Micah Park Biffle

Become The Angel You Pray For  Fly fly fly! Fly till your wings can hold you no more. And when you fall, fall with grace, fall knowing you will fly again. Rest your wings upon the clouds of faith. Hold dear your heart to your dreams. Glide across the open oceans of your life and catch the waves head on. Sail bravely against the storms though you may break. And upon breaking, you shall find new ships, new wings, new winds to sail. For nothing new is found in the mundane, in the wreckage of the old. Spark your heart with a kiss for the unexpected, the unknown. Bleed your soul of the old, of the used and stitch what remains with the grace to lift you. You are the ideal being to create your dreams. To build a solid ship that will turn waves of cruel ruin, into gentle ripples of a puddle . Split your oceans in two with the mere faith that you have within yourself, and with that which is intangible. Be the lighting that strikes, but do not strike out of fear. Strike out ...

Are Dreams But Not Another World?  Could we be existing in the heaven's or the hell's as we sleep? For what we dream, emulates what we forge within. Are our dreams not the crossing over to another world?  Where all answers are found but skewed in the comprehension of the living. For many of our dreams doddle on the unanswerable, but draw us to believe there must be meaning.  Meaning, we may choose to ignore with the rashest thoughts. Or bore our dreams with denial to our own well being. Looking at them as if a mere jumble of pictures from what the day had brought to us. But like the gut, the intuition, we know there is something  more to us. More than the beating of our hearts or the ticking of our minds.  Have we not all consumed the feeling of our gut in the decisions of life?  Have we not all ignored this feeling of knots that taut our stomach like string, but fail to untie it, to follow it?  Leading us to disapp...

Be As Does A Tree This is your moment, where you will guide yourself like that of a tree. You will remain still in your beliefs. Holding through all weather though you may feel brittle in the coldness. In the lonesome nights toward your happiness as does the tree in winter. That stands alone among all the rest. Be gentle in your thoughts as does the tree. Growing steady and never to linger too long at one height. Grow with patience as does the tree, never faltering to what those around it do. Never listening to the faults that the mind gossips to stunt your rise. Build armor among your soul through all the suffering as does a tree in its growth. Growing from sapling, innocent and silent, to an abundant beauty of awe. But steady does it grow, with vigor even through the harshest of storms. And with each passing day, a new layer of bark is laid. A new ring with each passing year. As reminders of its vicious but glorious past, that has made it what it is today. A reminder of ...

Let Not, The Past Keep You Blind.  She could not be bothered anymore. Her heart has no room for the petty actions of those she has given her heart to. She now sits with animosity upon her toward love, like the Devil toward God. She burns with eagerness to bring herself to a state of  benumb from her emotions. She wishes to be like that of blood-lusting vikings upon shores, casting nothing but a blade in her hand. Cutting all connection with even the slightest taste of love. She sits with wine tossed back in her loathing belly. Feeling everything in her ache with resentment. Her tears have grown stale and her heart like steel. She follows no one, nothing, but the urge to merely exist. To take hold of her day with outrage and scream till her lungs burst. Leaving her mute from the pain that sits inside. Her eyes are no longer driven to the beauty of life but toward the shadows that linger at her window. Tapping with intentions to draw her closer. Till she no longer ...

Forsake ourselves. The moon is true beneath the stars, But the falling of the season will follow. Hearts will gather in pain whether sun or rain. There is no place of earth that holds an infinite peace. But the ever changing of our souls. The expansion like the blooming rose in the start of spring. The dew that settles upon each gentle blade of grass A story to be told and a story to behold. There is no place that will forever give you happiness, It is a constant battle but a battle that is worth more than the metals of earth. There is no power, be it God, the universe, or those we love, That will forsake us. For we lead ourselves to be forsaken. We give in to a single tear and each after, We fall for our own tricks but play them like a joker. Placing cards up our sleeves to play on others to hide our pain. Hiding within the frosted grounds of winters tears as if  we are dead, We crystallize our hearts with each lie We die with ...

A Common Ground of Love He is broken, found lying in silence on an autumn afternoon. Catching breath from the emptiness that shadows his every step, like the craving of the devils appetite to flesh. His eyes closed in search of peace in the ever rapids of his thoughts.  His breath leading into the air like a cloud of mist falling from the mouth of a beast. His heart heavy, his skin pricked by the crisp air that swallows the silence. The silence he finds to be ill fit for himself but finds this illness. To be slightly comforting in what mental health he does not posses.  And as he recedes into his mind with lonely and anxious speech. Like does a hermit to his home, someone knocks upon his air he breathes. And as a shadow skews what little warmth the sun is offering. He opens his eyes with slow methodical motion looking up to a shadowed figure that stands above. His eyes quickly dilate to the flooding particles of light.  And above him stands a woma...

I Could Not Find Love  I could not find the love I was looking for. But stumbled upon love unexpectedly. No signs, no paths, just destiny waving it's flag in rising for my heart, our hearts. Years I found myself delve deep into the auspicious world of love. But never accepting what it was, who I was. Constantly guarding my wall with troops. Keeping any hands from taking loot. My eyes mesmerized by the sea of love. But fearful was I in the generous body of water to swim among it's clarity. I watched in from a distance, swelling my lungs with love. But quickly exahling it in fear of suffocation. Love had been so close but so far. I kept it at at Bay, like doctor to illness. Finding every cure, but never to heal. Many lies trickled from my lips like the spilling of an ocean. I flooded the lands of my heart like hurricanes upon shores. For many years, there was nothing but shattered sculptures of what I could have designed. But I leapt with fear and st...