Category: Writings

Poem

Visit by MwsR

There is a place whether in a dream or in life
That you can imagine yourself being in, and leaving behind all the strife.
That place is a resting place for your soul and mind.
It is one that no one but you can find.
When shadows try to take your sun away
You can revisit this place and for a while stay.

A place for comfort, reflection, and rest
This place is simply the best.
Everyone has their own place like this
There is no challenge there, at least not in this.
Visit this place when you need to
Go there when you can, I plead.

When you get ready to pack
Take only what you need to come back.
Leave behind all the negativity and pain
Because with those things life surely will seem the same.
Revisit if and when you can
There your strength will help you stand.

Simply by MwsR

Words exchanged when both parties are angered

One feeling betrayed somehow, while the other misunderstood

Something that has lain dormant from exposure

Perhaps a bruised ego, or a self fulfilling prophesy

Words replayed over and over

Till each other decides not to speak.

Both left feeling less than they should

Times passes and with it each one’s hardened nature

Words are spoken and they forget the ones spoken before

It is the cycle of anger and resentment,

Stubbornness and selfishness combined.

As often as it comes and goes,

It will be simply fine.

Poem

Visit by MwsR

There is a place whether in a dream or in life
That you can imagine yourself being, and leaving behind all the strife.
That place is a resting place for your soul and mind.
It is one that no one but you can find.
When shadows try to take your sun away
You can revisit this place and for a while stay.

A place for comfort, reflection, and rest
This place is simply the best.
Everyone has their own place like this
There is no challenge there, at least not in this.
Visit this place when you need to
Go there when you can, I plead.

When you get ready to pack
Take only what you need to come back.
Leave behind all the negativity and pain
Because with those things life surely will seem the same.
Revisit if and when you can
There your strength will help you stand.

Hope…MwsR Writings

We all face different things in our lives.
Seldom do we stop and realize what others go through.
I have known friends that hurt each day, carry guilt, and hurt. I know people who despite circumstances that were given to them, carry on each and every day.
**&

It is never the journey ahead that hurts us… It is, however, our lack to properly prepare as we start that journey.
MwsR

Don’t forget others go through it, deal with it, and push past it… you can too.

Yes, it will hurt sometimes. Yes, it will change you some. Yes, it will most definitely impact those who are in it with you, in one way, shape, or form. This can most certainly be directly or indirectly.

But the good news is…
You can move through whatever journey is ahead… You can.

There is hope for today.💓

Inside by MwsR

Twisted to suit certain situations

Often missing out on celebrations

Too much contemplation of negative means

Nervous so often of trivial things

Belief is as far as it always has been

No trust yet still in men

Friendly but friendless

Helpful but still helpless

Inside it stays

Displaying on the outside in frays.

Please Try,
by MwsR

The pit of my stomach wants to give you more chances
Despite all the critical onlooker’s glances.
They think there is no hope for you
Yet they don’t love or hope for you as I do.
I am scared to let you lie to me again
I am afraid my forgiveness will fail here towards the end
I hurt for you
All those plans and things might not come true.
The telling you, I love you, is simple
But trusting you is hard and cumbersome, like water with a ripple
It would appear to be in control
But really it is struggling, you know.
Inside each person, we need to decide whether the importance is given to unimportant things
And if along the road it will be worth all the pains.
Sometimes in a brief second, I catch glances of times past
In my heart what I want is for the good times to last.
Sadly, it is not in my hands
I have given you all my demands
Yet you shrugged and then walked away
Seems tears are all came from that one day
I fall to my knees and constantly pray.
Maybe one more day, maybe one more start
Or maybe it will stay heavy on my heart.
Please try!
You know why.

Poem

“Not today”, by MwsR

“Can I talk to you?” I say
You reply, “Not today.”
I wonder if you know the sleepless nights I lay awake and cry
Do you know how hard it has been? I feel like I could die.
I sometimes run for the phone thinking this time it will be you,
But it seldom ever is, oh how I wish it to be you, it’s true!
You say you’re busy and you say it’s okay.
But I know things are not that way.
I wonder if you contemplate your future for even a little?
Do you know you put us in the middle?
I wish that you had of listened while you were still here,
Then we would not have so much to endure.
Sometimes whether you acknowledge things or not
Time has a way of securing the endless knot.
The kind that burns down deep inside a person’s soul,
The one that wants let me let you go.
I often sit and think about the past
But I know it isn’t there that matters, it is in what is here that lasts.
If we can take what little we think we are or the little we have,
We can cover any wound, just like a salve.
Please come out of this funk you are in
Look around and start again.
Make the most of each day you’ve been given
Start taking charge and start believing.
Life gives us sometimes, only one chance to change.
Don’t let trouble mess you up, or help to pass the blame.
You are in my heart, my soul and mind,
Now it is time to take off those blinders because you aren’t blind.
When I ask you to talk, say okay.
I might just have something important to say.
I don’t want to take your time,
Just want you to know I will give you mine.
I will help where help is to be given
But it is truly your life, your own life you have and need to be living.

More Than This! Poem by MwsR

So many people are focused right now

To the virus that is sweeping through the town

The focus is only to remain free

From all the germs and infectious seeds

Instead of concentrating on their eternal soul

They worry over physical things, I’m told

Never give much mind

To the eternal part, they are so blind.

Sure, noone wants to be sick and poor

Noone wants to suffer anymore

Sadly, the eternal life we can get

Takes a back seat to all the fret

No one looks into their soul’s demise

Plans for the inevitable last day, they remain so blind

Think about the everlasting, the eternal home

Take guard against the enemies of the soul

Greed, lust, envy, and more

Our life will not end on this earth’s shore

We will have a place to go,

It will be a heavenly one or a fiery hole.

Prepare, don’t despair

More in this life than what we have to bare.

More than this!