Month: October 2024

Trying to stay up right
feel myself leaning
focus- focus- stand- straight.
I feel like a spinning top out
of control, my mind can’t keep up.
I fall over and skid across the floor
landing hard against the wall.
I lay there but no one comes
to put me up right again.
They think I’m balanced, unstable.
They don’t to be near me.
To afraid they might catch my unbalanced life.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

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Standing on the edge looking down
I see sharks circling waiting to
take a bite, wanting me to feel
the terror and pain.

Someone tosses them something
to busy themselves.
Someone who doesn’t seem to understand
what inflicting pain can do and feel like.

Standing on the edge looking down
the shark’s no longer circle.
Now you know why I was screaming
and crying in pain.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

He tastes like the sweetest cravings
the kind you want to indulge in
over and over again.

This craving you will never get tired of.

He is addiction with a capital A
there is no substitute, no 12-step program
or rehab for it.

His voice, touch, smell and the way
he looks- makes it even harder
to roll out of bed and head to
your daily life.

But that addiction will there, when
you pick the romance novel laying on
your nightstand when you get home.

(c) 2008 Kimber Michaela

the caress
the look in the eyes
the anticipation of the kiss
the feel of his breath
bodies touching
time seems to stand still.

you blink and see yourself staring
at them through the glass
they don’t see you
that is how powerful the touch
that shouldn’t be is.

(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela

His words touch her
almost like he was dipping his pen
into the vein of her soul and letting
it flow on to the pages.

Anyone who reads his words can
feel the raw emotions and longing
spilling from his soul.

In his words, they are ONE!

(c) 2009 Kimber Michaela

I wait for the excitement to build.

I wait to feel the power surging through.

I wait for the right moment.

I wait …

Release it …

Then only silence fills the space.

Patience is not always easy.

But I’ll wait …

(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela

Can they see us
No, we blend in with the night
Let’s keep moving
Freeze where you are
Someone is coming

Can they see us
it comes as a whisper on the wind
Can they hear us
No, we blend in with the night

Then why are they screaming,
pointing and yelling I see
their eyes, I told you.
And why is an axe in that man’s hand!

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela
Silly piece it just spilled out =)

His smile is what greets her in the
wee hours of the morning.
His voice sends chills up and
down her spine.
His touch brings everything
alive as if it’s their first time.
His laughter is like a warm
hug to chase the sadness away.
He is the other half.
His goodnight wishes and kisses she holds
on to and tucks them under her pillow.
When their done, she reaches out
to touch him one more time.
She whispers a prayer, please
keep the one who holds the other
part of my heart safe.
She wipes a tear away and closes
the lip of her laptop.
He is always here, thou he is
far away for he is her soldier.

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela

Standing just in the edge of the shadows.

Do you even know I’m here.

Some might-but many don’t bother
to look or care.

Standing just in the edge of the shadows.

I look out, you see I always cared,
maybe that is why I’m staying in the shadows
because of the scars I’m wearing from caring.

(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela