Hey, was looking at the news this morning, and came across this article.
Thought I would share it with you!
Have a good one!
MwsR ❤
https://www.msn.com/en-us/weather/topstories/big-one-talk-swirls-as-69-massive-earthquakes-hit-the-pacifics-ring-of-fire-in-48-hours/ar-BBMhYpm?ocid=spartandhp Continue reading News /Information Share
“Heaven”—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—”He aven” is—to Me!The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!Emily Dickinson
This poem that I am going to share is about the times when perhaps you cross another’s mind. It basically is saying that if you don’t care, don’t think about me.
I was shunned by my own family, after many years of conflict, many years of them looking the other way, yet finding ways to make my home life miserable.
I love this “matter of fact” poem. It is one of my own favorites.
Hope you enjoy!
Michelle aka MwsR ❤
Each time when I happen to cross your mind
Think of just what you’ve left behind
Think of all the day that’s gone
And how much time I’ve been alone
Each picture that was once so proudly displayed
Now are hidden and tucked away
There is not a memory around now of me
Just the thoughts in your mind that simply just go round
Each word or mention of me in passing
“Ducking” from all the questioning
What to say about decisions made
Because in your heart so heavily they’ve laid
Each tear that was shed was it from regret?
Or was it self-pity that you wanted to get?
Shame, how time changes some men
Kind of scary to think you’ve forgotten about the sin
Each family event that you have planned
One less family member to get the upper hand
Time has a way of showing whose true
Again I’m sorry that it couldn’t be you
So each time I am in your head
Remember it was away from you I was led
Don’t think about me
If only actions was all it would have taken
For me not to has felt forsaken
Don’t, just don’t, think about me
I’m in charge of my life can’t you see?
Each thing I’ve not forgotten
Each word I have memorized
Each step from you and you’re still surprised!
Don’t think about me.
MwsR ❤
https://cyranny.com/2018/08/23/renegade-word-of-the-day-challenge/
Today’s word is Renegade.
He had a tattooed arm from his hand to his shoulder. Strong looking with a partial beard and a mustache that magnified his top lip. Some say he was a loner, some say he was a biker, although some would say he was a RENEGADE.
He never spoke much and never seemed to form a friendship with anyone. He just sat at the corner table at the local bar. He would stare down his glass of beer.
Many wondered what had brought him there and it was about him, that made him walk alone.’Till one evening when a person came in. They walked over to his table and offered him their hand. He looked up at them, then stood with slowness and no smile. People took notice and started to eavesdrop. Who is the person who had broken the stare of this could be “RENEGADE”?
It was told by one of the waitresses there,that this loner, this biker, this renegade, just had to bury his whole family one day. He had lost all that was dear to him.They had been murdered in their sleep. That was a lawyer coming to him, to tell him they caught the killer. Now he was all alone with his grief. He did not ask for company to join him there in that bar, because he was afraid that they to would die. He assumed the killer had not been caught, or maybe that the killer was watching him.
He just sat wide-eyed at his beer, while the world passed him by. No loner, no biker, and no renegade was he, just trying not to deal with life, because of the loss he felt inside.
https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/i-challenge-you-to-28/
I remember that summer, the one that seemed liked it lasted for so long. I was a big fan of Hall and Oats and I enjoy the song ‘Abracadabra” it was the best song for the longest time.
I remember me and my friend Laura having the time of our lives that summer. We both had been planning on me spending a whole week with her in the upcoming summer of 1978. I could not wait for the actual day to finally arrive. Before we both knew it, it was happening. She had moved to Salisbury, about an hour and some away from me in our third grade. We were inseparable back then. Where she was I was, where I was there would be her.
We became friends in our second grade. She was the girl no one noticed much unless to pick on, because she was very quite and reserved. I on the other hand was very outgoing. She would occasionally get picked on by the other kids we went to school with, so of course, I would step in and send them away. I always felt the need to help those that got picked in or was left out of the social circle. Even in elementary, I believe it was my innate right to do so.
We suddenly began finding things we had in common and things we both liked. As I said in the first paragraph, Hall and Oats was definitely one of the things we shared in our likes. We both had wanted to spend our whole week together by going to the beach, but we could get that, our parents did not want to go the beach. This is when we came up with a grand plan for this one week out of the whole summer. We also knew we needed to make the best of things, since she did not live near me anymore and would not be coming back to the school we shared.
Our week’s plan included, making our own beach. Yes, I said that correctly. She had said her father had a sand pile out back of her house, so we thought there would be no harm in using it to create a beach dream , come true. We did just that! We found the perfect place in the yard where we would be all by ourselves and free from peering parent’s eyes. We laid out the sand in an area maybe 5′ by 5′. We went and gathered suntan lotion, a small pool, a beach ball, and our beach chairs. We put on our bathing suits, got our glasses and a radio. We were so set on having a wonderful time at our beach. Just two friends out on our own enjoying the radio and weighing in the water/pool, and enjoying the burning hot sand between our toes, lol.
We did not care much that this was a made-up beach, we just enjoyed everyday, out in her back yard, getting a suntan and listening to the radio as we put our feet down in the sand. The best summer ever, with the absolute best FRIEND a girl could have asked for.
Later on…
We never did that whole week thing again, never even saw each other again, but she gave me what feels like a lifetime of happy childhood memories. Even if it was only a few years, she was by far the best FRIEND ever.
MwsR<3
You…
Are my compass, and my north star
My journey till the end of this life
I feel you in everything I do or dream of
With you comes much joy and also much pain.
I…
Never knew how much someone could love me,
Till I met you and you showed me
Wished upon a star and you came into my life.
Hope, for things once more, learned to believe in love again.
MwsR ❤
Often times I see people down on their luck, or people who feel so frustrated with their life, that they need someone to notice and lend them some help or word of encouragement. I know that all too often this life can be hard, it can be tough and we have to pick our own selves up sometimes, because frankly, no one else really will or maybe they can’t.
Letting ourselves be human, letting ourselves have bad days is just living life. It is okay to feel sad, sometimes, just don’t stay sad forever.
The key is to believe there will be better days, there is someone who will love you and understand you.
Give life and people a chance.
Michelle ❤
Twisted and still struggling
Trying to find just where I really am at in this life
Sometimes I cry because it is so frustrating
Yet I carry on,
First one day , then another
There are times when I feel I am just holding on,
I crawl if I have to
Pretend to be just fine
But others cannot open me up and look on the inside
They get what I portray
Often time it drives them away
No help do they offer
Even if they could help I think it would just vanish as soon as it came
Why does this feel like a game, always
I know they mean well, yet they sometimes come off wrong
I think trying to understand what their true intentions are is hard
Hopeless I continue, why is that?
I must admit there is not much satisfaction
Gah, I feel so very tired, yet I want to live
I want to know what it is that I think I am going to miss.
Okay, maybe I am just fooling myself
Maybe there is no right only wrong with me,
I think somewhere I quit believing in what I could not see
I think sometimes I am just broken
I want to trust,
I want to feel
I want to be happy , for real.
It is me who isn’t letting these things happen,
Me, who is lost and who knows maybe I don’t know how to be found
Who cares what I want,
Who cares anymore when I cry.
They think I should just get over things
Let by gones pass on by.
Wow, when I re-read what I write
I know that I am broken, that is a definite, not a “might”.
But aren’t we all broken?
Don’t we all lose ourselves while trying to stick things out
Trying to go forward in the hardship, despite the hardship
I think it is true.
I think feeling broken, means life has been true.
True to every reaction for every action
Broken does not mean you don’t function
It does not mean you are not good.
But will anyone else know that?
Will anyone look beyond your exterior to see all that?
That is left up to interpretation…
MwsR ❤
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