Category: Writings

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 things into an 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.

Tammy~

Tammy was an awkward girl, to say the least. She had transferred to another school, this one, after the school year had already started. She was nice enough, always had a smile on her face. When she would come into the classroom, she liked to carry on conversations with the teacher of the class.They really had no point of discussion, but she felt the need to do so. I think she liked the teachers way better than any of us students. She was rather tall for her age, encumbered with her skinny frame. She was polite and talked with a sort of accent, one you did not really hear much around these parts.

She joined the drama club, the choir, and the debate team at school. I rather thought all these suited her quite well. She was not one of those students that you expected to be popular, since she hardly felt the need to clamor in the various types of school groups. She kept to herself when she was not doing something required for school or in class. I can say I did not know hardly anything about her but when she joined the cheerleading squad, for which I was a part of, I started to get more curious. I would strike a conversation with her ever now an again. Nothing really important but rather a kind of hello. We would laugh at things that we both found funny and that is where we began to start a life long friendship.

I would often hear the other girls in school make fun of her, and often they misjudged her. As I said, she was awkward. Not being the typical kind of girl who all they cared about were boys and makeup tips and fashion, Tammy was more into real life. She loved things. often that made her appear to the person who did not know her, like an older person. If you were blindfolded you would have thought her to be an adult, not a teenager. She had the demeanor of an older person if you can understand what I mean. So the younger petty girls at school never really understand or cared to understand her. Except for me. I really thought it took some kind of character to be a different person and to not be ashamed of it. I know she knew kids were making fun of her and I know it hurt her feelings. Either she was too proud to show her hurt feelings or she was clever enough. All it would take would be her letting go of her feelings and then some kids picking up on it and tormenting her for it.

I sometimes felt like it was my own personal job to make her not feel so ostracized. I really hated the thought of someone so genuinely good, getting hurt or mistreated. This is why we became such good friends. I had empathy and she had character and genuine kindness. She was so misjudged. She was the kind of friend who would come in and fight for you, call you when you are feeling blue, or simply make you laugh. I am glad we became friends. Out of others mistreatments of her, something real and good came, our friendship. We have been friends for so long, it has been well over 30 years.

Never mistreat another human being! They deserve love and kindness just like anyone else. Sure, we all have our quirky side and different opinions and such, but we all are human.

If you take the time to get and know someone, you will see a different side to them, maybe one you will like.

Stop being so judgmental and artificialin your thoughts. Some of my best friends were misjudged and mistreated, all because they were different.

This planet is big enough for us all to be equally treated.

Thanks for reading!

MwsR

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The Dandelion

Misjudged and neglected, she somehow, continued to grow. No one saw her, which is why she survived. “The world can be a scary place”, she thought to herself. Every day she was walked upon and still managed to live. Her life was one of loneliness in a world of beauty. Not known for her looks or the benefits she could bring to anyone, she remained important to a select few. If only, people could see something more than her outer self.

She often felt the breeze, on a spring day and listened to the chirps of the birds, flying overhead. This was a life with much to offer someone, if only they could see as she did. She did not have long to live but she made sure to enjoy the little things. This is something people could learn from her. If only they would stop and take notice.

Somehow, she knew within herself how important she could be and that was enough to help her keep going. One day after the next, she would master enough strength to face the challenges of the day. No one in her corner but herself.

One day, she started changing. She knew that her time on this earth was coming to an end. Oh, how she wished someone wanted her before it all ended. Then one day, she was noticed by a person who needed her. This person needed to feel important, too. The person told her of the things that she needed most in her life. The things were simple. To be cherished, loved and noticed for who they were, this was because the person never had anyone feel that way about her.

Oh, how she understood what this person was saying to her. It was almost like that person wanted the same things as her. With a soft gentle blow, the person sent her wishes into the air…

That person needed her, as much as she needed them.

Both of them got their wishes, in the end. Maybe wishes can come true. If you believe.

MwsR ❤

Segments, In Our Lives

Things that were worth saying

People we intended to keep staying

Digested insults and salutations

Working one moment for a limited time

People who were not worth a single dime

Hints of yesterdays in the background

Displays of misplaced loyalties around

By -gones that went out bittersweet

Promotions given for concerted effort

Simple but complicated arrangements

No rhyme or rhythm, without a tune

Busting your rump to get ahead, soon

Paths and journeys

Beginnings and pasts

Front and last

Hope and Despair

These are the segments in our lives.

Where one most survive.

MwsR ❤

Presence, poem

I have visited your grave, many times

Not in actuality but in my mind.

Seeing the graveside flowers, and studying them so

The people in the photos, the ones I know

Sometimes, we don’t actually have to be present

To feel such a presence.

Life went on without you in it

People adapted, things changed, from it

But something for me was magnified,

I never realized it, and how it applied

Here I was mourning the chance of never meeting you

Yet I did, it is true

I was held by you, once

I was loved by you, and heard your voice

No, it did not last for my lifetime, but it did in yours.

You once held my hand,

Heard me cry,

I have struggled with this, I don’t know just why.

You knew me, I knew you not

I have such a huge heart knot

I will wish until my dying days

To had known you, in all ways.

Until then, I will revisit your grave

The one in photos, the place where you lay.

Studying the people and flowers so

Sometimes, we do not have to be present

To feel someone’s presence.

MwsR ❤

Blue~ Some Background

Birth~ and beyond

Blue was adopted. She knew the family that adopted her was her biological relatives. Her Aunt adopted her and she was being raised alongside her (cousins) a brother and sister. She had no idea of her birth mom or that she had a biological sister. This would take until she was an adult to find out.

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Blue was the middle-aged child in the family dynamics. She was freckled faced and blue eyed. She was petite in stature and had light brown hair. She had a birthmark on her left side of her neck, it ran under her chin and onto her chin just a dab. She often felt self-conscious of it and would hide it with turtle neck shirts and collared shirts. She was somewhat a tomboy but loved getting dolled up and made pretty, too.

Blue was shy and often she felt awkward at talking to others. She was rather popular and outgoing at school but not around adults. She sometimes had many questions but remained silent. She would much rather talk to the birds and creatures, then any human. Reserved and guarded she would sometimes carry on conversations with an adult, but usually, she just listened with a curious ear.

Blue was great at singing solos and in her school choir. She felt that singing was one of her gifts in life and often sang in her church choir, as well as her schools choir. Sometimes she would sing for the congregation during Sunday services. This brought her much peace and made her feel accomplished and appreciated. She always said, she was better at singing than talking.

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Often, Blue would go out of her way to make someone feel good and she often would extend a conversation to the kids at school whom others would make fun of. Blue was caring and thoughtful to those whom she saw being mistreated or ostracized. This was just because blue carried empathy for others. She knew all the feelings of being left out, sad and hurt…

Blue’s father that had adopted her was not a good dad. He would look at Blue like something other than a daughter. He would come to be the reason Blue distrusts people and has a hard time believing what they say. No one in Blue’s life hurt her as bad as her dad. Her mother was someone Blue loved dearly, but in time her mother would find it hard to have a good relationship with Blue. Her mother had many demons of her own and often sheltered or tried to control Blue to the point that Blue never felt safe. Her mother knew about her dad’s issue and gave a blind eye to them. This would hurt Blue tremendously and ultimately ruin their relationship.

Blue never felt safe at home. She felt a prisoner in her own family’s house. She was not allowed to go outside and play often times, because her mother was afraid someone would kidnap her. She would often go spend the night with a friend and see how a normal family acted. Blue had a hard time understanding all that would go on in her home. Blue never gave up hope for a better life, a better kind of healthy love, and a life that would bring her blessings and a family of her own.

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Please follow along in the stories of Blue.

To be continued…

One does not what one will do until they find themselves in a particular situation.

Blue


    Weight of Burdens, poem

    Trudging day in till nightfall

    Heavy burdens encircle me

    Wanting desperately to lay it all down

    Never much to relieve the weight from me

    Have forgiven my own self a hundred times, or more

    Just wanting to feel free

    Feel free for the weaker me

    For the me I could not be

    But nothing breaks my burdens

    Nothing…

    For now.

    MwsR❤️

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