Hi, My name is Micah Park Biffle, I am the author of ' A Man's Traveled Heart,' I am a Veteran who found his way back through writing. I consider myself an architect of the imagination. Here you will see my creations come to life. My short stories, poems, my thoughts, and a little touch of my life.
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There is no finding dreams in the light.
Sometimes dreams are in the dimmest places
-Dreams Are Nothing-
He stares far into nothing,
Looking for something,
Always searching for that which is missing,
But never finding.
No matter how far searches,
How close he gets,
He finds nothing,
His senses are choking.
He tastes nothing,
He smells nothing, not even the budding of flowers,
But he keeps chasing.
Chasing, Something that cannot be explained,
Something that gnaws upon his barren existence,
Something that itches like the scab of flesh
An aching churns his spirit, he swings from a thread of domestic clashing.
He is bursting with imagination,
But Hurting in creation,
A dreamers dream, but horrors embracing,
He searches the deepest ends of his heart,
Still he becomes lost,
Still he finds the misery of the empty, finding his tongue upon cursing.
Something calls but he cannot discern its voice,
He finds shadows of his former self,
Screaming for love,
Screaming for something
Something that burns in desire,
His eyes tantalized by an internal void,
Weary of the journey,
His mind begins mocking.
Innocence has been bled bare,
Murdered in a lake of tears,
A lake which drowns his soul and leaves him for the foul cradling of suffering.
Displaying the corpses of his dreams like trophies of murder.
He fears there will always be nothing,
He fears that nothing, that nothing may be his life's perpetual meaning.
-Have you ever felt like your dreams are an endless chase into nothing?
A Boy and A War
The train had just left the station, his thoughts creep with nostalgia as he watches is home fade into the horizon. His chest holds a nervous wreck, only seventeen and knows nothing beyond his home. He wears an old green t-shirt with red lettering that reads, The Red Menace is real.
His hair short, cut in the manner of a well respected boy. His eyes glitter with sadness as he has to leave everything behind. He knew this day would come but he wasn't ready, he had just graduated high school and was ready for adventure.
But now, he is well pressed into the chaos of the world. About to be armed in the fighting against a world enemy. For months he had heard the stories and updates of the war on the nightly radio. But it was all too surreal that he will now be part of such stories.
He can still hear the radio announcer speaking of the enemy bombarding the world as if to rid it of cancer. As the train moves further from his home he can still feel the tears of his mother…
To those that are depressed, I bring you these words and hope they fill the belly of your soul and nourish your heart,
Today, may be tougher than the former or maybe not. Maybe, today is like any other day, you struggling to remove yourself from your bed is but a wishful feat and nothing more. As you are coiled in the monotony of sadness that seeps from you like foul breath; from a desperate evening of melancholy. Maybe, the mere action to place a smile upon your face may feel like lifting the world from your chest.
I know these feelings well, I know them as well as I know the color of my eyes. I know when even a sunrise is no more joyful than a slaved day at work. When the world is pressing you into the unimaginable sinking of despair.
Where the air is thin but anxious thoughts a rabid. Where colors fade and all you see is grey and the whispers of death sound so sweet. Maybe you have fallen much further than I, where the act of infliction's don't jus…
A Beast Among the Flames
Lighting strikes the open plains setting the dry grass ablaze. Fires start to rise from the hill tops in the distance like signals. I can feel the heat from the flames that blaze only yards from me. The sweet scent of wet grass resonates against the smell of burning earth.
Smoke melds with the dark clouds above, forming a fondness for each other. I can feel my chest rising with heavy breaths as I prepare my mind. This is either the end or a start to another day. Kneeling on one knee I press myself up and stand.
I look around me as the world before me looks as if hell is bursting from earth. In the chaos I find serenity, for I am built for this, trained for this.
I finished my indulgence of my surroundings and pull my sword from the ground.
I raise it with my right hand pulling it near my chest. The point of my blade stands five inches above my head. I close my eyes and start to rhythmically pound the armor of my chest with my other hand.