By MwsR
Two stones, similar yet different
Their start comes the same way, their paths differ
Different paths, yet similar lives
Waiting to be carried or directed in another way.
They don’t know where they’ll end up
Yet hopeful, they stay strong
Only wanting to find where they belong.
Paths they travel are not going to cross each others all the time
But time keeps them mesmerized by the same desire
One day at the end, after all has been
They will finally get their last ”hoorah”
Their journey, done at last.
And they forever know their place.
Why…by MwsR
It can hurt,
It’s unbearable for sure
The heartbreak one individual has to endure.
Sudden it can come
The very thing we find ourselves running to escape
That part of life that becomes our fate.
Turning a corner
In search of relief for just a while or two
If you don’t find it soon it will tear you into.
Putting faith in things that don’t matter
Things that are useless and void
Instead of being smart and unmoved we let ourselves stay annoyed.
Why must we let our own selves down
When we don’t need to, ever.
We can’t live like this forever.
Peace.✌✌..for you
When you’ve done the best you can
And never shamed another man
Peace is yours.
When you’ve given to those in need
And in love, made them believe
Peace will be yours.
When in the wrong you’ve apologized
And are able to learn from others being agonized
Peace shall be yours.
When at your knees you humbly fall
And risking ridicule for it all
Peace should be yours.
When others leave you
And yet you stay true
Peace is inside of you.
Peace there is nothing more needed in our lives.
It
by MwsR
It walks with me,
Grabs hold gently.
Used to be like someone caged me
Sometimes it lets me free.
I carry it through conversations,
Long walks and family invitations.
I put it to rest each night
Only to see it sometimes at first light.
Like shoes go on our feet,
It has a place, a name like a street.
When I revisit with my past
It is durable and there as if to last.
Familiar turf and strategic game
There is a part that will always remain.
Not everyone knows about it
Not everyone sees each little bit
The best one it possibly can be
It is the memory, the pain, the life, and me.
***A poem about abuse be it physical or verbal…..*****You don’t have to lay a finger on someone to hurt them.
It’s not Alright
By MwsR
It’s not alright to make a person cry
To make another person want to die.
You think you’re powerful but you are weak
One day you’ll lose that “winning streak”.
Another’s heart is not yours to break
There is so much more, know what’s at stake.
Don’t make yourself their biggest mistake.
Making someone regret the day they met you
Is an error against you it’s true.
People aren’t perfect you see
No one asks, “Come belittle me”.
Maybe it is not physical torture but what you say
Maybe it projects out your mouth day today.
If you can’t leave someone better than you found them at first
Then leave without an outburst.
A man is not to be treated like that
To be used as a doormat.
A simple rule of thumb…if you don’t want it, Don’t give it.
Life isn’t simple or fair
But don’t hurt another….don’t you dare.
Things have a way of coming back to you
Don’t believe me? But it’s true.
Choices…
Ah, there is so much to say about them.
Choices You Make by MwsR
Whether to go or to stay
Would you be better off anyway?
Knowing what you should do but choosing to ignore
Hope that one day you won’t be on the wrong side of the door.
Trapped in your own accord and deeds
Waiting for that perfect stage where you won’t bleed.
One way forward but ways that are different
Knowing it is where you will meet your intent.
Choosing to be careless
It will show that you’re reckless.
One day you won’t have a say
It will be on judgment day.
There are two judgments one on earth and one in heaven.
The one of earth can’t keep your eternal soul
But the one in heaven can and that’s where you want it to go.
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.
Mws R Writings 