Month: September 2024

Flickr Mz Cosita

Rest Little Angel
The demons and predators were
waging chaos full force trying to
catch us off guard by joining together tonight.

But they show us a weakness that we
will use to our advantage the next time.
You had to draw blood tonight that scars
your soul for some time or always in some cases.
I know this litterally.

Rest Little Angel
The battle will soon start again,
and I’m afraid it will be worse than before.

(c) 2011 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Wildwind

I am surrounded by water
thou it is not just any body of water
it is the water of tears.

Tears from all things:
happiness, sadness, loss, comfort to someone in need,
illness, stupidity, anger, frustration, confusion and laughter.

So many emotions lay claim here.

I find comfort here as I let them run over my hands
and wash over my soul.

I find strength and know some tears are necessary to find
a place of peace from anger and hatred of another.

This body of water will never go away
which is sad to say.

To all that have shed tears know
you are not alone.

For some of those tears were necessary
so, they could go HOME!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Image Jason Mroche

Beauty flamed by passion
Burning hot to the touch
Soon it will be totally consumed
until there is nothing left
The florist knows to keep stock on hand
Beauty flamed by passion
because he will never get enough
of his passionate beautiful flame.

(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela

I hear them, whispering outside my door
Should we check on her?
No, she needs to deal with this
on her own, you heard her.

Yeah, but what if she needs something,
I hear a sigh, she knows where we are, come on.

I hear footsteps shuffling down the hall
and shut the door.
How am I to deal with this.

I curl myself into a tighter ball and try
to shut the world out, as his lyrics about
us litter my bedroom floor,
along with the emotions and feelings
no one will hear ever again.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Even in the dead
of winter’s icy grip
beauty can still be found.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Incogoita1

I sit in this place
My wings are outstretched waiting
to be embraced.

I listen there is silence and so I wait.

I wrap my arms tightly around
my body, it is cold and dark now.

My wings stay outstretched for when
they wrap around me I know
the hugs will come no more.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

a hum breaks up the silence.
a touch almost like a lover runs across my pale skin.
the mind is lost in a dreamlike state.
the hum stops and music playing up front returns.
something cool slides across my skin.
i’m back to reality.
i look over my shoulder and pride shines
in the face of the man.
i’ve just been intimate with.
i get up and keeping my bare breasts covered
i look in the mirror and see his masterpiece
that covers the full length of my back
i have wings now and i will forever fly.

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela

Her look is of innocence
as if evil has not touched her.

But looks are deceiving.

Just look at Us!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

When I moved in, I had this room painted purple (creativity) hoping that I could start writing my ink (poetry) again, since I hadn’t since the pandemic and to finish typing THE END on a novel. Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened YET. So, to help along, I recently moved a desk that was in the middle to another room, maybe my novel will do better there *fingers crossed* So, for now this is my blogging room, you can see the stacks of notebooks, papers, trying not to overload everyone. You can see images are a big part of my muse. And I do lots of knick knacks and stuff-lol I also have moved books from the other room in here, will share when I have that corner complete. My guest bed is now buried under stuff to sort and books to donate, I moved in the new place and left stuff boxed.

I always find it interesting to what the spaces of writers and other creators look like?

Have a great Sunday =)

deviantart Gabriel by Guro

I killed the monster
that took over my brother
his blood is splattered on my wings.

But in doing so I touched the venomous
evil running through its veins.

My hand is starting to change as I speak.
I will not turn into the murdering beast he was.
I will not have my other brothers carry the burden
of my death on their conscience.

I still grip this mighty sword in my hand,
I will take my own life, if things get bad
so that others can live.
I will not turn into the murderous beast
my twin did.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela