Category: Writings

Consequences/ Poem MwsR

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Each harsh word, chops away at another’s voice,

They cannot or will no longer talk to you.

All actions you do to get “back” at another,

Permanently bruises another’s pride.

Physical touch done in anger,

Replaces the love that was in another’s heart for you.

Taking no time to be with someone

Increases the chances that they won’t be available when you do.

Each demeaning comment you throw towards another

They will one day catch it and return it back to you.

With each action or word you give to another

Will in some way ,shape or form affect not only them but also you.

 

Much Needed/ MwsR

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In day-to-day living we often time forget

We do not cherish much the littlest of things

Often we are loaded down with work or daily tasks

That our joys are on the back burner.

Trying to keep a head of things we make plans

We set our calendars with things to do

When was the last time you planned for you?

 

In taking time to “smell the roses” we get rejuvenated

We replenish ourselves with some much-needed attention

Then we can keep on keeping on, are you following me, my friend?

The most important us we have is ourselves.

Without giving ourselves time or rest

We cannot truly give to other things our best.

Take this day to make yourself the focus!

MwsR ❤

Heart Extensions( totally made that up today) Poem by MwsR

 

3d-broken-heart-with-tears-tattoo-design Streaming, silent words that you wished you’d said

Thinking of what is worse in your head

Mixing a signal or two, wondering what to do

These are the times when you start to cry.

That is your heart extensions.

Crying is not for the prideful or to boast

Usually it is to summon your inner most

People see the hazed eye look, where you have tears

But little do they know those tears are so much more

Threatening to expose you for your feelings inside

No need to run, no need for them to hide.

There is nothing wrong with feeling blue

I have even cried a few times when I feel amused.

That is just your heart extensions that sometimes show

No problem with it, even if people know.

Be you, feel and release

Those heart extensions usually do that and give us converted peace.

Weighing On Your Heart

Stumbling for the most accurate words to describe the feelings

Sometimes, even having a hard time believing

Words fail so many times, to describe what lays upon one’s heart

Guess some days are better than the rest, at least if you start.

Sometimes we don’t give our own selves enough credit

We think somehow we are less than adequate, we think we must ourselves, edit.

If we all kept the things weighing on our hearts hidden and stored inside

Our hearts would break from the weight of what weighs on them, it’d be intensified.

We weren’t made to withstand all the junk thrown our way,

Sometimes we must rest, so that we can again play.

Being but a speck in this world and the trials are fewer than that of the world

But inside one’s self , you  start to feel the intensity, that weighs down from things, being hurled.

If you or I fail to express all our mess, in either a way or a word,

Then the cycle continues and collects all the remnants of the past, it remains unsaid

It will be like a natural disaster waiting till it is displayed

That is how suppressed feelings and things become a weighing stress.

Let go of that force that is running your life,

I will try to apply that suggestion to mine.

The things that prey on our hearts will steal our inner joy.

You can’t play around with a heart, it isn’t a toy.

MwsR ❤

Now/ Poem by MwsR

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Being that I was

Never again am I

Desperately confused

But never had a blind eye

Learning things the hard way

Leaving sadness to die

Started to live now

Don’t have to lie

Waiting and watching

Grabbing at it all

Taking in the Love

Able to withstand a fall

Future seems peaceful and bliss

Even though a lot of life was missed

Coming to believe life is precious

Now.

MwsR ❤

Demeanor/poem by MwsR

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Can’t you see the push and shove you are doing?

I try to stay near you but your demeanor is to evade me.

I once thought life would not had been so cruel or mean.

But people say things and do things they later regret that they did.

I know you don’t see it now, you are young and of course wiser than me.

You laugh at my rules, hence, you laugh at me.

You mock my issues, taunt my  ever-loving nerves,

I know you are not cold-hearted, but sometimes I am confused

I give my protection, my money and time

You take it and then you claim it ain’t mine.

Where can a person find what is wrong and make it right?

Even if they do not have a “dog” in this fight.

Struggles, I own them

Difficulties, yes we have some

But so much hostility has me tied up in knots

Before I say I don’t give a crap,

Maybe you can change your push or your shove,

Please let our paths together be one of love.

My stomach stays in knots from each cruel gesture and word

I think personally sometimes this all is absurd.

Just a case of who listens to who, perhaps a misjudgment or two.

Things don’t have to be this way, you know.

I have tried to show you , I love you so.

We can agree to disagree and let bygones be gone.

Or am I presumptuous and blindly wrong?

MwsR ❤

 

 

Day Things and Night Dreams

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At night’s rest comes a sense of relief

You say to yourself that you made it through another day.

You’d let the chores take a back seat

You lay upon a pillow and prepare to sleep.

But what if you cannot

What if the things that you’ve suppressed thinking about all day come back to haunt you?

I’d dare wager that you would wish the day never to end.

That you want to re-live it over and over again.

That your chores would bring you much relief

That the pillow you lay on at night would capture your tears.

MwsR ❤

 

Tiny Bubble/Poem by MwsR

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Oh!to live in a tiny bubble

One void of conflicts and defeat

There would be no misery there

Only standing on one’s feet.

 

Happiness would be the choice,

On how to be, most of the day

Not many would wish anything else

There would be no reaper to pay.

 

Time would be endless

Things would live in harmony

In this tiny bubble

You would have no enemy.

 

That is just a falsified dream

Nothing can be that great

It is in real life we really live

Not clinging to the one that’s fake.

 

Tiny bubbles are great and all

But that is not realistic and real

Instead one must create those ideals

One must react and feel.

 

MwsR ❤