When You Stop Moving::

We are captured in a universe spinning in a direction opposite of our footsteps.
If our feet stop moving then we will subsequently begin to pace in a direction
that takes us away from our destiny, and that destiny is what keeps us free.


Who Am I?::::

Ahhh, hello!

My name is Kym, my friends call me Kymmie, and my enemies call me everyday. SMH..I mean really, they never go away!

Heee..just kidding. I actually have a lot of energy right now because I am happily off of work and able to cook some dinner and put the tv on my favorite channel, Investigative Discovery (I KNOW RIGHT!!!?) I feel like I post a lot of my poems, but not much about myself and i’d like to change that. So right now, this post will be strictly about ME. Give me an opportunity to share myself with my readers…

Random Information:

I am 5’11”. Yes..I am tall, and I love every inch of it.
I don’t ¬†use profanity. I know, weird right? I grew up thinking that profanity was illiterate and unnecessary. Never needed it to form sentences. I do curse when I am angry or being naughty though. HEHE
I am lazy with grammar. As a writer I guess I should pay more attention to where I put my periods and my commas, but who has time for that?! I’ll get an editor sooner or later LOL.
I’d like to own several apartment communities in the next 5 to 10 years. Many to supply housing to those transitioning.
I am writing a book. It is one that I finally love so much that I can sit and focus on it. It is about a young adult woman who develops a terminal illness and copes with memories of her life. I’ll be posting excerpts of it here and there to get readers tuning in.
My birthday is in August, and I am a true Leo. I am aggressive, feisty, fun, a go-getter, and charming. I don’t know about all the bad qualities though. o_o
I love going to small smoke bars and play pool. Preferably gay bear bars. They are fun and entertaining to watch. HAHA!
My Favorite song is: Varies, right now it is “Twice” By Little Dragon. It is a writing inspiration for me every time I hear it, and I can flow some great stuff in my car when I have it playing in the background. I have posted a video.


So, I will keep this going. I hope that you…feel compelled to share with me as well?

Peace be upon you. ūüôā

The Mercy

In spite of me being a killer;
you chose to lay your trust with me.

So in dark and dreary nights,
For you I shine my light, the shining.

And carry the antidote that is
what saves us both from being swallowed
into the skies.

I say “You leave me restless” and you say
“You leave me breathless”
We are to each other, the mercy.

The Truth, Sadness, Love, Woman

She and her sin met in the meadows
Somewhere lost between the truth and the sadness
Their paths crossed repeatedly at the exit sign
Each one of them walking away…slow paces
Both in and out their own inconvenient universe.
Sin would hand her a note saying “meet me at this door tomorrow”
She’d sleep that night dreaming of the reunion
Waking up to stare  at how the grass leaves bleed green
They signified the blindness of her denial
No burdened maze or obstacle was going to stop her
From going through the meadows
To meet her at the exit sign
She’d see her shining as she walked in her direction
She was the truth, the sadness, the love, and the woman
that is within her.
She would try to trickle away from the label riddling her
Fantast is what she is called
A dreamer who dreams of nothing more than what is implausible
To have the one who walks away from her walking away with her
She’d say….
“Come away with me,
I’d be the new truth, I’d reverse your sadness,
let me be your love,
and rebirth you a woman transformed
into bless.”

The Struggles Of A Heartbreaker

I wanted to be your biggest obstacle.
The rain that hits your umbrella, the sun that shines in your eyes, the pain that causes your cries, but in that moment you showed me, you told me that your love was like Teflon, too strong for any hurt I could bring on, so I could go on and fade on..

If only I could capture you. I’d be your slave owner, you’d be my slave
Causing wet cheeks and make up stains, is what id do to ease my pain.

I’d whip your heart and no man above could save you, Cause when in Rome you do as the Romans do.

But before I could be your hearts reaper, you said “no, I am my hearts keeper, made of Teflon. Protected from any hurt you bring on. So you could walk through those dark shadows alone”

And alone is where my heart will roam.


She watched from the outside of her body the primitive tangle that happens when she and her love made love in a love hour.¬†The speed was as if it were the last time, the last time zone, and each and every movement were seconds away from being¬†a finality.¬†Once what has started is finished she’d know that the victory she has planned would be amongst her,¬† the quickie will ¬†awaken love¬†and she will be freed from a slow-moving answer to the question “When will I eat?” because she has starved for her love.
Anxious to be in that feeling, to feel in that moment, she ran over to her body to finalize what was her desired fate, but  she was blocked by what looked to be an imposing obstacle. Her love had cheated her with a quickie in pleasure stealing her heart  from her body in the process, all for the sake of desire but all she desired was a quickie love to renew her.