It’s the Way and the Reason

It’s the way you lift your head and stare into my existence with those marvelous marble blue glancers. It’s the way you fill a room with positive energy as if it’s full of Disney concert dancers. It’s the reason I’m quiet when I seem like I’m all out of answers.

It’s the way your hair bops to the beat of your journey through life. It’s the way you appreciate the little things I do when I’m only trying to be nice. It’s the way you make me laugh even when I’m a tad bit full of spice.

It’s the way you jump on an adventure opportunity so suddenly. It’s the way to push me to be a better man instead of trying to control me. It’s the way you goofinize simple words and phrases so it’ll suit your personality. But alas… it all accumilates to the way you make me feel when you say you Love Me.

You’re the reason I want to listen. A personality that glistens. My heart smitten. Singularity arisen. Two souls blended. A whirlpool of love and friendship…

A relationship mended. ♥

-MiRo

The Idea

As the years go by and the pain of heartache ceases to subside, so little pride does it leave by his side. Though at no fault of other ‘significant’, the pain is self-inflicted, unbeknownst till this day, he lives with it.

Hating the feeling brought amongst himself, he searches for a remedy without sacrificing the progress of that overused cliche, “time heals all.”

Everything reminds him, but not for the widely accepted reason our society begs to claim. Albeit, there is reason there, but not in his case. He reminds himself that the idea of being in love is far stronger than the person wielding it.

Wounds – Overthought

Open wounds with a not so simple cure. Feeling ruined with a heart now not so pure. Thoughts of abandonment for every lack of word. Pushing her away without even a trace of what occured.

Alone for so long he forgot to don his patience. Silly him for ignoring the details the lady set in place, *shush*. Given time he’d learn to climb, that mountain of overthought. So here he is with a simple ryhme in hopes of enlightened forethought.

-MiRo

Unconditional Anchor

She maintains her strength even through all of lifes daggers. She claws and fights, hands and knees, she digs for the light, at the end of her dark wretched expanse of chaotic stacked moments. She begs for the night, the dark, to end at near sight.

By shear will does she survive, by unconditional love does she strive, by a childs struggle does she cry, by her incredible heart does she try, to become his everything so he can fly, east into the sun, to enter the light and meet it so he can then rise.

She climbs and she conquers. She lives so he can prosper. She smiles so he experiences laughter. She bites her lip to prevent disaster. She’s becomes stronger and stronger. Reaching new heights, higher and higher.

She becomes the night, so he can be the light.

-MiRo

The Leader

What is it like to have to be strong? To lead people that are lost and searching for answers when you don’t even have the answers yourself. The loneliness and segregation of such a burden can drive you mad. Problems and issues bombarding your prefrontal cortex like an apache obliterating a stronghold; it inevitably falls.

What wisdom can give you the subconscious strength to forsake your own wellbeing to provide for others’ needs without a shread of fear? The human tendency to fall toward fear rather than good judgment alone separates the follower from the leader. Most people don’t know their own strengths and weaknesses. They’ve been sheltered in a life of easy satisfaction and structured environments. When their comfort zone and daily ritual is compromised, all hell breaks loose. That’s when a leader is needed the most. The question is, what defines a leader and how long can they last before they too fall into oblivion? Do you have what it takes to garner the respect of the followers around you? Do you have what it takes to keep it?

-MiRo

Silent Presence: The Golden Entity

There she is again. An ever present being guarding his afterthoughts. Always visible to the minds eye. Never a loss of detail.

Golden hair, golden wings, golden heart, golden being. Imperfect as she allows herself to believe, she perfects him in elegance and completes his imbalances.

Every move, every motion, every groove, every notion of her impurities she deems relevant, only captures more light to fuel the fire of the happiness he feels when they touched.

He stared because he fell and he had no answer to her question because he was in awe. He’d never felt such a silent presence. He’d never dreamed of meeting an Angel on Earth.

Eyes that gleamed of passion and beauty, self-desire for self-improvement was truly, unremarkably… incredible.

Warmth was the word that was taken from him in the speechless moment of that unforgettable 2-second gaze. Eyes of swirling blue marble stone locked into a spiritual dance invisible to all except for him and his fall.

Spiraling through a tidal wave of emotion, gasping for air, begging for clarity, ultimately drowning in her marvel.

Depth of vision, he was on a mission to garner her decision to be with him.

If only he could tell at the time of this tale, that he was years too late, she was lost and still frail.

-MiRo

Live

Have you ever closed your eyes to spread your wings?

Have you ever donned your spirit and let it dance?

Have you ever turned off your reality and stepped through the veil?

Have you ever flown among the stars and seen the void full of freedom?

Have you ever lived a lifetime of love and pain in a nanosecond?

Have you ever felt eternity in a single moment?

Feelings aren’t the enemy. Emotions aren’t the darkness. Together they are life and they prove our existence.

I want you to know it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to love. It’s okay to hurt. Without it, are we truly alive?

Want to know the purpose of life? Why we’re here? Fall in love, I mean truly fall. In that moment of serenity, you’ll find the meaning of life and in that moment of destruction, you’ll understand what it means to be alive.

MiRo

Dear Love

Dear Love,

Can you repair a broken halo?

Can you unclip my severed wings?

Can you replace the scars I don tomorrow, quite unknowingly?

Do you have the will to keep me still, through all the pain beneath?

If you can’t do any of these things, then I have no use for you.

I don’t mean to be selfish, but you’re the one who sells it, like it’s a lifelong dream come true.

So if tomorrow comes and you refuse to run, then I’ll be forced to run from you.

Toodaloo 👋

MiRo

From the Blind

Who are we?

How does one know themself?

Who are we?

I can only know my own environment.

Who are we?

I can’t see through anyone elses eyes.

Who are we?

I can’t know the whole picture.

Who are we?

I can’t read the story of humanity.

Who are we, if we can’t even breathe?

Who knew breath conjured death below a knee?

Who knew it would take destruction to enlighten the many?

Who knew you’d awaken me?

Don’t fret, we’re beginning to believe.

-MiRo

Short and Sweet Solution

You ever been so lonely that you settle for companionship? People say that we get what we deserve, but I’ve found that what we deserve has a direct correlation to how well we control our destiny. Meaning, you deserve what you allow yourself to settle for.

If there’s no interest, there’s no love. If there’s only silence, there’s only distance. Don’t get caught in the illusion of comfortability.

 

MiRo