Category: Writings

Thoughts/Poem

We Forget by MwsR

In self-inflicted blindness, we forget all the ones that are in pain�

Then we turn and look over our shoulders never accepting the blame.�

Onward we keep going, forever clueless in our own little bubble�

Looks like we should access while we are down in the rumble,�

But we don’t and then we deceive ourselves into thinking that all is right,�

Even when we toss and turn away into the night.�

What is it that makes a person truly at peace?� Is it knowing that others we can deceive if they only believe?�

It’s like a game of chance that we are willing to partake of�

Not caring who we step on or who we shove.� Selfish we enter this world, selfish we leave it.�

It’s not just me thinking this and you better believe it.�

Why can’t we stop fooling ourselves, �

Stop hurting others because they let us, themselves?�

We need to acknowledge that we all play a part in this world together.�

God didn’t create us to be alone, especially forever.�

To care about others we give parts of ourselves away,�

For as long as it takes, maybe a year, maybe for just a day.�

Anyone worthy of love is worth the learning�

When others come first, in actuality we come alongside them.�

No, we can’t be always good or right, but we can bring things up and together, just like a seamstress’s hem.

Poem

Frozen by MwsR

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it way down deep?

Or has it haunted you in your sleep?

You have become numb and changed

The pieces that were once limber are stiff.

Why is it that we stay on that frozen cliff?

Too many things have been affected

Your goals and your visions have become neglected.

It’s as if your own soul has been rejected.

You can no longer see clearly now there is a haze

You try to get back what time tries to erase

When in all actuality you cannot continue the chase.

Waiting for that one rock to knock you and shatter you into many pieces

Hoping that the Sun will warm you and bring you back to living

Where once breath was inside of you now you have nothing that’s giving.

You are frozen.

You are frozen in time.

You are frozen in time because you have grown cold.

No spark has left no flame will burn

Until this curse has risen

You need to realize what it is you have to give and how much more of your life you have to live, just listen.

You don’t have to be frozen

Time doesn’t have to freeze

You can avoid being cold…

The spark is there it will ignite the flame

The curse will rise and you shall remain

You can give and continue to live.

Simple by MwsR

The struggle is gone, no rewinds

Pictures that are still ever present in our minds

Things in a pose

Freckles on someone’s nose

Smells of cinnamon with ginger accents

Frost that forms on the grassy cement

Listening to one of the greatest old songs

Humming right along

Whispers of laughter filling the air

From others playing, way over there

Tastes that remind of us of childhood times

Splatters of paint, that makes things look refined

Clothes that flow so free

Nameless not branded, that’s fine with me

Comfort in the snuggle of a throw

Softness to touch, you already know

Simple, not complicated

Things that make us feel un- encumbered

A life that is lived

Life that has truly been give.

Hostage To by MwsR

Struggling with uncertainties

Looking at all my frailities

Questions the strategies

Pondering all the negativities

Wondering if there are possibilities

I am hostage to.

Mingling with my enemies

Reaching for my legacy

Hiding my awful tendencies

Always looking for the penalties

My own body, mind, and soul’s felonies

Wishing for real serenity

I am hostage to.

Feeling inept showing my jealousy

Humming along with a melody

Things really affect me mentally

Having my own specialties

There is little rarities

The shadows have many enmities

I am hostage to.

Poem

People…by MwsR
We meet all kinds.
We share with and trust a few.
For me, it might be you.
They come in and out of our world,
They give us either great lessons or understanding
See the choices I’m claiming.
I see different traits
Different battles
And it’s their faith that settles.
Why do we just exist?
Among other
Mom, dad, sisters, brothers.
Why can’t we take something
Rearrange something
Is all our lives for nothing?
Make a spark
Let it grow into a fire
Reaching others as you inspire.
Teach and learn lessons
Give and take back what you can
That should be a rule for all of man.
Life is a journey, a game
We are the players
Let’s love and cherish
Never letting that perish.

Poem

Lie to Me, by MwsR

As cold as snow on barren feet,
Swift as a judgment you had tried to beat.
Words have a great significance you see,
Like damage when you lie to me.
Treating it as you do a game
Looking for the player’s move, that’s never the same.
Deep and hurting, like a cut from a knife
Nothing is the same, like for a divorced husband and his wife.
Long-lasting, when you lie to me.
Perilous like a drive off a bridge overlooking a river,
Dark and sick like an alcoholic’s liver.
Unsure, like a person’s footing on a hill
, And deadly like a hunter’s deliberate kill.
An outcome undesirable and yet so foreseen,
From all the times you’ve lied to me.

Just Getting It by MwsR(and thoughts)

How many of you have been in situations, periodically throughout your life that you did not really look at with uncritical, un-bias, or jaded thoughts?

I am referring to the struggles with family or friends, or loved ones.

Let me start off by saying, I have most definitely, throughout my own life. I am old enough now that I can look back on my life with somewhat of an open mind. There most certainly was a time when everything I remembered was jaded. I was letting my own personal opinions cloud the reality of the situation or perhaps I let my own bias come into the picture when I remembered back. This poem I am writing is written with this in mind. Hope you enjoy it.MwsR

Just Getting It, MwsR

Often times, all I wanted was to be loved
Never giving any thought to the love from above.
When I was sad, looked for comfort and apologies
But sometimes, people were not ready to give that to me.
Feeling alone mostly with my hopes and dreams
Life is seldom really as we believe
It goes deeper than that, what a relief!
Because if all we had was our own thoughts, we would give up on true belief,
We’d also probably swing in the tallest trees, because we’d not know any better.
We would pursue things that didn’t matter.
If we ever get one thing in this life, it would be to just get life,
Just to get it, in its true expression is a most special gift.
We all have problems, sadness, and regret.
We all have our own opinions, our own way of seeing, its like a bet
Either we give it all to risk getting it, great or small,
Or we try with our best, so to stand tall.
This is something we must teach ourselves,
Life is so much more.
Our perceptions, our reasonings, are our own
That doesn’t mean they don’t count,
It just means that there is more, keep an open mind.
Like me, maybe all you can see, is your thoughts
Then like me, things will certainly be clouded for you
Perhaps jaded and persuaded, too.
Open your mind, seek things from above,
Learn to unselfishly give and Just as important, learn to receive love.
I was never alone, never really without love.
I took my longings and let it lead me to Him, above.
Now I know, I just get it.

Blue and School

Today was the day Blue and her mom and her brother were going back to school shopping. Each year, their mom would take them to Belks, Kmart, and anywhere she could to get them both a week worth of clothes and shoes for school. Blue’s mom definitely liked Belks most of all. She seemed to find Blue dresses for her Christian school and nice dress shoes too. Blue’s brother would get shoes mostly and jeans. He went to the Christian school as she did and the boys were allowed to wear jeans. Girls however had to wear skirts or dresses.

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Blue thought it was terribly unfair but the school maintained that girls were to look like “little ladies” and they said God did not approve of them being dressed like a guy. Blue thought it all was non-sense. Blue’s mom did not mind the dress code one bit. Blue’s brother did not have to change his way of dressing and the only restriction was no worded t-shirts that supported any rock or pop or cigarette brands. This school was strict on enforcing this dress code, so much so they kept changes of clothes in case a student came to school dressed inappropriately.

Among the clothes that Blue got she was also allowed to get notebooks, paper, and other school supplies. Each year the list changed with whatever teacher she had or because of the different grade. She liked being able to get school supplies, it was neat and she could be as individual as she wanted. Blue’s mom was broke by the time she acquired all her school things. Blue lived in a middle class home and money was rarely an issue but when the sschool season came around, money was tighter than normal.

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Blue never went without things for her school. Her mom made sure of it. Blue and her brother had tuition dues to attend this school also. This school was private and there was fundraisers throughout the school year to help with the school’s expenses. Most of the parents played a big part in the fundraisers. Back then the parents usually work alongside others and worked long hours in a factory type setting. You could easily rack up a good amount of support with a fundraiser. Since Blue went to a private school, they ran different sales than the other public school systems and this ensured that Blue and her parents would be sure to sell stuff.

Each summer seemed to be shorter and shorter for Blue. She never felt like there was enough time to just frolic or enjoy summer vacation. Blue did like returning to school, however, just to see her friends and perhaps learn something new. Although Blue was not a straight-A student, she did her best mostly. Let’s just say she was good at getting by.

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School time…

New friends, new adventures, and perhaps something new to learn.

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