Month: March 2017

This place lay in ruins
from the battle fought long ago.

It was filled with the sounds of swords
hitting metal to metal, then finding flesh.

There was no real victor
too much blood shed on both sides.

The flames burn forever after all this time.

Kimber Michaela

Wow, this is last Monday of March. Where has the year gone so far?
These are for those who put words on paper!

Happy Monday!!!

I’ve tasted your blood so now
you and I are one~we feel each others
emotions from now to eternity.

I am the other half of your soul.

You are my mate for life.

We have no secrets from each other
we know what is being thought.

I hope this doesn’t scare you
because I mean you no harm ever!

I am here to protect you from
whatever evil wants to hurt you
including enemies I have made over the centuries.

Even if that means I have to kill them.

You see, we take care of what we
cherish with our entire being.

Not all will find the gift I
have of you.

Which makes you even more important
to our race.

Kimber Michaela 2008
Conversation between  two characters in a story.

 

What happened to Hey, How’s it going?
Don’t forget it will always be!

Maybe they got lost between
I’m not sure, I don’t care,
its far and I lied!

The emptiness swirls like
sand in the hot desert wind.

Kimber Michaela 2016

My Writing is
my friend
my confidant
my lover
my soulmate
my outlet for my passion
my thoughts and emotions
my therapist

My Writing is
what I am and always will be
simply ME!

Kimber Michaela 2013

The latch slipped from its slot.
The gate slides open just a bit.
I didn’t notice right away.
As I get closer my heart beats faster.
I pace back and forth like something
that has been caged in wanting to
get out, but not having the right key.

Do I dare, see what’s waiting on the other side.
Once I do, nothing will be the same.
This the moment I have looked for.

Do I  or live with the regrets of what if’s.
My hand shakes as I push the gate open a little farther.

Part of my emotional baggage will be left behind.
Some comes with me because I’m ME!
Some I will gather along the way.

I look back, take a deep breath,
I grab my reins, and hit the opening full force.
The wind is in my face and air fills my lungs.

Kimber Michaela 2012
This was written the month after my mom died.
I love her for all she did and helped with over the years.
But it was her way and everyone else was wrong if they don’t it that way.
For me to have the latch opened she had to leave us.
I wouldn’t be who I needed to be.
So I hope I have made her proud, by being what I was suppose to be.

Sometimes its not the miles
but the silence.
Distance from You!
Distance from Me!
Distance from Life!
Distance from Pain!
Distance from Change!
Distance from Unknowing!
Distance in the Lost and Found!
Sometimes its not the miles
but what the distance will never say.

Kimber Michaela 2012