Category: Writings

Little Town of Shine/ Poem by MwsR

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Life stopped glowing in the little town of Shine, one day

It used to be a place where people stayed

Life there had stopped being special

I think it lost its meaning, it really is hard to tell.

There were no more special events

No special dances or nothing new to invent

This town had let go of all it could be

Let go of its hopes and all of what it could mean

It forgot it could shine

It got lost somewhere in time.

Life there would subtly change

Where flowers are just filters for feelings that feel strange.

No more special

No close circles

For  it was not good enough.

Things that were easy ,suddenly got worse

This town of Shine lost its way

Many  visitors passed through but none wanted to stay.

It was a terrible thing to behold

People that lived there seemed to leave it before they got old.

Stranger than fiction it was

Things that use to grow there now, never does.

Just a little speck of humanity was still around

There had been rumors that a speck of humanity wasn’t in this town.

A speck, what good was that in the town of Shine

I cannot answer that, for this town was not mine.

If you pass through or you want to come in

Look for the light that used to shine from within

Nothing much, I dare say you will find

For the whole town has turned so dull, almost blind.

Nothing to see if you even  still could,

Not much gumption, even if they would.

I would hate to live where the town has lost its shine

Where things are more blahzay than they are sublime.

I just thought I would mention this town of Shine,

Pretty much nothing is left, nothing much to see

But if to it came someone who truly believed

It would gain its shine back again,

Then they could have their fairytale end.

 

 

 

 

SEPARATE WAYS WORLDS APART, poem by MwsR

Separate Ways, Worlds Apart

You are there
I am here
You want this
I want that
Thinking first has never been your thing
Acting first is what you bring
Hoping has been my for’te
But you think that’s a waste of a day.
I agree to disagree
But you get angry with me
I wait for you
You walk right through.
Endless work for you
Not for me, that makes me blue.
Giving up is your easy answer
Mine is to dance instead of joining the clamor.
Used to be us
Instead, it is refuse to discuss,
Standing apart
Instead of sharing one heart.
Separate ways now we concede to
Worlds apart , no me with you.

Imagine

 

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I woke up to one of those days

When things seem blissfully content

Where there is many reasons for one to re-invent

I went to the window and noticed the rain

Usually when I see rain it causes me pain

I am not one for rain, and never have been

But today when I looked out, that’s when it all began

I found myself imagining how the insect world must be

What being them and seeing as they see

So my imaginations took  on a rather peculiar twist where

I wanted to know what it was like to imagine it there.

I  imagined that this rain was pounding down on them

It was like their world was being bombed

Or maybe they were filling their pools or replenishing their spas.

Was this a tragic day for them?

Did the rain kill some of their friends?

In the insect world this rain must be harsh,

Unless they like living in a marsh.

Maybe I was over thinking things

Possibly this rain could be replenishing

Perhaps they have gardens too

Like we do

Maybe in their world there are crops galore

I imagine a lake maybe they float on it riding on leaves

Maybe they even like when the rain is pouring down

Is it possible this all could take place on the earth’s ground?

I would say as a human I don’t know all their needs

Nor do I know their wants

But that is what imagination is for

I think tomorrow I will imagine some more.

 

 

 

She Faded Away

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And she faded away…

All that she was before and all she ever hoped to be was like a color that stays out in the sun to long, she faded over time.

Her fade was gradual and hardly noticeable but she caught glimpses each day she looked at herself, really looked at herself.

She liked to tell people who time and circumstances, people and life hadn’t changed her any, but it had.

Where she once had such a funny nature, and a little more naïve trust, now that seemed to be turned into dust. She just lost her sense of hope in all that she left behind.

Her aspirations of a better time, a better standing in life, was just one day dismissed. It is like she finally saw things around her for what they were.

Maybe it was from all the criticism that she seemed to get, or maybe it was the lack of effort people gave her.

Really it was too hard to pinpoint just when and where it all started to decline.

Maybe it had been when she was small, her first trust in someone was broken. Her battle that lay ahead of her in those days had never left her. Her ability to truly believe that one human could actually mean what they portray, what they said they would be.

When life hardens you, takes the rug out from underneath you, things change.

It is a slow fade, one that keeps you in a false sense of control. You see things in all your relationships with people. You find yourself with someone who genuinely cares about your well-being but you dismiss it to be an act of convenience. You fail to see what it is or how in-depth it really has become.

No one wants to find thunder and storms while following a rainbow! Sometimes though, that can happen. You have to really see things for what they are. You have to try really hard to see through the exterior of things or people and take the good with the bad, but never settle for less than normal.

When life is difficult or you have really struggled, you lose hope and your sense of wonder. You lose the “who” you can be to the “who” you have become. They both fight constantly in your soul and heart and mind. There will be one that survives, make it the better one.

She never knew how to harness all that pain and let downs she received. Like a stain on a shirt, it faded, but it is still there. Maybe one day when life gets so uncomplicated and she can focus on her own self above others, she will be able to fix it, or simply get another “shirt to wear.”

Sometimes it takes a whole new outlook and state of mind to see the impossible. or the things we need to realize.

She knew that people truly meant somethings they say, but she still kept doubt in the back of her mind.

“Is it possible for someone to love me”, she often said to herself.

Her answer was always, “We will see.”

Fading away…she still goes through each day, always trying to believe that someone could love somebody like her.

MwsR ❤