Category: Writing

Flickr Dani

X marks the spot
its where you need to cut
you’ve taken everything else from me
a little at a time.

My spirit is all that is left and
soon it will be gone.

My wings no longer hold me
pieces are missing with all I have
tried to protect.

X marks the spot.

Do you really even have a HEART?

(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela

One string will lead to another and another
soon I will be left naked.
Just as I have bared my soul and
opened up my heart to you.
Are you worth me untying
my BOW?

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

wallpapers tony g 200

Part of me looks like anyone else.
But look deep into my eyes.
You will see what others do not
the other half of my soul.

The side made of feathers
the same color as my eyes.

What does your other side look like?

Can you see deep into it through
your own eyes?

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Flickr nguyenthienkhoi-_arch

I sit on this railing looking toward the sky
I shouldn’t be, but this is the last place I saw you.

I’d been too late to be by your side
you thought I abandoned you-
never my love.

They lied to make you suffer as they had,
but you were not the enemy they thought.

This is my last sunrise; my ashes will be all
that is left and the wind will scatter them as
they did yours.

We are gone from this life, but we will
meet in the next.
Vampires are real and we do feel emotions.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Reedfraction

Is this really how it is?

From start to middle and then finished,
in the blink of an eye and beat of my heart.

Is this really how it goes!

Is this really how we end!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Image Luis Royo

I breath in his scent.
This is all that I have
left of him and us.
So, I wrap myself in it
cry and remember!!

Luis Royo has inspired many pieces.

His love just slipped
through my fingers.

Our loves no longer intertwined.

My hands grow cold, your warmth
no longer fills me.

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela

Flickr pharaoh_c4

You have released me
from my prison.
The gates are wide open
I am no longer chained to
the life we lived.
I will not look back.
My kindred spirit flies to my
shoulder as I step across the threshold
it has kept me company all these years.
You thought you were the only one who
could lie and weave stories for your benefit.
You will finish serving the rest of my sentence.
As the gates close, I smile
I am the one who will keep the key
to your prison cell now.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Flickr Masaleur

A rose lays on the walkway to my garage
I see drops of blood on the concrete
below it, whoever left it must have
pricked themselves on the thorn.

I bend down and reach for it, but suddenly I stop,
its more than just from an admirer.
It’s a warning of …

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken
Just because I do things differently
than the way normal people deal and
talk about things.

It doesn’t mean that something is wrong with me
it is MY understanding of how things need to be
dealt with or told.

But trying to fix it-you change who I am and
what I am meant to be …

I’m not ordinary, I’m unique and that
is the way HE created me!

Don’t try to fix me, you might not
like what I maybe become then.

Flickr sabaitip satit

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

I might have written this 12 years ago, DAMN does it seem to be about what
we are dealing in the world today!!!