Category: Writings

Poem

Strings by MwsR

There are places, people, and things,
They will bring out great happiness or complicated things.
When you are caught up with any of them, as we sometimes do,
They will greatly impact you.
It is strings that we hold to places, people, or things,
That makes us into who we are and sometimes what makes us sing.
They can also make us weep, confused, or depressed,
That is how you know you once enjoyed things at their best.
Suddenly though for no reason or rhyme,
You find them either gone or not worth your time.
Strings are for holding, but only a particular way,
They are to be admired sometimes but set aside like a display.
Sometimes you need to give slack, every once in a while.
Although if needed they can help you to hold on to a smile.
What are your strings attached to?
I think it is a lot of things, don’t you?
Either hold tightly to your strings or let them gather slack,
Because once they are gone, you might not get them back.

Poem

Mental Trip
By MwsR

In my mind, I’ve been there a hundred times or more.
Each time something different or some aspect for me to explore.
I cannot leave until it seems I’ve tried to see
What it is my mind is trying to show me.
It’s like a long hall that leads to the same places
But the places are what change the most, sometimes new faces.
An endless trip for my melancholy mind,
Remanents of what I have in past thoughts left behind.
Tragic to think I could one day lose the main jest
The meaning behind these thoughts my brain invests.
If it is then lead me another way
Be it mental, in person, or another day.

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Fractures Of The Heart by MwsR

Starting it is too small to see
But deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me,
Though visibly you wouldn’t even know
A certain feeling instead that starts to grow.
It comes from words that crush your soul
Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole.
Like a plant that is starved of food,
It starts to wilt and not look so good.
A minute event that can change the outlook
A part that nothing specific it seems it took
But noticeable and unforgiving in spite
It will continue to fracture if not treated right.
The only way to make it better may be
To simply leave it alone, you see.
Time has a way of correcting the bad
Or making us happy despite the feelings that once made us sad.
Like feelings that became fractures of the heart
Learning to let go is a really good place to start,
To repair, live with or treat the best way
Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay.
But to know we have done the best we could
make us feel better like we all should.

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I Think, by MwsR

I think there is real love out there in this old world.
That there is meaning in the way people talk.
Also a meaning behind the way they walk.

I think that beauty resides within a person’s soul.
That it is a sin to only look on the outside and not the in,
there is so much more about a person, within.

I think that God gave us each other to teach us something.
Something new or that perhaps we had forgotten.
Sometimes he wants us to see the good and the rotten.

I think that for every action there is a reaction.
As a cause and release, be it a punishment or possibly a disease.
There is also a goodness we achieve after a lesson that we receive.

I think no one is better than anyone else.
If they were then we’d have no hope of becoming all we could be.
You can take a look at people in our history and you will see.

I think that the smallest insect is precious and has a purpose.
Even the biggest, like a hippopotamus to.
That is what God had created for me and you.

I think with time hurts and pains will diminish in intensity,
But won’t ever leave our damaged heart.
I think sometimes trying to forget is wrong, even hurts and pains play a part.

I think if you want something, stepping over someone to get it is wrong.
You see we get back what we give, so it could hurt you in the end.
I’m just reminding you of this because I am your friend.

I think, therefore I write.
I write because it is an expressive tool
I use what I have just to connect with you.

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I see you there

Ready to make a pounce

Trying with every ounce

To feel and spot the movement

Desperately your mind concentrates

It will not faulter

It will not be altered

Unless,something else

Catches your intentions

Erases your inhibitions

Such a matchless energy

A stride that’s not comparable

A heart that’s unbeatable

With every effort

And with such a limitless leap

You will complete your feat.

Cat by MwsR

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What Can We Say! MwsR

Life what can we all say about it,

Fragility is within, and can make us split

Suffering is par the course, it can linger

Love and interpersonal relationships mingle

Sensitivity warms a life

It brings joy over strife

It is shared between a man and his wife

Work is essential to acquire

Determination is always required

People’s life will one day expire

Life is essentially a gift

Do with it as you see fit

Make it a good one,or

Just make it, I implore!

Sunsets are for those who hope,

Those who believe, nope

They are for us all, regardless, if we are broke

If we are rich,

Or if wanting, or if we stay lit.

It’s not one way fits all,

It is for the great and the small.

Those who stand or those who fall.

Courage is built in the things we do on the journey,

It is never something to take for granted or to hurry.

Close your mouth, listen to wisdom, open your heart.

It will take us all to make things better

Our life, our conflicts, matter.

Our heart, our soul, they are things that make our “life’s batter”

If we put in the right “ingredients” we will have a masterpiece

But should we add things that don’t belong, we will not make it.

All we will have worked on will be in vain.

Bringing lots of pain.

Life, you live it, now start something…

Wondorous,

All of us!

Alzheimer’s…My Aunt

Camille….by MwsR(Alzheimer’s)

I watched helplessly as a vibrant smart intelligent woman turned into a whole different person. This was over 20 years ago.
I had watched this lady my whole life read her Bible every day, do crossword puzzles ridiculously fast, and she had a great personality.
She cooked some of the best breakfast. I loved how she put saltines in her coffee and claimed it took the bitter taste away. She had blondish red hair with curls that she imposed every night from rolling her hair in those foam curlers. She was tall and slender. She wore glasses that she hung on her neck with a chain. She was a modest dresser and loved wearing her socks over her pants while working in the garden. She said that would keep bugs from going up to her pants. Haha.
Seemed like in a blink of an eye that all that changed. Her ALZHEIMERS was a fast progressive kind. I watched her go from praising God to cussing like a sailor. I watched her ability to read, cook, garden, and such like things diminish away.
She went from being independent to being dependent.
Her Bible laid now, next to a portable potty chair. Her crossword puzzle books would now be torn and thrown around the room from one of her latest fits.
She was no longer kind and acted like a child. Never satisfied and turning on those who loved her most.
I remember her this way…and many other ways too.
It got worse the longer she went through this.
I miss my Great Aunt CAMILLE. I cared for her when no one else could anymore. She impacted my life then more than I knew at the time. She kept ALZHEIMERS for many years until one day her soul was at peace. I believe God took her to be with him. I was pregnant with my first child when I said my last goodbyes to her.
Someone mentioned God takes a person when replaced by another soul. I am not sure of this but it reminded me of Aunt CAMILLE. My firstborn came into the world a month after CAMILLE died. So who knows ….