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Poem about no one in particular but anyone.
Sometimes actions you do hurt others…Sometimes you take away a person’s ability to trust again or be themselves again. In all seriousness…
Actions and words not only impact you…but others.
Who’s using Who…by MwsR
You think you were the one who needed attention and got it…
But that’s not entirely true
It wasn’t just you.
Making someone think they mattered a whole lot
I think that’s cruel
But there are no rules.
When you use someone to make sure they understand
That you’re not sincere
Because you might be the one that gets hurt, dear.
Believing everything someone says to you
Is not smart
Take it with a grain of salt, listen not only to your heart.
Sometimes we get used by others to feel a need for them
It’s not really a deliberate cruelty
More like “stuff happens” reality.
People change as they often do
Leaving us to guess…
Who’s using who?
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Alright by MwsR
Life and circumstances affect you, often taking your true sight
Your head must remember all of your might
A heart can break from endless banter
Things you’ve cared for now are shattered
All the echos of the things left unsaid
Conversations that you fast inside your head
Relentless “what if’s” make you feel a certain way
Sometimes things just replay
You’re not required to emulate the bold
Things will get hard to hold
That’s no surprise
You will fall and still rise
You’ve done things before, without making a plan
Time to rethink, man
In one pressing moment, maybe more
The one that had previously worked before
A short period or if needed, in more than a while
No one can judge the process, you are not on trial.
Learn to accept that you’ve made mistakes and move on
Life is shorter than it is long.
Grow old being enough, with yourself and despite others
Insist on and don’t resist, forgiveness for yourself
Even if you are the one that is forgiving
Try to go on, even if it is just by living
The world has enough players, so you be real
Just open up to yourself and feel.
That will help you heal
Remember, there isn’t a war when you won’t fight.
MwsR
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Scared
By MwsR
You held the power once,
The very thing I needed you could not give me.
The power you had was something nightmares were written about.
It’s like you were possessed, definitely obsessed.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…
I was absolutely scared of you back then.
Each weekend went the same
You were out to assert your will.
I was an unwilling participant, but it did not matter.
The hurt, the doubt, you cast my way, it crippled me.
It showed me how in my adult world, not to be.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…
I used to be scared of you back then.
Now it seems life has reinvented itself for me.
I am loved by some and that seems to keep me above the pull of your memories.
I receive the love I dreamed of, to have from you back then.
Stronger, I am.
Hurt, I’ll always have.
The effort took for me to be a good person, now, should clue you in…
I am not scared of you anymore, but perhaps you are the scared one, now.
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Seasons by MwsR
Ever so often, we change
We need to, because things can change us.
There is no need to delay or fuss.
When life happens in a big way
Things adjust, people do too.
This is sometimes the beginning of something new.
Often we fail to be appreciative
We fight change and we hide
Often keeping things inside.
Seasons of our life are for the new growth
The change brings forth a different aspect
It often gives us new found respect.
Like our earth goes through seasons
Every living creature does too
This includes me and you.
Accept the season you are in for what it is
Then things will be clearer and make sense.
If grow, then grow
If to change something,
Don’t let this season become nothing.
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Once Upon A Time, by MwsR
Once upon a time
There was no reason or rhyme
My heart held a song
It was about where I belong
My eyes held the pain
Of my sorrow that attached to my name.
I had a load of questions
Some good, some bad, and it was over decisions
My head was filled with trouble
My mind kept me in that bubble.
I exploded one day
It left me in an obscure way.
Now I live in the,
Someday, somehow
And this girl seemed content,
Though her heartstrings were bent
If you’ve been there you’d known what I meant.
The End is not here, nope
Peace, Love, and Hope.
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LXII
DIRGE OF LOVE
Come away, come away, Death
And in sad cypres let me be laid ;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown;
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.
W. Shakespeare/The Golden Treasure, Francis T. Palgrave
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