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Name: Micah
Country: Philippines
Metro: Manila
Birthday: 4/10/1992
Gender: Female
Interests: GOD,
(writing) prose and poetry,
(reading) novels : classics, christian, fiction *vampires and the like*, books written by Rani Manicka, Ted Dekker, Dan Brown *except Angels&Demons, and The DaVinci Code*, and asian authors,
(television) shows including Tru Calling, Lost, The 4400, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, One Tree Hill, CSI: Las Vegas,
(movies) choice of genre vary depending upon the actors. i cry easily at the movies. lol.
Expertise: I am not an expert. God has given me talent but even being who I am, I can't do without difficulty.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Artistry
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/7/2005
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| Rest ©Micah RSV June 19, 2008
A day that greets you--
Good and bright,
With still consuming
sleep of night.
And skies implore
the eyes of rest--
A man asleep
upon her chest.
With heaven-born,
this gentle smile,
And painted 'pon
her clement eyes--
A care for man
that moves about
To and fro her,
but without.
Thus night now greets her--
Cold and dim,
With still consuming
fancied whim.
And skies implore
the eyes of rest--
A man still sleeps
upon her chest.
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| TensionShe sat still and stared at the cruel trick fate played upon her again, blocking out tears, fighting back the emotions that threatened the future of her baby.
The mere thought of her causes her heart to skip a beat, and her eyes to close--
and count to ten...
and breathe...
breathe in...
breathe in slowly...
slowly...
slowly......
A cruel trick, a bitter laugh...
It's just another day.
© Micah RSV 021308
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| Keeping my Fairy Tale Dreams ©Micah RSV 2008
I wake from slumber.
My dreams
--they've gone.
Oblivion reaps it's harvest. | | |
| FOR MY GRANDMOTHER © Micah RSV
My sweet memory
As tangible as fruit
Honest as you spoke
In the twilight of day
That you would not pave
A single way again
For love has died in gain
And you fulfilled by then,
So tell us all you wish not leave
Gladly, take wing instead
Heaven waits for you, unchanged
For you—so sweet yet deeply shamed
But by grace you hold steadfast
To love
Not so as tangible as fruit…
Lacked of you, I long for presence
Yet set forth still in love
Success, success
It rings like a chime.
In my sweetest memory
My grand
grandmother
My grand, grand reverie.
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