Category: Writings

Forever Remain/ poem share

 

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When the night seemed so long

I thought it’d never end

I trusted not in fate

But to the God I know.

I asked in prayer, more than not

To heal my mind and take away the rot.

My hope was so strong back then

Oh to have that much, once again.

My tears were as constant as my dreams

I often wished for better things

Sadness made a permanent home

In my heart where broken would roan.

Betrayal of the sacred kind

Took my joy and I wished myself to be blind

Trying hard always to not see

The things for the real way, it was for me

Others dream and wake from their dreams

I never fully have, it would seem

Always still, a little hope

Maybe myself is playing a stupid joke.

I guess I will try to keep what is left

And move on and make the best.

Often though, I still feel the deep pain

Knowing despite my trying, it will forever remain.

MwsR ❤

Poem About Diabetes/Poem Share

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Diabetes

You so suck!

Figuratively  and literally

Oh what you have taken from me!

I wish there was a place where I could exchange you

Where I could choose whether or not to renew you.

I hate having you by my side 24/7

You make my food choices react to my body

Everything I do revolves around you.

I hate that sweets have become a focal point,

Where as they never seemed to be.

I do not like having to take shots, daily.

I hate all the medicine that comes with having you

You know if you were a person, you would be considered selfish.

If you were a choice, no one would ever pick you.

Everyone despises you and yet you still are around.

Wrecking hopes and dreams and leaving despair to be found.

I shutter to think what advances you will bring to my being

What things you are planning behind the exterior of my body

What is it that you aim to accomplish?

I tend to believe you care nothing about me.

In fact if I was a betting person, I would stake it all on that thought.

Look at the conditions on my own life you have brought.

You suck, you are a thief,

I wish you would leave and bring me relief,

Diabetes, go and never come back

I just want to live without losing a limb or two

A life, my life, was given to me, not you!

MwsR ❤

Preserve/Poem share

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Thoughts that I can’t explain

Words that in my heart remain

Glimpses of things I do not know

Where on earth do spirits go?

Often time I rest and ponder

Things that no one else must wonder

I often think I might be insane

All the things that clutter my brain

Resolutions ones that I seek

Make my body feel so weak

For trying hard to understand

Why there is something , I must rebuke and reprimand

Faultless are my indecision

Too much so, I feel unjustly imprisoned.

I wonder if I will lose my peace

Trying to remain humble and remain in one piece.

Who knows what tomorrow will pose

For surround by friends and as much so, foes

I shall try to stay within my own self

To preserve what is left.

 

 

 

 

My poem/ Strings

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Scared

By MwsR
You held the power once,

The very thing I needed you could not give me.

The power you had been something nightmares were written about.

It’s like you were possessed,  definitely obsessed.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…

I was absolutely scared of you back then.
Each weekend went the same

You was out to assert your will.

I was an unwilling participant, but it did not matter.

The hurt, the doubt, you cast my way, it crippled me.

It showed me how in my adult world, not to be.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…

I used to be absolutely scared of you back then.
Now it seems life has reinvented itself for me.

I am loved by some and that seems to keep me above the pull of your memories.

I receive the love I dreamed of, to have from you back then.

Stronger, I am.

Hurt, I’ll always have.
The effort it took for me to be a good person, now, should clue you in…

I am not scared of you anymore, but perhaps you are the one who’s scared, now.

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Broken…by MwsR

There is a something that happens to us

Something that happens when in people we trust.

It comes with a great risk and great pain

Leaving on our hearts a great stain.

When things go south as they often do

It’s not the good that leaves us feeling so blue.

It’s the trust that we gave to someone

The naked feelings we shared with that one.

Only to find we have hurt ourselves

By mistaking their motives.

Or we simply try to be open

In the end though it is us that get broken.

Knife/ Poem share

Knife

By MwsR
An old familiar song playing on the radio

Makes me recall things that I had forgotten.

Like a bad odor makes you aware that something has become rotten.
Stares from recognizable faces

That look suddely, then turn away

Takes me back again into those childhood days.
Words with strong deliverance and demeanor

Those are the ones that I remember the most.

Just like a parasite that infects its host.
Nothing like those pain filled days

Where my last choice was just to leave.

I felt like a prisoner just granted a reprieve.
In one childhood I was made

In those minutes, hours, and days

I found time slowly pays.
If in this life all you are is based on the actions of others,

You will never really have a life.

Don’t let your memories be the knife.

Broken Smile/ Poem Share

Broken Smile

Some days are alright

But some are still a struggle and a fight

Night time is the only escape

From a world that won’t separate.

There is a seldom “Hello”

Sometimes from a person you don’t know

You look at them and give them a smile

That happens to last only a little while.

In a matter of pretense

You try to escape when things are intense,

But that broken smile

Stretches farther than a country mile.

It is not for real

It is  a way you deal.

Broken smiles can be contagious too,

People will return one back to you.

Whenever you need

It will be there indeed.

Broken smiles are smiles that want to be happy

Or at least the thought that of what could be,

I know it happens to me.

MwsR ❤