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Love sometimes
sneaks up on us
and it’s found where you
least expect it ?
Don’t think it’s always easy
you have to risk a lot to hold
it in your hand!
(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

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Time has stood still for so long.
My chest is empty no air in my lungs.
My heart no longer beats.
My face long covered I don’t see or hear.
All the same my claws grip firmly for what was.
Time has stopped, but I stand ready.
If the second hand starts to move once again.
(c) 2018 Kimber Michaela

Most would wonder why there so special.
If you have walked in who owns them.
They have seen sadness that cuts so deep,
the scars may never heal.
They have seen happiness that was surely
God pouring his love in their hearts.
They have seen the confusion of what is right,
wrong and things missing.
They have seen death, fitting if that would seem
normal in the circumstances.
But some death of senseless heartaches,
only the higher powers know why.
At the end of the day, they’re put in the box
closing the day done.
In the morning, they’re put back on again.
So, she can stand and fight for justice once more.
(c) 2016 Kimber Michaela
You’re a friend, a confidant someone to trust that is what you tell me.
Then why do I have wounds on my back from the sharp knife you hold in your hands.
There is nowhere to hide, who is going to care is evident with this situation.
You have moved the first piece of the game
I am tougher than you think.
You had missed noticing the scars that had already been there by others before.
Friend or Foe
how that changes when your knife is sticking in your own back
blood dripping on the floor…
My hands are clean, my fingerprints are not on the knife.
Those before me, have gotten tired of your game, they won’t take the shit anymore.
(c) 2018 Kimber Michaela

What happens when the enemy surrounds you and
its moving forward to suffocate the very breath you
are trying to voice and survive.
You didn’t start the battle- you are a casualty of
the fall out.
They the enemy makes themselves as the victims.
Wrongs are Wrongs- but stones were cast by both sides.
They are not all innocent, as they make everyone think.
But the truth will come, the lies will be righted.
The enemy surrounding you will be the ones
who now answer to the jury of the crimes.
(c) 2016 Kimber Michaela
Life is a lot like a board game.
You never know where you might land,
what you could lose or what you could gain.
The only thing that isn’t the same, is
how many chances you get to spin that
wheel or roll the dice.
Before your turn is up.
Make sure to make those spins and
rolls count.
(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela
A sticky note on the refrigerator, a message
left on an answering machine, voice mail, email, etc…
that is how we communicate in this fast-paced world.
Always thinking that there will be time for telling of
loving thoughts, how much you appreicate others and
what they have done.
But there isn’t always time when life is cut short, people
taken from us all to soon.
So, while your here tell the family how much you love,
hold and hug them tight.
Tell co-workers and friends just how much they mean
to you right now.
Make sure you have no regrets because you
NEVER GOT TO SAY GOODBYE!!!
(c) 2011/2019 Kimber Michaela
This was written with thoughts on 9/11 and other events
that have happened.
no distractions except yourself
just you with your thoughts
you can find great peace
you can find great pain also.
(c) 1980 something Kimber Michaela
You can never truly put life back together as you know it.
In the seconds on a clock, everything changed.
Not just in your life, but all those involved.
Time heals to a point.
The scars never go totally away.
They might fade or be covered up.
But the memories of the pain remain long after.
(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela
This is how I have felt for some time by many close to me.
It’s like I didn’t come with all the right pieces, I was
suppose to, look like, be what and do what others think I should.
There is no recall, exchange or refund on me, this is what you get.
I’m afraid you’re just going to have to deal with me as I am.
Hi, my name is Kimber, it’s nice to meet you.
(c) 2008 Kimber Michaela
Many like my mom didn’t understand the way I felt, after I had diagnosed
with being Bipolar, it made me feel I was more not normal in many of their eyes.
So, when I wrote this piece and shared it, they still didn’t fully understand, but
I didn’t feel like I had to be someone I wasn’t as much.
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