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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Come crashing down in a spilt second. I was plunged into the unknown of what I thought I knew was a myth of sorts. The unknown sucking me down had others plans and changes for me of yet I knew.
I have not posted anything here on my blog for almost 4 and half years. COVID happened and the World as we knew it changed overnight. We tried to get use to a new normal.
Writing has always been therapy for me, it’s where I could pour my thoughts and emotions out on the pages, it is a lot cheaper than bail money lol, if someone or something got under my skin, you know the saying be careful you could end up in my next novel. 😉 Some pieces are my version of dealing with that, instead of getting written up or fired. GOD how surprised they would be at WHAT that is about me??
The thing is the World is so VERY DIFFERENT, than the last time I posted my writing here. People attack others for just being themselves, and etc… People in my opinion need to be better educated on a whole lot of topics, especially mental health. BE KINDER EVERYONE!!! I have been STRUGGLING SINCE I HAVN”T BEEN PUTTING WORDS DOWN (poetry) in a VERY long time and letting it spill on the pages. I honestly have changed a lot since I lasted posted with LIFE 101 road of potholes, lessons learned and losses of those we loved. In fact, I haven’t been on social media very much the last few years, just too much ugly, while I have missed a lot of the relationships, I think it has been better for my mental in a lot of ways. I have read a lot of badass writers in that time space. Which helps this aspiring novel author.
I’ve hesitated on posting some since I use pictures that I had collected from mostly Yahoo, and while I state I don’t own or claim copyright, the way images are looked at is a hell of a lot different than when I found them randomly back in the day. At times it gives a powerful kick to my words or inspired them all together as a fashion designer might add a piece of jewelry or accessory make an outfit WOW. Trying to find ownership with being 10+ years back can be exhausting, and a new picture takes away from what I had original written. The blog world has changed a lot since I started this blog in 2013.
But since I have a copy paper box of work collecting dust bunnies, from 2020 till back 1990’s. I figured I would start to post again and hopefully it might kick start my ink (poetry) flowing again. I so need to start getting those emotions on paper, before I explode on peeps. I have a manuscript that I hope I can kick start also, that is my goal to get it finished and type THE END. I have moved furniture and books from room to room to try to shake up the muse in the last few weeks *fingers crossed it works*.
The year the work was written is at the end of the post and it will be in random order because I roll differently; peeps call be strange or a weirdo. Hey, I take that as a compliment =) Just so you know, I will warn if it might be a touchy subject, and anything sexual or erotic. I tried a separate page but that didn’t seem to work at all. I apologize a head of time due to the amount of work I have to post again; you might get hit with 3-4 a day, just so you know.
So, this is me coming back to the blog world, look out- here I come again!!!! My About explains what you could read and view on my rambling muse!!!
Always, Kimber Michaela
PS Kimber Michaela is what I write under, my last name is too hard to pronounce or spell. Michaela is a nod to my son, I gave up for adoption, he is my Little Mikey or Michael after his father, so it might be corny, but that’s the reason.
My Rambling Muse 