Category: Writings

Poem

Just A Moment In Time. by MswR

The passing of the tap water over your fingers,

Each sound that’s listened to as you try to sleep.

Time is not ours to keep.

The smells you remember,

Talks on the phone,

Mostly it’s the times you’ve spent alone.

The opening of a new chip bag,

All the anticipation

Without the slightest frustration.

Mind murals I reflect on,

Things from life that have come or gone.

Searching not one but all,

Passing someone down a hall.

Eating the best food,

Saving nothing for later,It was the pleasure that did matter.

A favorite movie seen over and over,

The same joke told a thousand times,

The look in the mirror at a thousand lines.

It’s simple yet quick,

Effortless yet worth working for,

Our moments in time for us to savor once more.

Poem

We by MwsR

We say tomorrow
But really we think about today.
We say things will get better
Yet really they stay the same.
We dream of things we wish to be true
When in reality they’ll never be.
We cling to things and people
Even while leaving out our own family.
We place value on things we should avoid
Trying hard to grasp and hold tight.
We never stop and think,
Losing sight of that something to feel the void.
We never look in front of ourselves, really
To where we once and sometimes still are.
We never see what we have to give,
Instead, we stay stagnate
Never really truly enjoying the life we live.

Poem

Stand by MwsR

Thought things were manageable,

Then they proved their selves too hard to handle?

There is no sense in trying to stay

No point when you were the one that get shoved away

Sometimes the best you can do

Is give it all a sling and get it away from you.

Don’t try to make excuses for other’s behavior

Forgetting it only to try and be everyone’s “savior”

It gets you nothing, not one little bit

All it can do is put your emotions into a fit.

Try earnestly, to be true, to you first

Yes, sometimes you’ll feel it all is about to burst.

But regardless of whomever or whatever

You can stand on your own, though all kinds of weather

You can be strong, by walking away

By preserving your soul, in that way

You’ll be prepared to go through each day

To tackle the necessary and to play.

When others feel bad about their selves

They rarely can care for someone else.

Walk away from stress, always keep an open mind

There can be no redemption while you stay blind.

Don’t help make excuses for anyone

Even if you can, leave it alone.

Decide that what you want better

That you deserve better.

Poem

STAY by MwsR

Days run into one another

Memories bear down on your mind

Perhaps you’ve often wished that your heart wasn’t blind.

Separation comes quickly

Almost without warning

Yet nothing is like seeing the sunrise in the morning.

Past grievances all have lent hands to your destruction

They held so tightly, as if to strangle

At least you felt your pulse as your heart started to dangle.

Whispers follow all the innuendos

Friends become as distant strangers

Family feels more like taking a path full of dangers.

Befuddled and left to sort through things

Comfort you cannot really find

No, your bruised and battered, emotionally blind.

Where to look for that trust that was so sacred

The promises people give when you mattered

All those blank looks that leave you shattered.

Peace is something you start to beg for

Even alone you know you deserve more

You know they sit and wait to explore

Taking your dignity, your feelings

Your desires and your smile

You will learn to trust for a bit, but it will take a while.

That leaves you vulnerable and exposed

Ready to cry when someone snubs you

Hurts you, as they often do.

Why have memories if they are painful?

What good is it to smile, when that can suddenly change?

So many disappointments, so many deranged.

Short comings should not be like rain run offs

They should not show up where you least expect them

Making it hard for you, to stay calm or to breathe, like phlegm.

You should be able to leave things in the past

Move forward, with every task, even loving

There is something odd though, when you actually start moving.

You feel weird inside, fearful that with every stride

Someone is going to take your emotions on a rollercoaster

One without seat belts, one without any brakes, made out of plaster.

Be prepared is your new motto

No one every stays forever

No-one wants to, hardly ever

The days run into one another

Your biggest issue is staying okay

Hoping if you choose to love again, that they stay.

Poem

Separate Ways, Worlds Apart, by MwsR

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 forte
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 refusing to discuss,
Standing apart
Instead of sharing one heart.
Separate ways now we concede to
Worlds apart, no me with you.

Blue~ Has A Friend, Too

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Blue was rather quiet today. She sat mostly outside and just contemplated things. Today was warm and not too humid with a slight breeze blowing. In her thoughts, she was reminiscing on friends she had and those that were no longer her friends. The one girl in particular that was dominating her thoughts, was her friend Laura. Laura was rather tall for a girl of their age. She was quirky, to say the least. Her ways and demeanor earned her many a nickname from her classmates at their school. Blue liked all that about Laura, she often thought it made Laura special. Laura took it all in stride and really did not show that all the nicknames and teasing from her classmates, bothered her. With her pretty brown eyes, she would say so much, you only had to know her to know what she was saying. Blue knew her that way. They had long been friends, and there was very little each other did not know. So today, Laura was on Blue’s mind.

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Blue was bored today and let her thoughts carry her off into a journey of memories and things. Laura was top on the thinking block. See, days ago Laura was teased so bad, her parents were called to come to pick her up from school. She had been on the playground at school and had taken a fall. Blue knew exactly what happened, she saw it all. There were several boys who were just bullies. They liked to call Laura names, a lot. They had gone a little too far this day and pushed Laura down. She fell against a sidewalk and skinned her knee bad enough she had to go to the emergency room to get stitches. The boys all were called to the principal’s office and they had detention issued as well as having to apologize and write letters to Laura and her parents. Laura’s parents were sad that Laura was picked on so much, and they were rather outspoken about it, to the principal. It was not the first time they had fussed about their daughter getting picked on.

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Seems that nothing really changed for Laura when she returned the next day to school. Blue felt so bad for her friend and wanted to send a warning to those boys who were responsible. So at recess Blue had confronted those boys, who were not allowed to be within a foot of Laura, during recess, and she lit into them. She told them it was wrong to mistreat someone just because they were different. She told them that no matter how weird or different a person is to them, that they should just let them be. Laura saw this all from a distance and a faint smile was across her face as she watched. Blue was angry and with good reason, there was no sense in all this way of behaving. The boys all just stood there and listened to all Blue was telling them. it was as if they were actually re-thinking their actions. Blue spent the rest of recess comforting her friend and told her that she would always defend her and be there for her. Laura hugged Blue and the two felt a little bit stronger. They knew together they would be a force to be reckoned with. After all Blue had the strong will and Laura had all the things necessary to make a person laugh. What more could a person ask for?

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Blue was looking at how her friend must have felt being picked on and then getting pushed and hurt. She determined that she would never be that kind of person, the one that hurt another because of their differences. So for the rest of that school year, Blue made it her mission to friend the weird, the different, and the lonely kids in her grade. She sat with them at lunch and played with them at recess. She lent them books, paper, pencils, and whatever she could when they did not have anything. She and her friend Laura were inseparable and they stayed friends up until her friend’s family moved away. She often thought of that one friend, Laura that changed her perspective on how others feel and get treated. Even in Blue’s adult life that one friend always crosses her mind. She reflects on those wonderful childhood days when she and Laura were friends.

Blue finished up on her thoughts and ran into her house to look at pictures of her and Laura. “This day wasn’t so bad for her,” she thought. When you don’t feel alone when you have a purpose, a friendship like that, what more could you ask for?

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Poem

Rest by MwsR
Let your soul find peace.
Set your mind at ease.
Free yourself from guilt and shame
Rest on God almighty’s name.
Follow not this world’s view.
But awake and start with God’s; it will renew.
Reach for the one who gives you love
Soar through life just like a dove.
In him alone you’ll never want again.
If in his will you doth attend.
It’s written in his word how to live
It’s in his forgiveness you learn to give.
His light will guide you when clouds turn gray.
Just walk with him and don’t turn away.

Poem

Real by MwsR

Just like a song

You’re playing your life

All wrong.

Never happy

Never satisfied

No, I’m not being sappy!

In an instant

Your life here was no more

That day you were persistent.

You chose to run

I tried to stop you

But it had only just begun.

A hole inside me

Where once you were

Your choice, you see.

Moving on

Staying still

A different pawn

Choices we make

Can bend us or be all too much

Try being real now…not fake.

Standing in decisions

Means getting dirty sometimes

Stitching up a life means first cleaning the incisions.

Sometimes it’s in following dreams

You forget to fix the holes

Never fully fixing it, it seems.

Let the rest of it

Be real, not a mimic

So you’ll have a life you fit.