“It is my pleasure to introduce to you Kimberly Gray our kimberlyslyrics on Hubpages. She likes to say she is a rhyming savant, who she is, and she is so much more. Her writing will enlighten, your senses she will heighten and your awareness she will brighten. Do you need something to read? Want to be taken to places other writers cannot find? Look up kimberlyslyrics and be prepared to be touched.” MF
When I asked Kimberly to send me, a bio this is what she felt was the most important things to share.
The Best I Can Be is Me.
I have survived too many painful and demoralizing times in my life. Believe me I seek no pity, remorse, justice or revenge. Each challenge and trauma turned into a gift over time. Gifts came from every magical delivery. Magic of course, being free, I keep turning into endless experiences of change.
Even now, I must still say people are my favorite things, if we are things. For all the heartache, I remain grateful and for people at face value. Like fireflies, people lead me to places I would otherwise not go. I learn so much. You are my school, my teachers.
I heal, and when hurt again, it is worth it from the time spent believing our shared moment was true. Being schizophrenic, has gifted me with an imagination I channel in words and photography. Visual and written expressions have always been my greatest form to stay grounded, in a mystic form of healing. I am finally at a stage of my life of sound mind to the point I, understand reality. Truth be told, I still prefer and live in my imaginary mind’s world.
If granted a wish at any time, it would be that my message of words reaches someone in the same situation. To simply reach them, knowing they are not alone. See, I believe we all, everyone, has a story. The magical part of that reality, is there will always be someone, somewhere that needs to hear yours.
We are all writers. We are all human. We all err. We all excel. We all need to not be alone. May you never be. I ask each morning that people treat me today as I treated them yesterday. Many days have given me such hope from this.
My writings are for me, not a writer, rather a messenger, to scream, “I care.” My messages are to heal, first me, then, I hope you. Whether it’s tears, laughter, sarcasm, shock, disgust, disagreement, relating, or just through reading. Thank you, for what you do, not what you are.”
I love you Sydney.
Writing terrifies me. Writing provokes me. Writing inspires me. Writing identifies me. Writing drives me. Writing defines me. Writing speaks for me. Writing frees me. Writing challenges me. Writing protects me. Writing excites me. Writing knows me. Writing dares me. Writing strengthens me. Writing teaches me. Writing frustrates me. Writing directs me. Writing rewards me. Writing purges me. Writing introduces me. Writing shares me. Writing stays with me. Writing cries with me. Writing laughs with me.
Kimberly’s favorite quote is : ” every morning as I blow dry my hair I say to myself; please, may people treat me today as I treated them yesterday.” KG
“For me to be the best lyricist I want to be, I try to find a way to balance the romantic soul within me with the perceptive, down-to-earth person who is out on that street everyday. I have only just begun” KG
This is one of my favorite hubs that Kimberly wrote:
Message in a full bottle
Needless to say it was wet
The ink smudged and I was blue
Ocean roaring slamming to sand
I did sit along with it in the sun to dry
Funny how the sun goes in then comes out
Problems don’t exist just at the tip
Of that waters edge
Funny how you get wet then not
Does this work for you?
When everything looks just like
I prefer transparent visuals
Never liked the beach but today
Until I found this bottle
With its smudged message
Now drying in the heat
Ridiculous I even care but as it dries
Words are forming
Right in front of me
On that hot sand
Using the paper to reunite
They are re assembling
I unsure if it is what was written
Or that in which meant to be written
No special effects
Just ink paper sun and sand
Creating a formed perfectly written
Letter to someone whom I can’t read yet
Time is what this note needed
For our turn to feel its soul
I was glad for the sunburn
Intrigued about the heat
It was running through my veins
Excitement a true buzz
It was freaking me out
No one around to tell
A bare beach on a perfect day
Did the bottle run them away?
Or was it I?
It was always me
In my depression I gulped
The oceans whiskey to look down
The note was perfect
Not one ink spot or smudge
How this happened I still don’t know
How it came to me I will never know
But It did and it read
GRANT ME THE SERENITY
TO ACCEPT THE THINGS
I CANNOT CHANGE
TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN
AND THE WISDOM
TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
That was the last time I took a drink
I took that half bottle of whiskey
Put the note back in
Sealed it back up
Walked to the end of the pier
Threw that glass as hard and far
As every strength of me could
This is her baby Shoshauna. She is a rising star and also has her own hub!. Looking at that face who could not help but fall in love with her.