Wings, by MwsR
Soft, beautiful and strong
Each right where they belong.
Complete dependence, one of another
To carry the load with each other.
Fluttering in a weightless, timely measure
Seeing this is truly a treasure.
Oh if we were wings
That would cause us to sing.
Just knowing that we are important and can do a great thing.
That we are right where we belong,
Soft, beautiful, yet strong.
Frozen
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it way down deep?
Or has it haunted you in your sleep?
You have become numb and changed
The pieces that were once limber are stiff.
Why is it that we stay on that frozen cliff?
Too many things have been affected
Your goals and your visions have become neglected .
It’s as if your own soul has been rejected.
You can no longer see clearly now there is a haze
You try to get back what time tries to erase
When in all actuality you cannot continue the chase.
Waiting for that one rock to knock you and shatter you into many pieces
Hoping that the Sun will warm you and bring you back to living
Where once breath was inside of you now you have nothing that’s giving.
You are frozen.
You are frozen in time.
You are frozen in time because you have grown cold.
No spark is left no flame will burn
Until this curse has risen
You need to realize what it is you have to give and how much more of your life you have to live, just listen.
You don’t have to be frozen
Time doesn’t have to freeze
You can avoid being cold…
The spark is there it will ignite the flame
The curse will rise and you shall remain
Like a storm from out of nowhere
Drifting away like a dream or stare.
More scattered than the grains of sand
But finding common ground to stand.
Troubles thicker than molasses
Smears that collect upon the glasses.
Too much sometimes
Too little I find.
Promises that prick you like roses
People that will leave you in droves.
Lies without guilt
Steamy words from upon their lips.
I’m insignificant
Though I feel transparent.
Walking always, somewhere
But heading nowhere.
Jokes are about me
But I’m not laughing, you see.
Thoughts are for the things that matter
Not for hearts to shatter.
But can’t make it go
Can’t, you know?
Life and love intermingle
Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.
Forward just one time
Backwards, when it tries to unwind.
Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts
MwsR
Consumes Me
When in the dark I rest my spirit
I find there is no bliss,
Just time to heal the damage that’s been done
Time for me to escape the “feel”.
When you are a prisoner to the world of words and feelings
There is no real release.
Instead every ounce of your being is consumed and tortured
Just like a prisoner waiting for his sentence to be handed down.
I rest but, yet I am still tortured
Tempted by the “why’s “and what “if’s”.
I don’t know how others do it,
Leaving things to settle and finally being free.
I think I will forever remain incumbered by these things that consume me.
MwsR ❤
Mother’s Day Blues
(My birth mom)
Like a gem, you were one of a kind
In my heart at least, and in my mind.
I never got to tell you things
Or even show you I could sing.
I wanted to know what was in you heart
I always did from the very start.
You were so significant to me
You were so significant to see.
Yes, in a way I am bitter and sad
But it is the way it is and that does not make me glad.
I wonder what your fears were and your dreams
I often think of very trivial things.
Like, you never got to see my inner heart
But that was always kind of hid, since we were apart.
If you had a favorite food, I would not know
See these are those trivial things I really can’t let go.
See these are those trivial things I really can’t let go.
Those things that you did, the things you knew.
The wishes you had,
Even the little things that made you mad.
I took for granted there would be time
There would be a chance for our hearts, yours and mine.
As I do every Mother’s Day and every day
I want to be able to have a chance to say,
I miss you, I really do, not in the way others thought of you
The way a child does when a piece of them is missing
When there is the one thing they grew up wanting and wishing.
The family says I look so much like you
I really think that is what I will always use to help when I am blue.
I wonder if the days had been longer and the time had not come so soon
Would I had finally got to know and love the real you?
F A L L I N G…
…Like leaves during a burst of wind on a new fall day
Too hurt though standing
With not much left to say
Thawing inside from the brutal words
That came from your frozen heart
Nothing can comfort the frost bite I have already
Is it too late, or am I not ready
Like dew that forms on a still blade of grass
I often see myself as coming up last
Trying hard though, in spite of it all
Helplessly wandering,
Never towering, but just very small
Like rain before a hurricane, I give a good effort
Even knowing that the storms will come
That is always a good beginning
At least, it is something
Oh, the things that plague me the most
They are the good intentions that sometimes go array
Falling to the wayside unattended
As if I had nothing left to say
Oh, if effort could really be all one needs
Things could certainly be different,
At least, for me.
MwsR ❤
It’s not alright to make another 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”
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 at best, against you, it’s true
People aren’t perfect, or don’t you see
No one asks, “Come belittle me.”
Maybe it’s not physical torture but watch what you say
Maybe it projects out from your mouth in a different way
If you can’t leave someone better than they were when you found them at first
Then just leave without such an outburst.
Man was not meant to be treated like that
To be used simply as someone else’s doormat
A simple rule of thumb should be, if you don’t want it back, don’t give it
Life isn’t just simple sometimes, 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 is true.
MwsR ❤
*** I changed the original content, that I first wrote.
Sometimes faint and sometimes fleeting spies
When they enter your heart like a big surprise
Tears can’t erase the echos that only you can hear
When it’s from the one you hold so dear
Some say they know
Some say to listen, hurts their hearts so
The hardest part is they are unpredictable
The flash feelings are so incomprehensible
To feel them surely will take courage
To keep wanting them as if to save them up in storage
Whispers of a person’s hearts company
They take root sometimes and resonate inside, you see
There is no reason or rhyme
Sometimes only lasting for a season, just like mine
Whispers of your heart, as well as your soul, and through all time
They can be yours and they will be mine.
MwsR ❤
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