How I spent my evening!


I have been a bit of a rebel, the last few weeks.

I got tired of looking like a Q-tip- let me explain I have colored
my hair since I was 16 when grey hair started to creep in, and
we don’t need to do the math that has been a number of years-lol
So I went natural, that did take some getting used to.
I still had a hard time with the grey/white so I did lavender
wash and tint shampoo, it worked great but started to dry my hair out,
so back to grey/white I went. hence the Q-tip comment.
During a company function I stood out like s sore thumb as the saying goes
so 2 weeks ago I went to a light denim blue. Which I love!!!

As you can see my rebel roll has keeping going, so I got my 4th Friday evening.
As you know my rambling muse is the title of this blog. I like purple
in fact that is the only color pen I use at work, so I had her do it in purple.

I already know what my next will be and it has to do with writing.
The reason for my new found attitude, is knowing that people think
I kick ass and I’m worthy to let myself go and fly. Life is to short!!

So here’s to be unique. Have a great one!

Kimber Michael 2018



Nothing but a pane of glass
separates you and me.
Do I write a message for
all the world to see.
A simple heart will do.
Showing the overflowing of all that
I gave to you.
When the last words are said.
You will have a lifetime to think of
all those hearts you ripped apart.
I look there is nothing but blank glass.
Doctor are you ready!
You are my victim now!!

Kimber Michaela 2018

Out Run The Storm

Thunderstorm and lightnings in night over a lake with reflaction

Emotions start as a light mist, then they
turn into a full- fledge downpour
you can’t even see through.
Thunder rumbles like the
beat in my chest.
Lightning crackles and zip- zags across the sky
not knowing where to start or end.
I try to get out of the way, but
it comes on to quickly.
So I brace myself and hold on with
everything I have, I survive  this one.
But the storm of relationships, you
can’t always out run.
Some seek shelter, and some hold on
and ride it where ever it goes.

Kimber Michaela 2018

My Story


My Story
words on a page
raw emotions, mixed with blood and tears.

A timeline of events
starting small, peaking then crashing
down in the darkness within
the confusion, chaos and pain.

My story is ever changing as is the timeline
of moments starts once more.
I’m a work in progress.

Some pages are torn out, and lay crumpled
on the floor, some crossed through
and some stay intact.
Some are finished and some are just pieces.
They could find themselves on this page,
sor stay in the pages of many spirals.

My Story continues, I hope you come with
me and see where it goes.

Kimber Michaela 2015

I’m bi-polar and in 2015 I had a manic
roll a coaster ride of everything I was dealing
with and wasn’t. I  had  a wonderful doctor,
who rode that ride with me.
Sadly, she is no longer in practicing.

So, I’m off to see a new doctor in a month,
and my story will continue.


Don’t Forget Me!

You have touched and etched a place
in my heart and soul.

Don’t forget me
I don’t always know the right things
to do or say.

Don’t forget me
I am not perfect.

Don’t forget me
Because I won’t forget you.

You put your a light into my life.

Kimber Michaela 2013


Feeling as if I am lost drifting
in an ocean of darkness.
When I think I’m going the right way
the current suddenly spins and I’m
off in a another.
My life boat takes on water
and I feel unbalance, but then it
empties out the without me trying.
I am level once again.
I’m looking for the light to lead the way.
For now the silvery moon is the only
obstacle in my way.

Kimber Michaela



Hide & Seek

A game played as kids.
As we grow older
hide and seek takes on a new meaning.
Especially when its related to relationships.
Sometimes hiding from the seeker is a
form of survival for you and others.
Sometimes we hide so someone will
come and find, and tag us.
Sometimes we close our eyes and count
we reopen and search to find everyone
but they have left us alone.

Hide and seek is no more when its just one.

Kimber Michaela 2017


The Past


The past becomes a slideshow in our minds.
We can pause and relive that moment or
just slowly let that memory slide by.

The past is a journal where the ink has faded, and
the paper has yellowed, but we pick it up and the ink
is once more fresh as it was when the words spilled
onto the pages.

Every new day, adds another moment to the
slideshow of our lives.

Kimber Michaela 2017