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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An Act, A Scene, A Love With One Side
A Love With One Side
"May I be as bold to say, I love you?! Or am I fool for placing my heart to the quiver of your soul?
For I know you speak as if your heart is no longer a place for love. I know your tears fall not for me, but for the former, and the lonesome hole that reverberates in reminder of your fragile being."
"Yes, you are fool for such a thing. For I am torn in pieces, scattered among many, devoured in their mouths and never given peace. I am a fool myself, for I dwell well in the former. Cutting my own wings from my back. For I fear, that if I fly, I will collapse under the gravity of another's heart. That I shall never feel myself again, nor the warmth of another. I am better in quarry of the broken, than seeking the blood of love."
"I feel your pain, I hear it as clear as the rain upon my roof. I have listened well and gave tribute in your pain. We have exchanged bodies, even souls. Or, in the least, I have given you mine. Do I not bear what you wish for? For have we not shared laughter from the depths of our hearts? Have we not spoke of our shattered selves as if we speak to ourselves?"
"There is nothing I wish for, but the silence of my heart and the ceasing of my tears. Too many times have I crawled from the crowded lungs of the hopeless, playing a romance in my head. A romance that shall never be. For all I have seen, brings nothing but despair and deceit. Preying upon my feeble ego and my sickly soul. Stringing me along as if I am nothing more than a meal. A meal to suffice the hunger of the body."
"But I seek not your body, but your soul. I have been drawn to you as is a man drawn to a Siren. I would gladly give my head, as does the mantis. In the hopes it would allow me such a love as you. I wish only to bring you hope, faith, and love. To lift you when you are low, and praise you when you are high. I shall sacrifice that which will bring you abundance of what ever you desire."
"You truly are a fool, you would be willing to give yourself up for the mere chance to bath in my love, my presence. I am damned, have you not felt my words that rave from my heart? I am no suitor for any. I am arid of joy, for love and wish no more of its fraudulence. I have given it much of my soul, if not all. To bear it any more would only place me into an oblivion. Never to return and be but a mask of who I am."
"Oh, how I weep for you in such thought. But being the fool that I am, I shall leave now, but shall return when the moon speaks to us both. And we are left in the undesirable need to settle, and I shall pray that my heart will hold out for such a day."
"If that is what your foolish heart tells you, then so be it. But be not broken, or resentful, when my heart feels not for you."
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.