It has been there
Making me cry
Letting you laugh
Never did anyone see
What it was that was hurting me
Just to save “face”
But inside, a very dark place…
I wish my life would just let me be
I smother underneath it’s grasp that surrounds me
The many times I could not count on my two hands
If there was a stack it would take a million rubber bands
No one can measure the uneasiness I feelContinue reading Excerpt from”Heart Paths” by MwsR
When the time comes that you reflect over your life and the things you’ve done
Will you see someone smart or someone dumb?
Those things you thought were fin
The things that you swore hurt no one.
Were they worth it?
Were they proper or were they like that of a nitwit?
Are the ones that stood with you now standing apart?
You already know the answer because it is deep in your heart…
I am not special by any means
But I have a heart and yes I bleed.
Don’t try to use me or hurt me.
I do not like that, you see.
Though I am but nice I am too
I will make you laugh t time when you are blue
I do like animals, of all sorts
I love wearing flip flops and a pair of shorts.
I feel things deeply although, it can be a curse
Sometimes it hurts and can make me feel worse…
I wrote this poem as I was thinking about my biological family. Since being adopted, they were always on my mind, so much so, I would spend many of my days wanting to run out and find them.
The sudden urge to just go
On an intuition, that inside you grew
The one that you wanted to know, so
A second glance of a one chance meeting
Maybe it was meant to happen, you know.
That longing you needed to know, that made you go.
A following sometimes, without a greeting.
To be continued…
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I wrote this poem while I was reminiscing on my life past. Since I am adopted I often find myself looking at where I came from and where I am headed. it often brings to my mind poems that just come out. This was one of them.
There is so much to remember
So much that it makes me go limber
It was another time
It was another place
With different things
With different faces
A mere shadow of the me, to come
The one who chanced to love someone
The part that made me dance
The one others gave no second glance
No second chance
Strange yet all too close
Nothing will ever rid me of all those ghostsThere is more to this poem, you can purchase my book on Amazon.com
Please excuse the grammatical errors or spelling errors in the book. I was quite a rookie when doing this book. Thank heavens I have learnt some things. MwsR
I am not special by any means
But I have a heart and yes, I can bleed
Don’t try to use me or hurt me
I do not like that, you see
Tough I am, but nice I am too.
I will make you laugh at times when you are blue.
I do like animals of all sorts
I love wearing flip flops and a pair of shorts
I feel things deeply, although it can be a curse
Sometimes it hurts and can make me feel worse
When I love I really love
And when I am pushed, no problem, because I really can shove
Sad movies make me cry
Nothings is a total loss , if you try
I have a lot to give nd give a lot
I hate 100 degree weather because I get hot
I like long walks, playing through the woods, swimming in the sea
These things are magical for me.
My heart I wear proudly on my sleeve
I dislike selfish people it one of my pet peeves
Thoughtful and forgiving, I wish to always be
This poem is just a little to share about me.
Here is a poem from my book of poetry, HeartStones…
Back then, people took meaningful “somethings”
Pictures, that said something about who was in them
It was the talk of the moment when someone spied a photo album
People displayed photos, like the circus displayed its performers
Photographs, were usually black and white, but that never changed their sparkle
In the many pictures you’d have relatives of all ages and in all manners of dress
People would reconnect or recollect the times, the places, and the faces.
In photographs, people stayed the way they were, at that moment.
If they were dead, it did not matter,
If they were old or young or had just begun,
Because, they were remembered from these photographs.
In pictures you could stay”forever’
I find that comforting and a little strange, in the same manner.