Micah Park Biffle

Give Me Pain,  A Man After Himself Give me more, let the pain rise to my chest. Let the rains flood to my knees and let my screams of victory be heard to the mountains. Spare me nothing, let no idle moment sit by my side. I wish to fight lighting and be heard like thunder. Let Thor strike with vengeance and I shall raise my sword and rally my soul. I am no coward to what seeks to destroy me. Every burden that settles upon my shoulders, I shall wear with pride. I will press up from my heels and carry my burdens with persistence. I will allow no white flag to be risen. If I must retreat, I will not retreat from weakness, but from exhaustion. That in my breaths, you shall see every ounce of me pour from my lungs as if it is my last. I will take advantage of every second that is placed before me. Returning with a more resistant mind and I shall strike down that which tried to force me a failure. Bring the misery, the suffering, pile them on as a king would his food upo...

-Lost passion- Upon oak wood, a frozen glass. Clattering of ice like thoughts clashing in class. Eyes fixated to keys, withering mind like a useless mass. Nothing sprung, nothing sung, just emptiness rung like cars through an overpass. But fingers crawled across black stricken symbols, bold to create a thought into motion. Yet, thoughts never seem to last. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A mind is fickle as it battles the heart. A mere choice to sit or stand can change the mood of one's moment. As the mind says to sit, but the heart says to stand, to stand and overlook. To see it all like a king standing confident upon his castle's balcony. But overwhelmed is a consistency with the mind.  Never truly deciding, always eager for hiding. Just to decide where to place thoughts and express emotion from the mind to fingers to letters set with meaning. Sometimes this, this is the hardest strugg...

It's a cold night, fog covers the ground and headlights glimmer through the dewy mist. She walks the side of the road alone, with her child held tightly. Her body weak, her child cold, with tears of starvation flowing from the eyes. Car's pass by without a second thought. Many pass by with glaring eyes as they approach through the fog. Giving judgment as they see a woman with a child walking in the cold of the morning. Some honk and whistle, yelling out obscenities. The woman does her best to ignore the foul calls of strangers, doing all she can to keep her child warm. These are not the streets any woman should be walking alone. And if they are, it is for the purpose of business, a business of special clientele. As the woman continues to walk down the street a driver see's her as she appears from the fog. The driver slows down, tinted windows, a clean black body, and black rims swallow the car. The driver slows down enough to catch a look at the woman. The woman sees the ...

What I Wouldn't Do Differently, We all go through times when we make a decision and at that moment we accept it, we act upon it. Then, after that moment or maybe, days, weeks, months, down the road we regret the decision. The action we chose that we regret, can often burn  for long time. And it will burn in any kind of weather. Leaving our soul scarred with a charred memory we wish to forget.  But we find ourselves lost in the constant loop of playing that moment in our heads on a looping reel and think what we would have done differently, should have done.  There is nothing quite like the feeling of regret. It’s like having an itch on the bottom of your foot while you are wearing your shoes and not matter how hard you try you can't scratch it. It only becomes more noticeable the more you try to ignore it. Till finally, you take off your shoe and scratch it and instantly you get this gratifying satisfaction of relieving  your foot of the annoyance. You have an...

The distant sun grazes across the horizon like bleeding fruit. The sound of a roaring battle echoes over open fields. Mist glazes the grounds hiding blades of grass that stand ready to drink the sun, as swords clash, arrows cut through the air, and men die. Thousands of warriors fiercely look into the eyes of their enemy. Eyes, filled with fury, pulsing with the vision to bring death upon their opponent. To hollow the earth of another life. With each fury of strikes, heavy breaths bellow in their chests as blood is forced from flesh by steel. Screams of death pierce the air but no warrior has time to listen. For each second, is a moment spent at the foot of deaths throne. The chill air of death slumbers in the bones of these men.  And no man can be saved by the blade of the dead. The sun begins to rise higher in the sky, coating the skies with an orange haze. The mist continues to glaze the ground with a frozen presence. The smell of blood and horror swallows the air. Fierce screa...

Its Monday, I don't hate Monday, I actually quite enjoy them. It's another day to live and another day to enjoy the things and people I love, even if it is only for a moment of the day. But this Monday, today, I am stuck. I can't seem to figure out what to write about for today's blog. So here I go, let me fill you with ramblings of a simple writer. I woke up today to my thoughts being jumbled and my ability to write estranged. This isn't the first time this has happened and neither will it be the last. The fact that it is happening today really kills me. Monday usually sets the precedence for the entire week. How I start off Monday usually shows how the week will go for me. Not to say nothing will get done but rather, things will get done with sluggish intent and with an anxious tongue. Right now, it feels like the gears in my mind are frozen. They are stuck grinding teeth not knowing which way to spin. All my thoughts feel like paper, tossed to the rain of cold ...

Okay, well, I am near done with my second book, I have one last story to complete. Maybe another 10,000 words or so and I should be done. But, its so fun writing this story, I cant stop writing and I have already gone way past my word count goal for this book! I have been writing non stop with this last story, which is continued from the first book. Been writing so much my fingers started to cramp up the other day. I had to take a day off from writing in my book it was so bad. I have never had that happen in the past few years I've been writing. It was a little painful but it was awesome, it was great to feel some pain from my passion. Having that small pain really showed me how powerful I can be in my passion. That writing is not just a phase in my life but a true part of me. Its now oxygen for my soul, it isn't just for fun, its for living. Where this writing and creating will take me, I do not know. And that, is the most exciting part ever. Maybe it wont take me anywhere,...

You are about to read a small snippet of how I felt and saw depression. The thoughts it created and the destruction it caused my soul. But also my realization of what I found it to be.  Where do I begin was a tough question to answer. I knew I wanted to change my life but I didn't  know where I should start. I didn't like the way I was living, I didn't like the fact I woke up everyday feeling as if I was trapped under a dark cloud. Everything felt miserable, the mere idea of getting out of bed was nearly impossible. My body, my mind, felt trapped under my sheets, like weighted chains were dominating my strength. I could hear voices in my head screaming for me to get up. But those voices were drowning in a sea of my own filth. It took only one voice to keep me there. And that voice was no stronger than the other voices, but it had more logic as to why I should stay in bed. The voices that told me to get up, that's all they ever said. They never gave reason to t...

Hi again everyone, I wanted to start off by saying thank you for your support. Whether it be a simple like, a comment, or even a follow. I am deeply humbled by everyone's support and hope you are enjoying what I am putting out into the world to share. This is the first time I have been able to tackle everything I wanted to tackle, just about everyday. Some days its harder than others to keep going. But, then there is that little voice that tells me to keep going. And when it does, I think about all those who will possibly see what I do and draw inspiration from it. Its amazing a what a little hard work and perseverance can do for you and those around you. For too long I had hid my passion away because of what others might think of me, but no more. There is too much life in our passions and the things that bring us happiness to hide them. Life is unpredictable and we do not know how long we have to live. And I am sure you have heard that before, but I did not truly understand the ma...

Hey everyone, I figure at this point you might want to know more about who I am. At this point though, I am not going to get too personal, as I believe the more personal things can be set aside for a later time, for my biography. I just want to give you a snippet of who I am. So hopefully what you will read will show you that no matter where you are, or who you are you can change your life for the better. So, with no further or do, here it goes. My name is Micah Biffle, I grew up in Washington state bouncing between Everett and Snohomish.  Anyways, growing up I wasn't the most adventurous or out going kid. I do remember though, till about the age of 5 I was super talkative, the kind of child that wouldn't shut up. But, then I got into school and things started to change. I never had any friends prior to school really, besides my older sister and older brother. My brothers by the way are much older than me. So, being close to them wasn't much of a thing till I grew older. No...

I'm not going to lie, writing is a huge passion of mine but it can be a struggle to start writing. I sometimes wish that my thoughts could just write themselves. It gets overwhelming with the idea of having to put my thoughts and creations onto paper. I worry that I am going to make something terrible or that I wont do enough writing in the day to get to where I want to be. Some days are even worse than others, like today. Today I wanted to relax and hold off on writing. Actually, I didn't want to relax, I wanted to give up, to stop, to throw away my writing and raise the white flag in exhaustion of tears. Many may think that is a contradiction to something that I hold immense passion to. You might think, if you are passionate about it, why would it be tough to do? I'll tell you why, I hold myself up too high of standards of what I believe is good work. I tend to put myself in a position where my results better be outstanding, or what is the point in doing it? Another rea...