Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
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12:04 pm
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I live in their shadow
the Golden Girls
Few recognize my beauty, my strength
Only the top will do
give you a place in the sun
and you run
I will never win your respect
I am the condolence prize
And I know I'm not perfect
the defect
for I am silver
If love is blind
why do I find
people find their beauty one of a kind
My qualities, my pride
hidden behind
their shimmering smile
(c) Micki
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Sunday, July 22nd, 2007
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3:38 am - Ode to a boy
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My life as a walking contradiction did not end
as you entered my heart
You only made my agony less forgivable
Even Aphrodite would burn
burn me in the furnace of her passion
In my dreams I had met you a thousand times
but you were always a different shape
I cannot recognize
the savior love sent me
Without you, I couldn't have written this piece
you bring me the turmoil
that I need to find peace
(c) Micki
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3:24 am - Split Love
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A violent burst
A flow of burning magma
from a hollow heart's chest
incinerating all in its reach
A once candid heart
now ashen
released into the future unknown
and doubted are these feelings I have
the feelings
wihtout which we can't say we're alive
Forgive me
I am the prisoner of his heart
but it is still you
your flow finishes my ocean
I wouldn't exist
if it weren't for your emotion
(c) Micki
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Monday, May 28th, 2007
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2:58 am - macro footage
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2:45 am - Foggy morning in Vaasa
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2:20 am - Photoshopping - reneissanceish pictures
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Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
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2:16 am - Untitled I
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Close your eyes
So many things
we could tell each other in our dreams
so many things
we could say
in elegia
I see...unspoken words
And you tell
you would die for me
Then, why is it so hard
so hard, to live for me
(c) Micki
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Sunday, December 31st, 2006
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1:19 am - Soul Reflection
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Just one reach of a hand away
a journey apart
oh what I would give to know
what lies beneath your soul reflection
To hear the thoughts I saw
to embrace what I only lightly brushed
plowing our way into the skies
Can you be found
when I don't even know your name?
In this world of cynics and hopeless romantics
I believe we need a hopeful one, I do
If I grew my own wings
would you come with me?
We'd paint our picture in the Starry Starry Night
No, we don't need
an invention (to fly)
(c) Micki
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1:08 am - Circle of tears
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It started as a blissful dream
I chose you, you chose me
but you put a discord in my song
a spell gone wrong
You broke me, I mended
but I knew it would have to end
you heal yourself with my depression
on my pain you feed
And you won't let go, of your mission
because of your imperative need
I let you play for one last time
and my empty looks wander
down the grey of the asphalt street
See me lying with my wings torn off
my soul is starving
could you finally give me peace
why can't we finish
this circle of tears?
(c) Micki
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1:00 am - Surrealife
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Nothing is as it seems
My pen is not red - it is an illusion
an abstraction painted by wave reflection
concretisized for human comprehension
Eccentricities made apprehendable
by discrimination
it is my water
and I am a tree
rooting deeper/growing stronger
by every arrow shot through my heart
Purple - unexistent
so do we dream in color
or do we even dream at all?
If all the shades aren't there after all
did I really see your brown eyes...
or was it all...merely an illusion?
(c) Micki
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Sunday, December 24th, 2006
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2:53 pm - (untitled)
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Like a ruthless breeze of memory
on a footprint
An image of the path
wiped out of existence
A mere shadow of our past
exterminated by a meaningless emotion
(c) Micki
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2:50 pm - Shell in the Crowd (Nov. 25 2005)
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Everybody's here
How come I'm so alone?
No rose on the wall - I am the air they breathe
which they never recognize
to be there
I want to leave
but desire to stay
Walking about in the bubble
that none will burst
How can you expect them to touch
what they don't know to exist?
If I am not here...
how can I cease to be?
Who could bring me back
so I could escape again?..
ⓒ Micki
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Sunday, November 13th, 2005
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3:30 am - Bitch/Abandoned - November 9th, 2005
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All those years between
- they don't exist
but you're in denial
of them ever being lost
The clock won't counter
why do you try to replace?
When will you realize
...bandage won't heal a scar
Your trial to skip from 8 to 19
makes me want to erase you
I never knew you, and I won't try to
I've lost the desire
for a mother's embrace
And I'm travelling far...
...you buy me
(the tickets)
are for sale
I'm not.
(c) Micki
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3:23 am - Father - November 9th, 2005
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You blame me
for being the Sin you committed
but I am not the cause of this action of yours
I did not ask for this gift
so what is there to be grateful for?
My only sin is
the heritage you gave
so I am also stained
because I have your blood in me
But I never
pulled the trigger
I wasn't there
yet
Now I am, I am late
...and all is lost
(c) Micki
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Saturday, November 12th, 2005
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11:17 pm - Child - April, 2005
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You lured me
(fooled me)
I gave you emotional monopoly
´ I was your toy
you were my boy
- but only in dreams, it seems
Picked me -
you tricked me, kicked my heart around
like a center on the field of my life
til the novelty came to an end
Child!
Who will hate me now (that you're gone)
I need your abuse
that makes me feel alive
please return to kill this tin soldier again
Child!
return and finish your game
put the jigsaw pieces back together
only to pick them apart,
and once more rebuild this string puppet's heart.
(c) Micki
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Thursday, November 10th, 2005
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8:22 pm - Reflection - April 7th, 2005
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Play my words -
I'll play your game
on the account of my sanity
What is there left to lose?
When my heart breaks, your conscious aches
...you are telling me
But I know better
than to believe those words of deceit
How can you kill what's already dead?
I'm not your fool, believe me
there is more to vision
than what mortal eyes can see
- Try looking, you'll see the hurt
do you dare?
Maybe my eyes are
...the mirror of your soul instead.
(c) Micki
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7:07 pm - The Moon - May 13th, 2005
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I turn my eyes from watching yours
only to see them burning like ice on fire
in the star-painted sky
above our hide-away
from reality
Our footprints eternal
on the glowing dunes of our nocturnal protector
we walk away together...
Leaving our names in the silvery sand
There they'll be
...even when our love fades away
(c) Micki
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6:46 pm - The Way we Talk - March 27th, 2005
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Our words fighting over an innocent bed,
undecadent and pure.
Slowly... the pain kills
softly but effectively
´ eventually the white
will be stained
Verbicide
the dying words drop down covering
(the sheets)
...are not white
(c) Micki
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6:19 pm - The Recollection - March 31st, 2005
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New millennium
Brings the promised land
singing memories...
truth or fiction?
In fall reds and yellows
or
the rejuvenated greens of spring
growing
intoxicating (memories)
the good ones hurt more than the bad
(thus we smile when we cry)
I try to place them onto
this piece of paper I found
but instead the words come dancing in my eyes
like mocking my misery for the cause of their joy
(the good...)
The bad ones
I better leave, untouched...
(c) Micki
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5:16 pm - Canvas - March 27th, 2005
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You steal my pain to blame
me for your misery and shame
But your screams do not belong to you
they are mine
cries for breaking out of this glass painting
painted with the black in your eyes
And your words run with your blood
down the door as white as the lies that you told
Now this blood is on my hands
smeared with naivety and trust
Now stained with these words of yours
...and again am I
guilty of your crime
My painting colored with the blood
soiled by your impure white
Forced to a living in decadence
as the reflection on a funhouse mirror
to forever represent how you saw me.
As you broke [what you thought was] me
((the mirror))
shattered to pieces
to reveal the truth behind
You failed to see before it was too late
(now I'm walking away)
And I'm losing my glow
(like the fallen leaves that die
under the weight of your fleeing steps)
...and you're gone
Who could paint me right?...
(c) Micki
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