my throat
And the tension is so thick it
Cuts sharp reminders in my memories 

The next appearance your reflection makes upon this surface 
I'll just pull you down with me 
And if I'm not here tomorrow 
You'll know where I'll be
A poem I wrote for my close friend Valerie as a birthday gift
1.5k · Jun 2013
Play It To The Beat
Miko Jun 2013
I found a whistle
now lets have some fun
weekend wars
yeah its overwhelming
but what with sleepwalking scandals
hookah in every open door
it's shutting on your hand
Here it comes
night on the sun
mad as rabbits
we yearn for a nourishment solute
Jimmy is colorblind
running the counter
bring in the cavalry
give him your thoughts
on a fleeting education
I've got your money.
so what are you going to do?
Pursuits are happiness
and a recluse is a muse.
Here it comes
night on the sun
mad as rabbits
we yearn for sewn on patches
cigarettes
canteens of barter
keys and a whisk
savor stay at home peace
make the money off of the cancer sticks
and I'll present to you medication
because you look so fine
Go on
you look so ravishingly devine
1.4k · Nov 2012
Masked Seduction
Miko Nov 2012
Ashley dirt bikes
She has three colors in her eyes
I know I disappoint her.
I'm in shock,
I held my breathe
as long as I possibly could
but look
I've got the blanket.
1.4k · Jul 2013
Recluse
Miko Jul 2013
Minds over what matters
rules swelling rocks
that erupt this blink term
crumbs littering the corners of my sight
admitted to a passion so bleak
My thumb holds more
than this reception heals
more than it reaps
less than it sows
there's no hands for hire
I want to feel something real
wary at four in the morning
or at night
when the records come on
opening files and folders
ripping deep in sensation
as this shakes my state
1.4k · Dec 2012
Fire Clash
Miko Dec 2012
My name is a mosh pit
I'm a charming wreck
stick to your guns
and shoot me now while you have the chance
or forever hold your peace
as you stuff that handkerchief
back into your pocket.
Bullets astray
as eyes are locked and loaded
chained to this moment
like a prisoners redemption.
I shout between shackles
and next tomorrows resolutions
*"If looks could ****, baby,
you'd cause a holocaust with each glance."
1.4k · Oct 2011
Card Houses and Rabbit Holes
Miko Oct 2011
We can run together in a reality of our own,
Built upon the notion that such one can exist,
Chasing white rabbits with golden pocket chained watches,
We can see were the wild things are
And ask all the questions we’ve hidden sheepishly under our beds.
We can open closet doors and discover new adventures,
Greeted by a lamppost which we can light by hand,
Matches burning to reflect what we see,
As we peer in awe into the looking glass.
We exist together, forever and always,
Finding out who’s on top of that small speck of dust,
Confronting him with a “Why hello there young mister!”
And then bid him a polite adieu.
Tip our top hats to mystery men in monocles,
Slow dance in the rain as if not a drop will strike us,
As devious cats watch gleefully with sly smiles,
We turn gracefully in time to the cadence of the storm.
This place is one we can escape to,
The ladder into the land of many,
Somewhere we can call our own,
And exist as if this can mean to be,
Where men hide behind their mustaches
And children gallivant in their sand castle worlds,
But we can simply stay here, my dear,
Among what can be perceived as basic and unforgiving,
But that’s the way the cards are dealt to us,
And we make do.
Here we can exist as we are meant to be.
Featured in my schools annual magazine
1.3k · Nov 2012
Say What You Mean
Miko Nov 2012
Everybody has their own struggle
(so be kind).
We live for Mondays,
beginnings and
ends...
In betweens and out of
bounds,
breaks/my/thoughts
into scores
and boards. I want
to leave this city, because it's
almost time,
to not get kissed under the mistletoe
and to not get kissed on new years.
To not share the miracles
and warmth of the family~
accompanied by torn off coincidences.
But don't waste your time
on me, it's useless to search the cupboards,
even if you say this is different.
Everybody shares what little they can
they get a hold of.
Indulge.
And like jealous orchards,
it's out of season.
They leave.

                                  You will too....
                                                        ­                      *....you have to
Miko May 2013
Sit up
head back
listen to the words
**** that too
I’m sorry man
No
people
I don’t even have to say that
so
would you terribly mind?
I didn't realize
honestly
please don’t take this off
don't let me take this
the wrong way
refrain
no one wants to see that
poisoning
the water supply
feeling efficient
you're pretty **** close
woah
step back
and excuse your unwanted
interjections
1.3k · Oct 2012
The Roughest Of Drafts
Miko Oct 2012
Rivinia,
It's a pretty cool name.
I had a key to a house
and threw it in his face.
Color me mine
and topple me yours,
it's off the cuff
like pogo stick chores.
Throw your knives sideways
on table tops.
Now isn't that attractive
to you, to you?
Now, what do I do?
With people coming here
and stand bys rushing there
of the female persuasion
and bunnies up the foot.
All in a confidential sweep
of rice ball rubies
and a dented cup.
Oh, manual window,
it's chilly outside,
so please be a doll
and help me make it fine.
Because where have you been, all of life?
Completely unaware
of an existence of your kind,
with a new screwball
and a lamp for kicks.
Drum stick models
so you can eat and cook
and take down the spark notes
via nightlight.
The roughest of the drafts; true story
1.3k · May 2012
(Not Yet Titled)
Miko May 2012
We're illegal, impervious aliens under
the teepee; we're imposters,
orphans huddled by the fire
and waiting for the blaze.
We're Jesus and Mary, waiting to marry
but not quite yet - no, never
quite yet. You and I, we're
suicide; ticking time bombs with our
shell-shocked mouths still intact; metal hearts
camouflaged by our
overgrown  and tangled minds.
We vow to never say never,
but I know you know those words
lie so heavy on us
1.2k · Mar 2013
Culminating
Miko Mar 2013
It's felt
it's prickling my skin
tiny jabs
remember what you need?
It ruptures a ruckus
in the confines of prudence
it catapults a cacophony
of malice at my brain.
It's a barrage of unwanted emphasis
a fierce and hot tension
erupting a desire
unrivaled and distinct
melting my insides
into a puddle of hate
1.2k · Dec 2012
Careless
Miko Dec 2012
When you tossed across my chest
nails as sharp as words
they cut rifts into our clavicles
spouting ruthless tension
on top of broken hearts
while restricting these wired lungs.
1.1k · May 2013
It's A Pity
Miko May 2013
Handheld
and brain dead
looking for a job
written up on side speak
mouths pursed
poised to ****
remember their last sentence
lingering
judgements held high in the air
hanging more years to a life
keen on redemption
enclosed in a
wall space
that is producing the paralyzed
as pockets burst
with the reward
of amounts that would make you sick to your stomach
and
a familiar breath is all you need
You know, when you're homeless and all that
1.1k · Feb 2013
Astray
Miko Feb 2013
Unattended
please disregard
my altered announcements
are extended
because understanding the reason
is not something I recall
and I'm too far gone
absent
I fall
into normality
conflicted in the frictioned chaos
it is implied
but unspoken
1.1k · Jan 2013
Jarvis
Miko Jan 2013
Let Jarvis keep you company
when I can't
I bet he's worried about you as well
hold him
keep him close
I know he's a tad bit
battered and tattered
but his intentions are still true
I bet he's glad he's still got you
and can feel you so close
and he's the cuddliest little jaguar
you'll ever come to know.
1.1k · Mar 2013
Addict
Miko Mar 2013
I want to eat an injection
taste the insanity of the host
savor the anxiety
relish the intensity
of the addiction
of every fiber in my being
pulling
almost ripping through my skin
clawing towards
the insatiable screaming
for more
1.1k · Dec 2012
Ostracized
Miko Dec 2012
Come after me when
I hurt?
Hold me when
I happen to cry?
Because these walls c r u m b l e
down as I witness my life
follow suit. Be my support?
Care?
Because I don't
[won't] show anyone
else. I'm too used to
insensitivity and being
cast
          *aside
1.0k · Jan 2013
Seemingly So
Miko Jan 2013
Closest claim to sanity
at the bottom of the bargain bin
never leaving this asylum
as our entire lives
can be defined by padded rooms.
Walls an industrious mockery
sealing the deal with
an acrued defiance.
So be careful what we deem
scapegoats
as thoughts, they
all float
mind castles and inverted
moats,
replenishing the blast as
it recedes
1.0k · Apr 2012
And In This Instance
Miko Apr 2012
As every new piece falls into place
it's almost as if every new spectacle
makes the world spin a little slower somehow,
the buzzing and humming of
everyday life
grow faint.
The birds sing a little softer
even populations an ocean away
calm themselves
to listen.

New thoughts are crawling, picking through your
nights and chest in every intense
instant that you're silent
knowing that the only fitting conclusion
is when you
melt and burn
everything in reach,
in thought,
in sight.
To forge a new beauty in the
ashes.
Untouchable in it's eternal glory
that it strikes like lightning inside you
and pulsates like a sore exhaustion within you,
burning it's message into the minds
and throats of all who encounter it.

The moment you begin, it will
grab you by the collar, draw
you in close, demand your
attention, and brush away reality
until...
the words are all you know,
the feeling is all that dwells as an epicenter,
your actions take spark and ignite like sporadic hellfire,
consuming your once well known existence.
All because...
the pulsating force inside you
ripping you apart
is too powerful to hold inside any longer.
A parasitic longing engulfs you
the nature,
the emotions,
it clasps itself
and secures itself
to you.
Hook.
Line.
And sinker.

And as you ponder its cause,
its hectic reign,
you decide you want to recreate it,
if you could only find the words...
or even the sense to do so,
and to understand why.
It's gnawing at your conscious
and disrupting your curiosity.
It's peaked,
and there's nothing there
beside you
under you
no support or basin
to catch it when it
pours out
and overflows.
Wasted, covering the floor.
But you're not too far off it now, are you?
Maybe.
You KNOW it's hard to wait for something you know might not happen.
but
can you make it happen
with the shear thought?
Or will actions have to take place?
Something that will have to happen.
Some things that you've never attempted.
Or some that haven't even
cut across your morals.

Knowing, whenever you begin,
it's as if the world slows down a little
and listens
and waits
and waits
and the few uninspired phrases you scribble
down in a feeble attempt to latch yourself into
a safe spot in a lucid environment
they stop coming.
And you freeze.
And it blurs before your eyes,
which twitch,
suddenly unable to decipher the clever coding before you
that you don't even comprehend what
you yourself are writing
what you're thinking
what you are doing and what you are
putting into motion.
And that same rhythm that once came so easily
that once took you by the hand in a delight surprise
beating in sync with your innocent and glorious heart
MAY BE the place that catapults you
somewhere where nothing matters
or where nothings mattered in the first place.
A realization into a new universe
where it was simple, except the page in your hand
and your willingness to express
and your subconscious will to absorb.

Now?
Every letter, every phrase,
every spoken syllable even,
has a hollow ring
that used to ring so true
populations an ocean way
stop to listen
stop.
to listen.
But all they hear?
Is you
fall apart.
That pulsating force?
Is trapped behind the walls of frustration and ink
tearing at your seams and
shredding your sense of being
your sense of knowing yourself
collapsing you
immobilizing you
right to edge of it all,
and then it reconstructs you
from the inside out.

Every new letter
makes the world spin a little slower
and your diseased and revolting struggle
last a little longer
and makes you ponder:
Does this sound like thunder?
Like roars of oceans and seas of innocent cries?
Of suffering
and injustice?
That God intends this all to happen for a reason?
Thin echoes in the distance,
echoes of a truth
no longer worthy of being heard
ring true
but hidden.
Does this look like freedom?
or right words in wrong places?
Craving life from
within their blue lined boundaries
inside homes where they'll never belong
where they'll never be searched for
or discovered
or interrogated.
A secret that's not so secret
under blankets of mangled beliefs.
What we thought we knew,
is all wrong.
So what do we know?
Does this feel like an earthquake?
Do you reverberate every syllable in your essence?
A population an ocean away
stop
and wait
and listen
but what they hear from you
currently
is a million words that escape
your gaping mouth
when all that is truly coming out
is a sick silence.
I sort of wrote this for somebody, not that they know or that it matters. I write for people a lot. Bleh,
Also, my first real attempt with a free form style and it is my longest poem thus far
1.0k · Aug 2013
I dont have a title yet...
Miko Aug 2013
I'm consumed by frozen thought
when you ask such things
there's not enough moments
to consider what is even happening
around me
I jolt
I'm left to irrational thinking
as an entirety
my mind is not awake
but busting like hell on overdose
Bustling with industrious city streets
thrusted to the marrow with teeming life
I can't concentrate
and my body stiffens
I appear like I don't care
like I don't feel
like I'm not there
because I'm not
and yet I am
sure thing
the answers don't formulate well in my head
as you have heard
but still i travel so far in my efforts
to conjure a word
a thought
maybe even an inkling
of what I'm going to spurt next
alas again I am left void of words
none whatsoever
all of this taking places
so rushed
it feels like a dozen hours
wrought to the bone with anxiety
when it has only in reality
been a handful of seconds
ticking away
as I am left blank
in which you are leaving
breathes taken fast
like this is all ending
you just get up and leave
my thoughts are perplexed
how am i supposed to continuously handle that?
Dish this out too often
I'm starving on this abandonment
in weak hours and my most fragile moments
you didn't kiss me goodbye
threads left open
and sore
my heart aches as I can'y sleep this night
you left me
again
and as you had raced to pack
you left me crying as you went about
just as you do
you just got up
and left me
why am I not used to this by now?
again
I wrote this in the middle of the night a few days ago when I was barely awake so yeah meow
1.0k · Oct 2011
Untitled thus far
Miko Oct 2011
/in private/ 
Red lipstick kisses on my eyelids,
Blinking fast and fading,
blooded tears, crimson stains and stylish smirks.
But they won't [don't] see me crying 
/in the public/
It's a cold blooded world
and I'm scared they won't see me trying.
The cellophane between rules 
and skin let me know
that this hologram is impenetrable 

I was only 15 years old, 
and you tried to make me feel beautiful in the ugliest ways
You fired a gun and 
shattered my heart in the red room so 
no one would see.
(Shattered my heart in the red room so no one would see)

/In secret/
Red lipstick kisses on my eyelids
Blinking blurs of tears and sleep
I saw ideals swimming alongside blood
Cells as I closed my eyes to a 
sea of red.
       /they said, 
                  tonight,/
           /I'd be better off dead/

Red blooded tears,
Crimson stains and fears
Stylish smirks catch private redemptions.
But they won't [can't] see me crying
   /in private/
             /in public/
                          /at all/
It's a cold hearted world
and I'm scared I won't see my trying.

I was only 15 years old, 
and you tried to make me feel beautiful in the ugliest ways
You fired a gun and 
shattered my heart in the red room so 
no one would see.

You were the first, 
but you won't be the last. 
You'll never last
shattered my heart in the red room so 
no one would see.
The cellophane between rules 
and skin let me know
that this hologram is impenetrable  x2
1.0k · Oct 2011
Insane The Release
Miko Oct 2011
Lightly airbrushed girls, they tie ribbons in
their hair. Speak of innocence as they kneel
to their own affairs and softly say their
prayers. Skeletons and piano keys,
porcelain, extraordinarily white
and wary to be played, so unlike your
auricular thoughts. Grimoires and cairn like
symphonies, we’re wanting to be repaired.
Ramage poem
1.0k · Oct 2011
Unconscious
Miko Oct 2011
Lost...
           in the wake
Who will move first?
I wasn't awake
Me 
      or 
           the world?
      I survived my wake
  I can feel the apocalypse inside my chest
         Am I alive in the sleep?
Supernova, 
                   but imploding in
This R.E.M life cut me in too deep
                            I am only space and time
     It's never good...
                                  Night
Miko May 2012
I wonder what I'm doing here
thinking of the stars and their light
couches that don’t quite fit two people
rooms a dull dark
save the soft light
spilling out of the television set

I miss doing that with you

I'm like this astronaut wannabe
I want to be more than on top of the world,
more than a small step,
I want to shoot higher
but still a part of it
A part of yours
I want to leap the great distance
but have you next to me
to be a part of mine
like two cats caught up in that tree,
being up so high
so far from you;
It distresses me

And it’s been so long
and I’ve matured for that third
or perhaps that fourth time
but in this instance I know
It’s different
for a better
though
It’s lost
for a cause
and yet still
understanding

I sit here now
in the shame of this congested mind
I've always wondered,
maybe if I had changed
maybe if you can see how I really am now
(on the inside of course)
because I have this inkling
that perhaps you’d like it
… just maybe
913 · Dec 2012
A title goes here
Miko Dec 2012
I can't keep battling this
staring from below
from designer candles
clawing up wax walls of
robust denial.
Screaming for ascension
to disguise the integrity
of rudimentary expectations
lacking a manageable approach,
but have you noticed lately?
I'm only human
and my actions are just as so.
909 · Feb 2013
Renewal (10w)
Miko Feb 2013
My throat is ravaged
like the uncharted depths
of forgiveness
Miko Oct 2011
I'd let you put your hand on my chest and tell you to close your eyes and see the kingdoms beneath my skin. Caverns and tunnels left barren and untouched, ready to be discovered, lie in wait for intrusion and the human touch. All these roads and back alleys follow up into the intersection of my heart and sanity. "You built this world on dreams, bricked fantasies and concrete love" you would say, if we existed. But if I did the same, would there be paper walls or wall paper skin? Would there be a barrier to entry or the warmest welcome yet to be given to me?

       I would love to be your dream house, and play all the roles of the pieces inside, trying to be all the functions you need and deserve and use to survive. If I knocked, would you let me in? For our hearts are brittle oragami folding and unfurling in our chests; our life supply, so soft inside these metallic apparatus's we operate on demand. I will be ready to operate whenever you wish and my metallic lips will kiss you and our lives will never rust.

       We've built these systems of ourselves, our clock work hearts, our factories of suspicion, and our steel vaults concealing our trust. We will go far; the farthest leagues whether it stretch arms length and beyond, or a thousand leagues below the most hungry and sleepy sea.

       We'll build our own worlds. I myself have this Empire Heart; it beats for the people, but it beats most importantly for you. With me, you'll never be alone. Sometimes the clouds swoop in at night, blocking out your view of the stars, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. I'm always here. I am an everyday forecast. Desolation will never be an option when I exist in your world or in your dreams.

       This world with a purpose, while purposefully perilous paths deter from direction, intersects and overlaps to create a maze built by masterminds. I refuse to romanticize with this belief though I will play along and remove myself stage left when I feel the need to be absolutely necessary. Time and goodbyes must conspire in order to keep the assembly line frantically recycling. So much movement for a planet that leads us to believe we're standing still, but then again, this world was built for me and you and is hidden in the confines of my hearts reality. I've simply been living in a dream about you. Would you taint something beautiful to make it perfect? Or would you destroy something perfect to make it beautiful? That's how this world is and the human version of "reality" fascinates me; It entails nothing really. So long as you alter every microscopic detail to standardised fraud. To think all this is encased in the refines of my cage like chest.
A freewrite (yes I know, not poetry), a work in progress and like most everything I write
869 · Dec 2012
Lacks Whiskers
Miko Dec 2012
Stray away
like a cat in an alley
knows what he wants
but too timid to find it.
867 · Jan 2013
Elephants Fire
Miko Jan 2013
I set our elephants alight
witnessing as their cores dripped
as fire warmer their bellies.
I was hoping that maybe that fire
It'd reach their hearts
and all over their body they'll
feel the warmth, the tingling
sensation, maybe
they can have that,
maybe it could transfer
on.
Say something
reveal something
a warmth I tried to achieve today
by taking a scalding shower
to where my skin hurt
all over
and all I was causing was more pain.
Nothing compares to the warmth
of the elephants heart
and nothing compares to the warmth
of your touch,
the love of your heart
not a thing even comes remotely
close.
850 · Feb 2013
Choice Shot
Miko Feb 2013
I want to drink your eyes to sleep
cause a brawl in your brain
delete pardon me
and rejoice modern afterthought
repeat and push off the cliff
843 · May 2012
Theatrics
Miko May 2012
As an actor on the stage
Of a drama
Of a life
Of a musical
in the daily flux of time,
keep the curtains closed
a fixated audience
on lines withheld secretly backstage.
Continually crossing
frontiers \ feeding them the actions,
the right notes and rhythms
I move from one space to another-
no strings attached.
Today in this dry theatre
(the deserted harbor)
of my mind \the words lie on their sides
incapable of setting
to the sea
endeavoring to fill each one
with some resemblance of
normality
Miko Nov 2012
Your jawline is killing me.
Stop.
Promise.
One word.
A revelation of meaning.
I want to tell you
everything.
822 · May 2012
Broken Hearted
Miko May 2012
We are waiting
We are watching
We are waiting
to end everything

We have a plan
for disaster
a recipe for
exclusion

The infection is
spreading
to our hearts
and our minds

We are watching
We are installed
We are watching
In an instilled horror

We are poisoned
by our own
futile hopes
and silly dreams

Hemlock tastes the way
It should;
Like death and disaster
With a peculiar hint of dedication

We are installed
We are enthralled
We are installed
In this idiosyncratic world

We step forth and expand
Blame it all on
The vendetta on
our youth

We are killing
each other slowly
to prepare
for the newest end
812 · May 2012
A Candy Coated Venom
Miko May 2012
The ugly within
         is framed in gold
a picture-perfect monster
              dressed and poised
                          to ****
801 · Nov 2012
Do You Realize It?
Miko Nov 2012
I'm waiting for you
since this early morning
where the night still is
and what is is still not here.
The lovely loner
cocooned in the sheets
and masked shame with
lies to share.
Your awful vagueness
and broken words
cuts in the air beside my head.
My chest screams for assurance
why won't you give it to me?
You claim it's all alright
but your eyes shift in ways
that make my heart panic.
Why are you doing this to me?
801 · Jan 2013
To Sleep Forever
Miko Jan 2013
After last nights debauchery,
dying is an illusion
that I cannot attain.
I unfurled the sheets,
thriving on the threads
of an emaciated cocoon.
Nagging thoughts,
urges,
living on the
possibilities of
slip ups.
My reality
broken
through the alarm clock
of any particular morning.
I want to sleep forever
in mass amounts of memories.
My mind resented the idea
of propelling forward,
of the insatiable desire
of being wanted as much
as I project and feed
the want I have inside.
To be forgotten and let go
from heart and eyes,
to the keys from which
you use to type and
unlock doors of all sorts.
It's moments like this,
though
that I wish I would die
Miko Feb 2013
One time
I walked to your house
a few towns over
because I didn't believe you existed
and I was delightfully surprised
when you answered the door
my disbelief hushed for that night.
The next occasion
you were in pain
I couldn't bring myself to leave you
desolate in such a way
so I hopped halfway
and strides for the rest
persistent in my actions
overwhelmed with my thoughts
and arrived again at your door.
The third was the best
you had no idea
not that you did any time before
I traveled the whole distance
skipped my every other Wednesday
and ventured past it towards your direction
seeping with an excitement so grand
anxious with what was ahead of me
to see your face
and to just  make you smile
against the wishes of others
as you opened that familiar door
and let me into your world.
Was it worth it? Each and every time
789 · Feb 2013
For The Light Nights
Miko Feb 2013
I remember when it was too hot to sleep
and life was a bright mixture of the nostalgia
the longing for more
but the satisfaction in knowing the dreams
they are there
and here the fools are abroad
and loaders among the scene
everlasting falls of existence
and the rises are continuous in their
sly factions and ridiculous convictions
but we cannot break what is not ours
inherit the backlash of a revolution intertwined
and sleep with a volume tonight
788 · Dec 2012
Burnt Out
Miko Dec 2012
Show your skills, rippled shoe strings
that stretch across your hi def reach
ringing bells of desperation
as ridicule infests your lungs.
Rip open the box to reveal sunshine trivials
dabbled with stationed wagons
filled to the brim with newspaper quantams
and this fear to breath.
Reapers hold, besides revival,
and conjure greatness with health adjourned
bring yourself to shame
unadorned
prepare for this standpoint
and persistent sins
762 · Dec 2012
haiku #6
Miko Dec 2012
I hate when my sheets
smell like you at all of the
most hurtful moments
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