Category: Writings

A TIME, by MwsR

There comes a time to care, and a time to disappear.
A time to forgive, and a time to move on.
A time to cherish, and a time to learn from,
A time to accept and a time to reject.
A time to hope and a time to give up.
A time to be last and a time to be first..
A time to talk about, and a time to keep silent.
A time to walk away, and a time to stay.

There is only this one life!

Don’t allow yourself to give to another and get nothing in return.
Don;t allow yourself to be used, or hurt, just because someone forgot your worth.
Don’t allow your heart to be wasted on selfish individuals, spend that energy loving the ones who are there, stood by your side, and will love you

Poem by me

Torment In My Brain. By MwsR

Too many times I have let chaos be my norm
Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.
Peace was hard to have , to expect, or even see.
Why couldn’t I get some for little ole me?
Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,
Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.
Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,
Some times that had left me in so much pain.
It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my own hand,
Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.
Will it ever end?
The silent miserable attack,
Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?
Maybe it’s like a curse the one that holds true,
I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.

Shatter-ling, By MwsR

Nothing was worse then the thoughts in her own mind. Sometimes she looked for a place to which she could hide. Often she sat and her mind worked through a situation.One that had not happened and that really gave her no satisfaction. Why must she torture herself that way? What was the reason in her mind she would replay? Things that needed to be forgotten, people in her life that always seemed rotten. This was the way most of her mind would be, she was not sure, ever, what tomorrow would bring. She was a Shatter-ling. She was easily shattered. It sometimes took just a look, but mostly it was from mean and hurtful chatter. Whenever she was faced with what others thought of her ways, she felt cornered and caged, just like an animal, who has to stand against someone else’s rage.

She would literally shatter a little more than the last time. Maybe it all was something just in her own mind. Either way she could not seem to matter, instead each argument, each taunt, would send her spiraling down the highway of matter, back to where she would eventually shatter. Being a Shatter-ling meant things would not bounce off of her, instead they penetrated her. Each time would be like the first, to her. Didn’t matter much if it was intentional or not, all she knew is it hurt the same , as if someone threw at her, a giant rock. To be a Shatter-ling was not a good thing, it was hard and trying, and a very difficult thing. She wished she could be like her friends and family, the ones who let things go past, and the ones who never seemed to be affected by someone’s tongue lash. She just wasn’t. She probably never would.

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Poem

When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR

When I’m done, I’m done
There is no happiness, no fun.
Won’t let it make me sad
Just know without you won’t be so bad.
It’s horrible though
If you ignore what inside, you know.
When glad times fade away
When there is nothing left to say.
The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore
The anticipation now has turned to a bore.
You can and should still carry on, go ahead
You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.
If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,
Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.
Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?
Not me, not you , not ever.

Poem

Nothing New This Way Comes, By MwsR

How can one talk about the “new”

When my heart still is fighting loving you.

Where can one put this all behind,

All years that were so unkind

Never starting anything

Because of losing almost everything

To say I learnt from being blue

That is the only thing I think that’s true.

Shattered are all those years, of mine

Sacred, was never those tears that I cried

Humble has always been the way to be

Scarred was the love you seldom gave to me.

New Year, same tears

New beginnings, same fears

A twisted justice is my restraint

Walking all over someone, it ain’t

New to who, I have no ideal

I just know these feelings of mine are real.

Here’s to more, missing you, but not

Hoping you’d come, but wishing you’d stop

Dreaming things would be different and change some way

But knowing in my heart, that’s not how this game is played.

And so it’s cheers to the believers, the hopeful, and the humble

The ones who show you how to be real loving

The ones who walk the path seldom trod

Just to make someone else, better than not.

Happy doesn’t seem the appropriate wish

But,” Long live the strong”, is.

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It seems by looking in from the outside no one really knows anything.
It can be way different from the perspectives that onlookers have than from the inside reality.
Walk with a soft step when approaching someone. We never really know what path they have walked themselves before we arrived.
So much impact people’s lives. So much can happen to change things.

MwsR❤️