Micah Park Biffle

Today You Conquer Today, you stand before yourself like any other day. You stand before the reflection of your mistakes. The reflection of the scars that pronounce themselves as if they are all you shall ever be.  Today, you stand beside yourself, split down the middle. Yet intersecting with every moment, sadness and joy. Each fighting to warp the mind, each weaving between the neurons of your thoughts.  Coaxing you to fly or fall.   Today, you are your worst enemy and this day onward. Today, you face yourself unlike any other day. Today, those enemies that shake the walls your your heart, will be slain.   Today, you do not falter to the demons that spread lies with silver. Today, you do not sheath your sword in fear of death. Today, you are your sun, your moon, the stars, the galaxy of which you orbit and command.   Today, you are the voice of reason. Today you shall triumph, for today, though your heart feels as...

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. Th...

Fear No Dragon  Eyes glaze in the echoes of yesterday, the failures, the wins, the losses, and the gains. A heart protruding, not only in the shell of thorns, but flowers. Piercing through a chest of inevitable pain and sorrow, as any breast.  A conquering will to achieve the unthinkable though held to the brims of misery. Casting the vibrancy of joy, letting it sink like mist and fill the veins of harmony. Feeling no fear in the sight of a dragon. Pulling teeth of the mighty of beast as if they are weeds to a garden. Using the scales as armor, lifting the heart in the acquiring of wings. Letting no meat go to waste, allowing no mistake to go without resolution. Purging the head of a mask that bears heavy weight, feeling the release of the rotted, the ill and the damned. Rising in the flames of faith, of hope, and talent.  Trumpets sing in the triumph over suffering. Overthrowing the masquerade that bled from the walls of the mask like venom from fangs....

A King, Greed and Ego A man of highest praise was he. His kingdom filled with gold and every pleasure his mind could ever conceive. And with these riches came his finger of greed, his ego along side it. Greed and ego became great friends, they fed off each other like addiction. Always wanting more, in the constant need of a fix. Conquer many lands did he. And as his kingdom grew, so did his greed, his ego. He was the best dressed, the best spoken, educated, and best looking. But he never left the confines of his kingdom, and his father before him, allowed no mirrors. One might find this odd, but not his father. For his father became in his own reflection, as does this king, the son. After conquering the last kingdom that was approachable by land. The king decided it was safe for him to pasture out into the world. He had his soldiers guide him to the first kingdom he conquered. And along the way he made sure to boast about his achievements to all he passed. Every village f...