Author: Kimber Michaela

Flickr kenjoey

This place lay in ruins
from the battle fought long ago.

It was filled with the sounds of swords
hitting metal to metal, then finding flesh.

There was no real victor
too much blood shed on both sides.

The flames burn forever for all that were lost here
in their honor.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Theresa

I spread my wings and feel the storm building.
The black hue of the clouds tells me someone
is angry above.
I feel raindrops hitting my face.
I spread my wings and feel myself soar high
with the others above me.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Sitting on my back patio, this first day of September. The heat here in Texas this summer has been rough on grass and plants, my raise bed shrubs, I planted in April some made it, and some 😞.

Raising a cold glass to everyone , enjoy the rest of your day😊

Flickr wizzogal

I lay here wanting to blend in
and be forgotten to the world.
I curl up small to fit on this
cold piece of stone.
I have no jacket or shoes on my feet.
I hug myself to keep warm.
I left everything behind
when I ran from you.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Suizid-Pit

The clock has stopped.
The candle no longer burns.
Darkness has fallen like
ink spilled across my page.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Flickr brendaroxs2

I’m lost
can you help me find my way.
I’m cold and so all alone.
My heart feels empty and no more
tears can I cry.
I’m lost
will it be forever!

(c) 2010 KimberMichaela

Portrait of a lady by Aleksandar Vasic

Behind the mask
lies the mystery hidden within.
Behind the mask
lies the pain no one should bear.
Behind the mask
lies the beauty riddled with scars.
Behind the mask
lies the person you truly are!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Image alphacoders.com

As I walk across the floor
the bottom of my gown flows
as if it’s made of water.

The farther I walk the deeper
the water becomes.

I look back.

The swan bows its head to me
your heart and soul are where the water
comes from.

Wherever you leave from- life comes to be once again!

(c) 2011 Kimber Michaela

no one is perfect
we all have flaws
things were proud of
and things that we are not
we have things we carry
and things we would like to forget.

sometimes we hide our hearts
sometimes we tattoo them on our sleeves
words don’t always touch us
but some make us bleed.

no one is perfect
I know that is true
I am not perfect

do you still love me too?

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Rhiannon Shae

Tell me-No
it’s not too late.

I left behind everything and everyone
to come where I knew it would
make me whole again.

Here with you, My Beloved!

Tell Me, Tell Me
No— It can’t be this way again.

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela