Category: Writing

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

With every note I play
a part of me is being set free.

I play for all who
are just like me.

Letting the beauty flow through
scattering the pain and suffering
into the world.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Hello My Pets
Mommy is Home.
I’m sorry for my absence.
But others needed my healing.
I knew you would survive
relying on your strength.
I hoped all of you played
nice while I was gone.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Image Geology In

Emotions start as a light mist, then they
turn into a full-fledge downpour
you can’t even see through.
Thunder rumbles like the
beat in my chest.
Lightning crackles and zigzags across the sky
not knowing where to start or end.
I try to get out of the way, but
it comes on too quickly.
So, I brace myself and hold on
with everything I have, and I survive this one.
But the storms of relationships, you
can’t always outrun.
Some seek shelter, some hold on
and ride it wherever it goes.

(c) 2018 Kimber Michaela
Luke’s song inspired this piece.

Since Linkin Park announced a new singer, album and tour, I wanted to
share some original with the one and only Chester. RIP ❤

Flickr xkaydubx

Forgive you- you ask
Put it all behind us
Forget all the scars, the blood and tears
that were shed.

Forgive you- you ask
For putting the gun within reach
of my hand and pumping the pain
through my veins.

Forgive you- you ask
For putting me in this room
with only my words as company.

Forgive is 2 words
FOR doing something for another
GIVE sending energy out so that
everyone can enjoy the feelings of love.

Forgive you- you ask

Forgive me I say,
as you fall to your knees
a glassy look comes over your face.

We look identical sister, so forgive me
for seeking justice in the end.

(c)2010 Kimber Michaela

You hold my heart in your hand
It had been broken and mended before
always being told it will be the last time
but it ends up in pieces, shattered once again.

How can you love me one minute and
hate me the next?

Love is not supposed to be this hard!

You hold my heart in your hand
next time there might not be enough
pieces left to mend!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

They told me to be careful
they were fragile.
But I did not listen.
They told me the consequences
if these were damaged or broken.
But I did not listen.

Now I’m a scarred guardian angel
with no wings to get back home.
Why didn’t I listen!!

Why didn’t I listen to them!

I only wanted to make the little one’s smile
for a little while longer!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela