Category: Writings

There Was Still Me~MwsR

I stood so tall back in those days

Free to explore the world before me

Often it felt like I was ruler of it all

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But something happened back then, I sank so very small

Nothing could of changed my outlook, for I still believed

That people had the power to change inside and that included me

There I was in this big person’s world

Brought under attack from someone I held dear

No way to defend myself, but my inner power remained

I just wished that could of jumped out and helped

In a span of years, things shifted from being ruler to a slave

Things eventually got more complicated and packed with dreaded pain.

Growing up was a tedious journey.

Looking around, I saw, there was still me

Always sorting through the remnants of what used to be.

Famous Poem~Mother Goose

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Roses Are Red

by Mother Goose

The rose is red,
The violet's blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
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Alone by MwsR

Alone is my plight

It has the might

It just construes

It consumes you

Alone is like a badge

To wear from past to present

It looks for me

Desperately changes things

Despite all the feelings

Alone is ever there.

As Angels Do by MwsR

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If I could see as angels do

Oh what miracles I would witness!

I would never doubt the power of things

If I could sing as angels do

What wondrous sounds they must make

I would have deeper meaning in this kind of praise

If I went where angels do

There would never be a need to roam

I would always know my place, the one I call home.

If I listened as well as angels do

With all my soul

I would hear more than I ever did.

If I could do as angels do

All the powerful works, the angelic ways

I would not be human.

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Need To Be Right, by MwsR

The unbearable need to be right

Has clouded your reality and has taken flight

It grows and feeds from the imaginations you create

The ones where you are the only one on the right side of the gate

Oh, if reality was like that

Maybe you prefer a gun instead of a ball bat

More destructive and permanent if you use that

Always more harm than protection

Please think about your reaction

If no one can assess things for the truth and not the tales

We all will certainly end up in hell

When apologies mean nothing when spoken

If regrets can’t make up for all that is broken

Then why even try

Consequences will come when you deny

Nothing will change

It will stagnate instead of repair

All a little too jaded to actually be fair

A terrible battle, a heart broken game.

All that will be left will be our name.

Underneath It All

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Dominion by MwsR

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“Sometimes in one’s own mind, we must create the life we wish we had. I was good at that, back then. But then again, I was given no choice.” MwsR

Which day was it that I lost me?

Surely someone else had to see

There were things that changed within me

Certainly, someone must of noticed it all

Perhaps it all was so subtle and I was small

I understand the “turning a blind eye”

At my expense though, and all of it still makes me cry

You were the adult, the one who was in power

So why over me did you tower

Maybe it was a certain disposition

Undoubtedly a grown ups condition

Because before you I was not aware

That people like you, were out there

The only thing left in tact back then was my innocence

My desire to imagine and invent

I was a pro at it,

Guess I had to act

Because for me reality would of set me back

It would have made me a “quack”

Imagining was my soul’s companion

Surrounded by your twisted dominion.