Category: Writing

Deviantart Ashayaa

Flashing lights all around him,
people yelling and running toward the entrance
of the building.

A crowd gathers watching the chaos
whispering how sad she was so young.

He walks away and lets the long stem rose
fall from his hand landing
on the wet pavement.

He never told her he loved her.

He’s too late, she’s made her decision
and now she’s gone.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Image illustrationsource

Ever feel like someone was trying to put
you in a square or round hole-
After many tries, they get so frustrated
and they lay the block (you) to the side-
Soon there is of pile of what they call
mismatched blocks, if they aren’t round,
square or a good color they are thought to be
un useful, discarded feeling like they
don’t belong because they are different-
Soon all the discarded blocks come together
to make a kaleidoscope ever changing
colors and shapes-
Always new to the next person who peers through
the hole of life-

(c) 2009 Kimber Michaela
I’m a deep plum octagon shape block
because there are many sides to me
some I haven’t discovered yet!

A single candle lights the way for us.
No other light can be seen.

It has burned for a very long time
once one goes out another lights
in its place.

It will never leave us in the dark.

It’s the light of life!

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Make you whole like you had never been broken-
I see the scars and pain both emotional and physical
that you try to hide from everyone-
You feel like it was your fault, you did something
wrong, that is what they all told you-
But all you did was love them as a person should
be unconditionally-
They took that love and turned it, black and blue,
bloody and into pieces-
Some hearts can’t be put back together
once broken-
The soul will not heal-
The damage is done-
The last breath is gone-

(c) 2009 Kimber Michaela

Pexel Deklansor67

You see and sense something different
is coming.

The air has gone from calm to turmoil.

The sounds and noises are like they’ve
been put in a blender everything is in
but not mixing well.

Darkness is starting to consume the light.

Above us is angry and a battle is brewing
and it will rain down on us.

You can see and sense something is coming
the storm is rolling in, chaos to follow.

Take cover this might be the end!

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Flickr De nos tristesses il s’en fai…

Sometimes things are forgotten
returning a phone call, picking up
something from the store and so on.
But a person should not be on that list
They are not something that can be replaced
or picked up later on an errand.
What you may have forgotten, could be a celebration
you are not a part of no matter how many times
you watch the video or look at the pictures
that moment is lost.
What you have forgotten could haunt you, the
rest of your life, being unable to say goodbye,
giving peace before they take their last breath.
Telling them you love them, and they will
never be forgotten.
Don’t forget you see
I know what is like
to be FORGOTTEN.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

There are those that run on the surface and just beneath,
some are visible and some are kept hidden.
Much like having a tattoo, some show them and others
you would never know, because, they don’t have to answer
questions if no one is aware.
It’s those scars that run so deep and are forever inked
in our hearts and souls.
How can these kinds of scars every try to heal, if they
are never shown love, kindness, what is right, wrong, good,
evil and how to just express themselves without- another
wound opening up.
They say if you look deep into someone’s eyes you can
see into their souls.
I have seen- what looks likes bits and pieces and too much space
missing, some are shards of glass taped together so that they
will not be lost forever.
Some have been sewn back together so much you
can’t tell what or who it was- stitch on top of stitch.
Scars on the surface can heal somewhat and fade
thou they are constant reminders!

But Scars of the soul they…

(c) 2009 Kimber Michaela
From my Myspace days ❤

They said look passionate like your lovers.
He laid his hand on my hip
caressing it.
My hand rest on his bare leg
how I would love to take my fingernails
run them up his thigh and grip in my hand
what I know is growing under my arm.

They say CUT!!, that’s a wrap people, the magazine
spread looks great- thanks everyone

I roll off the bed, give me lover
a passionate kiss before I leave to get dressed
I look in the mirror, 2 days ago, I don’t
know if I could have made it through this shoot.

We were lovers, but he betrayed me thou
he doesn’t know I know yet.
But he will, I’m not the only one who
felt his deceit, you don’t mess with the Family
especially mine.
I sit on my apartment balcony, enjoying a glass
of wine and the beautiful night sky.

My cell phone chirps I look at the text message
it says sweet dreams little one
Oh, they will be sweet and pleasant now.

My betrayer is gone for good
You don’t miss with daddy’s only little girl.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Image cakeandrock

Sometimes you have to submerge
yourself no matter how deep it is
and the level will continue to rise.
Things will change and you will no longer
feel like you have to tread water
in the river of life.
You’ve survived it on your own and
when and if you have to wade back in.
Your stronger and wiser than before..

(c) 2013 Kimber Michaela

I carry this jar of hearts
collected on the way
they were given, never taken
I must say.
Some are big, some are small.
Some are full, some are not.
I see a heart along my way
but it never comes close.
I look and it tries to hide.
After a while I stop and put down
my jar and say little heart why
are you so afraid of my jar?
There is silence and then it says this
is my mommy’s heart, I told her I would
keep it and never give it away because I
wouldn’t have anything left of her anymore.
I wiped a tear away and picked up my jar
and said come little one- your heart
will never be taken as long as I am Guardian
of this jar!

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela