Category: Writing

Image Luis Royo

I don’t know what I have left to give
I have taken the source of her power
it’s here in my hand.

Everyone I’ve loved is gone, you’ve taken all of them,
you no longer have that power.
My bidding for you is done.
You think you have won.

The power is not in the object
but in the heart and soul.
So, take me so I can be at peace
and hope to be forgiven by the others.

But know what you took from all of us
and how you did it, will come back to
you 3-fold and it will not be pretty.

In the end, the power will always be OURS!

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

I’ve lost my wings.
I can’t get home.
Someone drew these on the cold concrete.
Hoping they would help me on my journey.
My wings were never this nice and strong.
They were battered and torn as I was
before I was thrown.

(c) 2011 Kimber Michaela

A poet to me looks deep within to be able
to put raw, sometimes painful emotions on the page.
Some say poetry is easier to write then
short stories or novels.
With poetry you have a small canvas
so, to speak to show your work.
You can’t turn the next page and
continue the story.
What you read is what you get.
Sometimes it takes a very long time
to get a few words written.
I’ve written poems for over 30years
and it is still hard sometimes and
I’m still learning as I go.

(c) 2009 Kimber Michaela

she sits in the shadows
cig in her hand.
she sits in the shadows
nothing against her skin.
she sits in the shadows
wondering what words to say.
she sits in the shadows
wanting to take the pain away.
she sits in the shadows
the light now fading from her back.
she sits in the shadows
and waits …

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

Image Luis Royo

She is a warrior
she wears her scars and victories
proudly from head to toe.
She maybe female and appear
fragile at times, but don’t let
that deceive you.

She will fight until the end of time.
Her cause might confuse you, but it
is etched forever in her heart.

She is a warrior, survivor of her cause
and that is why she fights for all
the little girls who can’t fight back right now.

(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela

Flickr theresa ojena

Most think of the physical by whatever
object is used to make sure someone
doesn’t leave for a time or forever
They make you feel weak, powerless, its
cold, dark and dirty, no windows, no sounds

You have restraints and physically
nothing is holding you to one place,
you can move about, but the fear
they have ingrained in leaves you paralyzed
afraid of the consequences

People also restrict what they think
you are capable of achieving, having, being
they control you and you might even believe
them at times, because of self-doubt

The last 2 sometimes are the worse

At least with the physical
you know who is keeping you there
the others you don’t know who your
enemy might be at any given moment
and their weapon is more painful
then the bruises and whelps.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Is it good or evil
Right or wrong
Yes or no
Black, white or polka dotted
Do I fight or submit
Says its wrong when I know I’m right
Tell them NO, but Yes comes out of my mouth first
Know it’s what’s inside, not the pkg its wrapped in that counts
Do I use whatever weapon I can find to get what I need
to be heard
My Battle is internal
Will I win or will I
lose EVERYTHING IN THE FIGHT!

(C) 2010 Kimber Michaela

I am darkness from head to toe.
Even the sky turns grey around me.
I hide my face so no one will see
the scars that were left behind on me.
They say the innocent should not be punished.
But I knew what I was doing when
I pulled the trigger.
You will hurt her no more
I told him as shock spread
across his face.
I am darkness from head to toe
so, she will be the light to soar above
filled with laughter and love,
as only a child should know.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela

People say it’s the universal language and
knows no boundaries.

It can make you happy, sad, reflect, get you
thinking or just get you on your feet doing
your thing, like no one is watching or
listening-we are not all-American Idol material.

Whatever music it is, it speaks to your soul.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

Luis Royo

I see the beauty in your soul, others see what they want.
You hide so you will not be hunted, I keep your secret
locked safely in my heart, you have the only key.

You are not evil; you are just misunderstood because your
from a different world that people refuse to accept exists.

While most are intrigued by my markings, they are more
then just ink, they are the language of your world.

They explain what I am
which is yours for eternity
You are so misunderstood MY MATE!

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela