In the mist
branches come out like
wicked fingers catching
anything in its path.
In the mist
no one has ever come back
from that path.
© 2012 Kimber Michaela
In the mist
branches come out like
wicked fingers catching
anything in its path.
In the mist
no one has ever come back
from that path.
© 2012 Kimber Michaela
wishes...wonders...words
Rise and Shine :)
Staying Positive
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
constantly searching for my next adventure
Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry.
A Poet and Her Words
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A girl's journey to finding herself.
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
DIFFERENT NOT BROKEN
Take a Walk on the Wild Side
Lyrics and Other Stuff & Nonsense