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Crystalline Palace, Wave to the other side. Touch my mountain, high peak. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ? Hold your breath, cause It's hard for us to know. Though inside, it does reside. We push through the unknown. Awaiting your arrival, My soul begins to float In the glimmer of the moon. My Angels Say You'll Be Here Soon. โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 2:16 PM UTC
Palace
The waves tickle the shore, Kissing the earth, reminding her That she is loved. The sand lives between The rocks, gently holding and Keeping them safe. The trees whisper Sweet nothings, that ring the Chimes in my old soul. And the mountains hug what I cannot. The sun brings life to the day, and Comfort in the dusk... When it melts into oranges, pinks & golds. Beams of safety coat the ocean. Golden light washes over me, and Penetrates my body. That is when I see you there, Letting the light lift you; Dissipate you. Right now, we are ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† energy. We are timeless in our golden hour. I never want to leave this daze. Let's stay in this golden way. 'Cause it's pretty cool, That we can stop time, ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต? โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
Timeless
She calls and cries, But there are only echoes Bouncing on the walls Of my empty chest. She is forgotten. She gets pushed aside. ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ? . โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:36 AM UTC
Saudade
Two stars collide. They're beautiful - Moving in, Towards eachother. You'd think it'd be a beautiful sight. But when they touch a spark ignites, and Up in flames goes everything we know. ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ... My edges are crooked. My corners are sharp. My skin can be rough. My heart can be dark. For I am a mourner, Of all of my lives. Of all of the pain That this heart has gained. ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ... I do miss you, and I hope That you can see, Behind all the trauma... There is love. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ฒ. โ–ช๏ธŽmica lightโ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 6:51 PM UTC
SIDEREAL
A riveting fracture Of my current existence. Clenching my throat, Trying to squeeze out the dread; The panic. I've lost myself - I don't know where I am, or Where my body is. Tense. Because I'm trying so hard Not to let go of myself, Again. "Keep straight. Keep focused. No. Not like that. Don't think ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ About ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. Don't be that way About ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ. It's okay. Try to breathe. You have control Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ." And it's okay For a moment, But the busy hands Don't shield the silence For long. And through that It comes spinning, Entwining amongst My conscious hardwiring. "You are not welcome! I don't want to believe it." But I've been deeply imprinted To believe These emotional rules Are bound to me. So, often I break; I give in. The sheer loneliness Of the thought Consumes me. I wait in the rain, For when the storm dissipates, ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ. โ–ช๏ธŽmica lightโ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC
Mental Monsters
A riveting fracture Of my current existence. Clenching my throat, Trying to squeeze out the dread; The panic. I've lost myself - I don't know where I am, or Where my body is. Tense. Because I'm trying so hard Not to let go of myself, Again. "Keep straight. Keep focused. No. Not like that. Don't think ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ About ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. Don't be that way About ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ. It's okay. Try to breathe. You have control Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ." And it's okay For a moment, But the busy hands Don't shield the silence For long. And through that It comes spinning, Entwining amongst My conscious hardwiring. "You are not welcome! I don't want to believe it." But I've been deeply imprinted To believe These emotional rules Are bound to me. So, often I break; I give in. The sheer loneliness Of the thought Consumes me. I wait in the rain, For when the storm dissipates, ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ. โ–ช๏ธŽmica lightโ–ช๏ธŽ
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Tell me, How do you walk With all of that pain? You move on this earth Steady, going For so long now That you believe This is A part of you. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. It sits, quietly Draining your will, Your connection. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. It sits, numbing Out feelings, Causing friction. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. It sits, waiting For your eviction. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. So locate it, banish it. I promise you, I swear Oh, precious one, You'll find that ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช'๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š. โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 2:48 PM UTC
The Bullet
I open the book. The first word reads, "Destined." Afraid, I turn the page, And I rest into restless text. Lines and curves Come together Making the letters That make the words That make you, and I start to fall in love with your adjectives. As the story writes, This astonishment I have of you Was inevitable. "๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ." ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. As I read on, Collected shapes Come together Forming the symbols That create the words That tell the story Of what it's like for us to touch. Seamless sentences Flow through the pages Floating our love Down the river that is This book. This story is not for the faint of heart. For there are rapids, Rocks, And falls Along the way. There are even times When we both tried To write ourselves Right off the page. But every time, The pen just comes around to the other side of the paper. "๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ." ๐˜ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ. Our love, It separates and Circulates before it Gravitates us Back together again. And again. Realizing now that this book is a constant. That we've been written into the same story. That we float down the same river. And even when it Splits in two And I can't see you I don't worry, Because I know you're just Some pages over, Writing a part Of your story. "๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ." ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ... They talk about the times When I couldn't find you In the same chapter. Periods when your name Had not been seen next to mine For so long, I thought maybe You found a way To get the pen Off the page. Then just as I would Conquer my rapids And approach a place of calm, Out of no where You would float along. And just like that It felt like You were never even gone. United we float, Our names in tow Each with a pen On the page And a row In the boat. Writing the story that writes us. "Where does this river go?" You ask. And suddenly, I know. "This is where we have been headed along." We silently drift to the end. But the water does not fall, Instead, The river runs into a rising sky. Flowing ribbons of crystal lace. This is our meeting place. We have been here once before. Have we been enough? Two souls, With a thousand stories Lived and told. A thousand timeless masterpieces. "๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ." ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ, "๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ." And that is when her heart began to swell. Ancient stories locked In our DNA, released Into the universal sea. And finally, She could see All the lessons That she needs To at last Complete Her healing. ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป. And so it seems, Our fountains are filled With masterpieces Lived and killed. We will move into eternity. This I know certainly. ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™„ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™. โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 11:33 PM UTC
A Story Well Told
I open the book. The first word reads, "Destined." Afraid, I turn the page, And I rest into restless text. Lines and curves Come together Making the letters That make the words That make you, and I start to fall in love with your adjectives. As the story writes, This astonishment I have of you Was inevitable. "๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ." ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. As I read on, Collected shapes Come together Forming the symbols That create the words That tell the story Of what it's like for us to touch. Seamless sentences Flow through the pages Floating our love Down the river that is This book. This story is not for the faint of heart. For there are rapids, Rocks, And falls Along the way. There are even times When we both tried To write ourselves Right off the page. But every time, The pen just comes around to the other side of the paper. "๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ." ๐˜ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ. Our love, It separates and Circulates before it Gravitates us Back together again. And again. Realizing now that this book is a constant. That we've been written into the same story. That we float down the same river. And even when it Splits in two And I can't see you I don't worry, Because I know you're just Some pages over, Writing a part Of your story. "๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ." ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ... They talk about the times When I couldn't find you In the same chapter. Periods when your name Had not been seen next to mine For so long, I thought maybe You found a way To get the pen Off the page. Then just as I would Conquer my rapids And approach a place of calm, Out of no where You would float along. And just like that It felt like You were never even gone. United we float, Our names in tow Each with a pen On the page And a row In the boat. Writing the story that writes us. "Where does this river go?" You ask. And suddenly, I know. "This is where we have been headed along." We silently drift to the end. But the water does not fall, Instead, The river runs into a rising sky. Flowing ribbons of crystal lace. This is our meeting place. We have been here once before. Have we been enough? Two souls, With a thousand stories Lived and told. A thousand timeless masterpieces. "๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ." ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ, "๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ." And that is when her heart began to swell. Ancient stories locked In our DNA, released Into the universal sea. And finally, She could see All the lessons That she needs To at last Complete Her healing. ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป. And so it seems, Our fountains are filled With masterpieces Lived and killed. We will move into eternity. This I know certainly. ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™„ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™. โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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S e x u a lย ย energy, invade me. Permeate through my skin. Sipping on sin And tasting all the places We've been. S e x u a lย  energy, encase me. Cover me in tongue. Lust filled lungs Breathe heavy til I come Undone. S e x u a lย  energy, envelope me. Consume me in your grip. Sip on my lips And seal me with your fingertips. S e x u a lย  energy, enter me. Arrive inside of me to find My melting mind Cascading into rivers, At the bed side.
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Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
Lascivious
The ground is always trembling. Bound to break beneath me. A constant storm is brewing. Don't know when it could release. My body seeking safety. There is no where to go. The energy within me is shaking, screaming "no". Pressure from the inside out. Skin bursting at the seams. No wonder I am overwhelmed, If this is how it's always been. Mica Light
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
Ill at Ease
In the morning The sky Is so beautiful. The wind sways the trees And urges me to dance. The sun's rays Shine with clarity And the birds' songs Invite the light. I am at peace. So.. I can be. But, Sometimes... Swiftly... Do you hear it? There's a whispering... Don't listen. It's a trap. There's no way. There's no chance. There it is again, That fear. The storm - Here it comes. Buckle down. Id better hide. Quick, try. Before it sweeps Me up too high... But it's got my mind. It's here. Strong and loud, This time. And not slowly, but Instantly, It Sweeps, Me, Up. I am thrown in. I am lost within A black space With no boundary. I can't find the edge. And I've forgotten, How, To function. I scream. I collapse. I cry. I destroy. I despise Every bit of myself. And, still I can't find The way out of here. The storm - It thrusts And sways. Unsettles And circulates. Until it Can no longer Keep up With demands. The perpetual motion Slows down, And the winds Begin to calm. But the black Smokey fog Doesn't leave... The dust begins to settle On top packages Of self doubt, Shame, Guilt, And worthlessness. Then without warning Gravity pulls me Back Into my body. And in silence, I am left, Sifting through What remains of me... Shattered sorrow Tired eyes, and No light that I can see. ... I am so angry Because The sky Was so beautiful today. And so was I. But I wasn't bigger Than the storm. Not this time. โ€ข Mica Light โ€ข
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 1:47 AM UTC
Borderline
She carries the weight, As she tries to walk straight. She cannot help but seethe. Treading through mud, And emotional blood. Constantly trying to breathe. The pain that she felt, From the cards she was dealt - Not knowing the reasons why. The tears she would weep, From a sadness so deep, That echoes and amplifies. For the rest of her life, At the edge of a knife - The slightest movement will **** "Keep calm. Keep steady. Get with it already." Or all that's distasteful will spill. Behind all her mystery, Is sadness and misery - A truth she wants no one to find. "She's magic" they'll say, Before they run astray. To this madness they won't be confined. She will never be risen, For her body's a prison, Her mind, a bitter disease. But they have a choice. Without her, they'll rejoice. They can live however they please. Her soul is tired; heart is spent. - Generational Torment - Seeping from the past into each day. Sifting through; righting what's wrong. Hoping that her love is strong, Enough for all the pain to be repaid. Maybe one day, finally A healed being she will be. It's all she ever wanted all along. She can't run from this existence, But perhaps with some persistence, Maybe she can finally belong. She cries for you, she cries for me. She cries for every long lost being. She just wants the suffering to end. A lineage of damage On her plate to manage - A lifetime of work to transcend. Look past the hurt, beyond the pain. It is clear what still remains: The beginnings of a budding lotus flower. This is nature, seeking nurture. To this earth she needs an anchor. This is the beginning of her power. ~ โ˜ผ ~
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
Centuries of Shadows
She carries the weight, As she tries to walk straight. She cannot help but seethe. Treading through mud, And emotional blood. Constantly trying to breathe. The pain that she felt, From the cards she was dealt - Not knowing the reasons why. The tears she would weep, From a sadness so deep, That echoes and amplifies. For the rest of her life, At the edge of a knife - The slightest movement will **** "Keep calm. Keep steady. Get with it already." Or all that's distasteful will spill. Behind all her mystery, Is sadness and misery - A truth she wants no one to find. "She's magic" they'll say, Before they run astray. To this madness they won't be confined. She will never be risen, For her body's a prison, Her mind, a bitter disease. But they have a choice. Without her, they'll rejoice. They can live however they please. Her soul is tired; heart is spent. - Generational Torment - Seeping from the past into each day. Sifting through; righting what's wrong. Hoping that her love is strong, Enough for all the pain to be repaid. Maybe one day, finally A healed being she will be. It's all she ever wanted all along. She can't run from this existence, But perhaps with some persistence, Maybe she can finally belong. She cries for you, she cries for me. She cries for every long lost being. She just wants the suffering to end. A lineage of damage On her plate to manage - A lifetime of work to transcend. Look past the hurt, beyond the pain. It is clear what still remains: The beginnings of a budding lotus flower. This is nature, seeking nurture. To this earth she needs an anchor. This is the beginning of her power. ~ โ˜ผ ~
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It is here, in this space, When I feel most at ease. I am not quite awake, Yet not quite in a dream. There is warmth around my body. There is quiet in my mind. My feet, they rub together. Your lips, my mouth will find. This is our querencia; A place so safe for us. I worry not of troubles. I am only filled with trust. It is here, I am at peace. It is here, I am most safe. Because nothing can break through, The dream space we create. I want to stay forever. Please, can we never leave? The sun is sure to come, But with you, I want to be. It is here, I am insouciant. It is here, I can escape. All the hardships of my life, There is nothing it can take. For here, I am protected. I am safe in your embrace. Together, falling in and out. This dreaming-waking place.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
Dormiveglia
It is often said that the light shines through the cracks to illuminate the darkness. While this is true and is the first step in identifying the darkness in oneself, that is all it does - simply lifts the veil. To transform, you cannot just bring the light to the darkness. You must drag the darkness into light.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Work
Your lips Are bliss Upon which I land so Gracefully With every kiss. <3 As the moon loves the stars, and as the sun loves the sky, and as the shorelines love the ocean, I Love You.
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
For my Love..
These weaving streets pounding with lovers' heart beats. I know these things tear you apart inside. The way that we light fire to hearts, And we burn them for the light. These streets, they're pounding. Drops of salty rain dampen the flame. Fight the fire. Burn up more of our desires. Until desire runs out. Until the fire dies out. These wastelands, they're drowning. What is left in wreckage is more than before. Darker ashes. Vaster endings. And a heart-felt war. As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust, I whisper to the sky: "Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies." and I bury my heart goodbye.
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Almond Eyes
I love you and all of your broken hearts. I love all your post-apocalyptic thoughts. I love every cigarette **** in your ashtray, that stands for every self-reflecting moment you've had. I adore the scattered truth of your bedroom. And I love that your emotions haunt you so elegantly. Break the thinking that imperfect is a thing. And exit this dream. You were born to breathe in every bit of this chaos.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Chaos