#micalightpoetry
Crystalline Palace,
Wave to the other side.
Touch my mountain, high peak.
๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ?
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.
โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 2:16 PM UTC
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 ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ 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,
๐๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ช๐ต?
โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
She calls and cries,
But there are only echoes
Bouncing on the walls
Of my empty chest.
She is forgotten.
She gets pushed aside.
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ?
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โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:36 AM UTC
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 ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ...
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 ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ...
I do miss you, and I hope
That you can see,
Behind all the trauma...
There is love. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ.
โช๏ธmica lightโช๏ธ
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 6:51 PM UTC
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 ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐
About ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต.
Don't be that way
About ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ.
It's okay.
Try to breathe.
You have control
Over your mind.
๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐น
Over your mind.
๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐น
๐ข๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ."
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,
๐๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ.
โช๏ธmica lightโช๏ธ
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC
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.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
It sits, quietly
Draining your will,
Your connection.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
It sits, numbing
Out feelings,
Causing friction.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
It sits, waiting
For your eviction.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
So locate it, banish it.
I promise you, I swear
Oh, precious one,
You'll find that ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐.
โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 2:48 PM UTC
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.
"๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ." ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง.
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 ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด. ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ." ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
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 ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ." ๐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ...
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 ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ." ๐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ,
"๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ."
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.
๐ฆ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ด๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป.
And so it seems,
Our fountains are filled
With masterpieces
Lived and killed.
We will move into eternity.
This I know certainly.
๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ช๐๐.
โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 11:33 PM UTC
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.
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
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
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
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.
โข Mica Light โข
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 1:47 AM UTC
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.
~ โผ ~
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
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.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
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.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
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.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
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.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
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.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC