Make, by MwsR
In making something, using all you are suppose to and mixing it well
Not really sure though ,if it is heaven or if it is hell.
Traces left behind that will never be used or dissipate,
That is the way it goes though when something is made.
Sometimes no matter how well we follow the directions or read ahead,
The remnants of life/it will still stay in our heads.
Like ingredients we choose everything well and as we should,
But life has a way of changing things around.
It surprisingly can come out like nothing we had thought,
Looking totally different whether we like it or not.
You can proceed with satisfaction
If you don’t expect a perfect situation.
We can choose to learn by it somehow
Or crumble in the process. Wow.
Wished, once upon a star
Hoped the wish, would come true.
Now I wait
Not a lie
Only in truth, do I now rely.
It was the best of times
Yet, secretly, the worst of times.
Often misjudged for happiness
Even disguised as love.
Some never bothered,
To take their blinders off.
Some knew, and tried to play it off.
Yet, no one but herself, felt it all.
No one to pick her up after the fall.
Crashing like the waves of the ocean
Her spirit was dispersed,
Wishing, to be a balloon
And to float gently and swiftly away.
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Start of the day, it hits me
Like a ray of sunshine, only it is rain
The things I keep clutter my brain
Newness of the day is a mere distraction
There is no awakening from this, no retraction.
Soon as my eyes open, I can feel it
Like little beads that sting, upon my heart
If only I had been smart!
Maybe I could of prepared some,
Took shelter from those who cared, someone
Instead, when I awake in bed
I feel the rain
It kind of hurts like pain,
But it eases shortly after, insane.
Rain can be a life giver
It can keep something alive
Known this most of my life.
But, sadly it also brings me pain,
All the thoughts that I have hid in my brain,
You bring me rain.