Angst by MwsR
Just A Moment In Time. by MswR
The passing of the tap water over your fingers,
Each sound that’s listened to as you try to sleep.
Time is not ours to keep.
The smells you remember,
Talks on the phone,
Mostly it’s the times you’ve spent alone.
The opening of a new chip bag,
All the anticipation
Without the slightest frustration.
Mind murals I reflect on,
Things from a life that have come or gone.
Searching not one but all,
Passing someone down a hall.
Eating the best food,
Saving nothing for later,
It was a pleasure that did matter.
A favorite movie scene over and over,
The same joke told a thousand times,
The look in the mirror at a thousand lines.
It’s simple yet quick,
Effortless yet worth working for,
Our moments in time for us to savor once more.
Separate Ways, Worlds Apart, by MwsR
You are there
I am here
You want this
I want that
Thinking first has never been your thing
Acting first is what you bring
Hoping has been my for’te
But you think that’s a waste of a day.
I agree to disagree
But you get angry with me
I wait for you
You walk right through.
Endless work for you
Not for me, that makes me blue.
Giving up is your easy answer
Mine is to dance instead of joining the clamor.
Used to be us
Instead, it is refuse to discuss,
Standing apart
Instead of sharing one heart.
Separate ways now we concede to
Worlds apart , no me with you.
What used to be, is no more
There is nothing that can give back, what was lost
I feel as if the coldness, has permeated a lot.
No heroic saving is heading my way
Things that were placed in my path are poignant and often, I am afraid
Was this the comeuppance for my love? Do I hold the actual heart grenade?
I see others with circumstances, as such is my own
They often wander about in frantic motion and sometimes head back, home
I wonder how they cope, how they make it, being back there, again
Is this possible for myself, to do the same?
Am I the only one playing in this stupid game?
Did I, in my own infinite wisdom of pain,
Arrange a game
One I play alone, one that has no meaning
Or are the real players the ones who are deceiving?
Twisted up in thoughts of what might had been
It keeps me replaying this, over and over again.
Like I would ever have any willpower at all
To quit being in this sort of game where one only falls.
Even if I was the one who created it,
I cannot understand nor see a way to quit.
If I am merely a pawn in this game, shame on the players for treating me like a nit wit.
Win or loose I must make sense of it all
Before time actually runs out, y’ all.
Oh the stresses I have,
Though still God blesses.
I fall down beneath the weight
Yet narrow is the path for us to go through
He holds me up
When I am weak
Grateful for his abundance of things
Even though I don’t deserve it.
It’s yours too if you chose.
Real by MwsR
Just like a song
You’re playing your life
All wrong.
Never happy
Never satisfied
No, I’m not being sappy!
In an instant
Your life here was no more
That day you were persistent.
You chose to run
I tried to stop you
But it had only just begun.
A hole inside me
Where once you were
Your choice, you see.
Moving on
Staying still
A different pawn
Choices we make
Can bend us or be all too much
Try being real now…not fake.
Standing in decisions
Means getting dirty sometimes
Stitching up a life means first cleaning the incisions.
Sometimes it’s in following dreams
You forget to fix the holes
Never fully fixing it, it seems.
Let the rest of it
Be real, not a mimic
So you’ll have a life you fit.
Matter of Time….
When your rainbows carry with them shadows
And those weeping days
Keep creeping towards your way
Choose a different perspective
No need to stand still and be unreflective
Give your heart another beat
Follow better paths with your own two feet
Let those Shadows dance
Let your weeping come and go if given a chance
It is par for our course, in this life
But we don’t have to be wounded by life’s knife.
Different goals, perhaps
Different matters, an occasional relapse
It is okay
It will all pass, one day.
Believe in good things again
It is only a matter of time, my friend.
MwsR❤️
Where Flowers Of Our Mind Bloom….by Michelle WSR
There is a place
Somewhere still to be found
A place where joy and love still abound.
There is a beauty so splendid
A peace and restorer of your soul
Where water springs up from a hole.
The noise you hear, you connect with
It’s not harsh or mean
It’s felt in the heart and cannot be seen.
There you will find only help,
Not dangers that rob you of living,
Just fortified help that gives just to be giving.
While there you will feel better
There will not be worry or pain
They’ll be no hurry to flee the place or go insane.
Our life is a reflection, some of the time bad
But sometimes, just sometimes it’s not
You’ll know when you find the spot…
Where flowers of our mind bloom🌺.
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