This song has become to be on my playlist of my current WIP.
Kendall has suffered a violent attack
and is left facially  scarred and is mental wreaked.
But you have to triumph, and dream on,
so they don’t win.
Words in Kendall’s journal.

KM 2019

Your a friend, a confidant
some one to trust that is what you tell me.
Then why do I have wounds on
my back from a sharp knife
you hold in your hands.

There is no where to hide, who is
gonna care is evident with this situation.

You have moved the first piece of the game
I am tougher then you think.
You had missed noticing the scars
that had been there already
from others before.

Friend or Foe
how that changes when your knife
is sticking in your own back
blood dipping on the floor..

My hands are clean.

Those before me, have gotten tried of
your game, they won’t take the shit anymore.

Kimber Michaela 2017

This is fictional, no knife has been stabbed
but the intense meaning, and I feel like the scars are real.
The phrase let it roll off your back, enough moments
happen it no longer can.
It now seems to be the normal, sadly I
don’t have a knife in my hands. I still
care is it smart and stupid, I guess we will see.

What I left is nothing like
what I’ve come back to.

Once there was peace and happiness,
now is chaos fueled by the flames of hatred.

Consuming everything in its path.

The battle from faraway has now
been laid at my feet.

I swear by the moon in the sky.

I will not let It win or I
will die trying.

As I stand on my loyal companion and friend.

Let the battle begin.

Kimber Michaela 2018

I can’t masquerade anymore.
I pull off my mask .
You finally see what has been hidden.
The pain, the scars cut to deep
they never have healed.
No matter how much fixing they’ve try.
I still feel blood seeping from the wounds,
that day, you cut my love away.

Kimber Michaela 2018
MY WIP has a girl who was attacked and left
with scars down her face that could be minimized, but the
thought of having a knife  to her face again, she can’t do.
So the scars are her armor.
So this is a double vision- if that makes sense??

I hold this mug in
my cold hands.
I take a sip and wait
for the warmth to enter my veins.
I set it back down and look
at the snowflakes dancing across
the window panes.
I absently run my finger over the handle
down the curve and back up where it
meets the side of the cup.
I’m lost in my thoughts, but look
down and realize the cup is me.
I hold part of your heart in my hand
and you hold the other part of mine.

Kimber Michaela 2012

Exposing the heart
is a dangerous thing.
It feels like your sitting
in the middle of the trap.
Everyone is ready to sink
their teeth in you.
If you get caught in their grasp!

Kimber Michaela 2012

I am a warrior,
lives have been lost and more could be
if I lose my focus.

Weapons secured on my back, the sword
in my clawed grip, the darkness that surrounds me
are my only companions on this journey

I wear the blood of my enemies, but it doesn’t
stop him from caressing my lips.
He is what I can’t have, though you’ll never
ever forget your first kiss.

Kimber Michaela 2018

I am a big fan of Luis Royo, his work
has inspired me to write some intense pieces.
And I have several of his books.