Imagine/Poem By MwsR

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Imagine you are just shy of turning 13

You are thinking of things you want to get for your birthday that’s coming up

A certain someone comes to you one hot summer day

They express that they like the way that you look

Explaining that you are beautiful and fill your sun suit  just right.

You feel weird inside,

Something in those words make you queasy

You feel a sense of running away.

Inside your head you are crying in fear

You know what he meant when he said what he said.

 

Imagine having to hide from your parent

Wishing they would go and never come back

The way that they talked to you, every move that they took

Made you so sick, you wanted to puke.

The torment you feel for being a female

For having grown up from an adolescent child

The unfairness of the whole thing

The wanting to tell someone but fearing the outcome

Wanting to disfigure yourself so you would look ugly

Because then he would be interested.

 

Imagine having to tell a person goodnight in the dark

Not having any way of escaping the grabs, the touches

Having to show respect to someone who should have none.

Being alone in a pitch black room,

Hoping he would fall asleep soon.

Screaming in your head while you approach him in his bedroom.

It was too horrible to explain

Too demeaning and hurtful in every way.

My abstinence helped me

Kept that ultimate stain away

But the efforts that he made towards me,

Have left me permanently “blind”.

 

Imagine being the only one who believed you,

Who helped you and did not give up on you.

That was me, myself and I.

I kept myself whole physically,

Although matters of my heart were damaged.

It is a terrible place to be

A place with so much vulnerability.

Never again,

At least not with me

That type of sin will not touch my heart again.

 

Imagine a world where things are as they should be

Where a person loves another in the right ways

Where no one gets hurt, no deed goes unpunished

Everyone can have total control of their life.

That is a world I want to live in,

A world where a kid can be a kid

Where everyone is loved genuinely.


Intermission/Poem share

INTERMISSION>

In the middle of the plot

Trying not to lose your spot

Having to take a break

Feeling the anticipation of returning

Working your way through the crowd

Seeking refreshment and a bathroom break

Thankful for this time because

You had to go.

Just like in life we need time to rejuvenate

To pick up our spirit and awake

We need moments like this

Time to separate

Time to work through our issues or rest from them

This is intermission for our soul and mind.

Even though life is important

It is  an intermission that  sometimes we need to take.

MwsR ❤

Today Is Bad Poetry Day, Ha ha

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I looked at my yahoo calendar today. On my calendar I have allowed notifications for Funny Holidays. So, when I opened it this morning, I found out it was “BAD POETRY DAY”. 

Imagine that!

Is there such a thing as bad poetry?  I guess so, if the grammar and spelling on it is atrocious.  However, I think all poetry, in any style , shape, or fashion, is not bad. It really is a personal preference I would say. So, in lieu of it being” Bad Poetry Day”, I guess I will try to write something to illustrate this funny holiday.




Bad Poetry

Enside us al is tha capabilitie  to fale,

It is en ennate ryte to mispel.

Whin we do we wyl be cratigued

Trust me, I can already cee.

If yur spel chek is knot working

Your peace of work will be baad

Arent u glad I reminded u!?

Now geet it ryte.




YEP, I think that about sums it up folks!

Happy Bad Poetry Day!

Michelle, aka MwsR ❤

Thinking Poem by MwsR

 

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If you see yourself the way others do

What would you see?

I think the key to true happiness does not live in that but in me.

 

If you heard what others say about you,

What on earth would they say?

Is there anything they would say , anyway.

 

What about how people treat you,

Do you treat others the same way too?

I think that is not right, doing something just in spite.

 

Poems are great and they can get points across

But how many times have they touched someone who is lost?

I think that’s good enough reason to write, don’t you?

MwsR ❤

Consequences/ Poem MwsR

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Each harsh word, chops away at another’s voice,

They cannot or will no longer talk to you.

All actions you do to get “back” at another,

Permanently bruises another’s pride.

Physical touch done in anger,

Replaces the love that was in another’s heart for you.

Taking no time to be with someone

Increases the chances that they won’t be available when you do.

Each demeaning comment you throw towards another

They will one day catch it and return it back to you.

With each action or word you give to another

Will in some way ,shape or form affect not only them but also you.

 

Much Needed/ MwsR

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In day-to-day living we often time forget

We do not cherish much the littlest of things

Often we are loaded down with work or daily tasks

That our joys are on the back burner.

Trying to keep a head of things we make plans

We set our calendars with things to do

When was the last time you planned for you?

 

In taking time to “smell the roses” we get rejuvenated

We replenish ourselves with some much-needed attention

Then we can keep on keeping on, are you following me, my friend?

The most important us we have is ourselves.

Without giving ourselves time or rest

We cannot truly give to other things our best.

Take this day to make yourself the focus!

MwsR ❤

Heart Extensions( totally made that up today) Poem by MwsR

 

3d-broken-heart-with-tears-tattoo-design Streaming, silent words that you wished you’d said

Thinking of what is worse in your head

Mixing a signal or two, wondering what to do

These are the times when you start to cry.

That is your heart extensions.

Crying is not for the prideful or to boast

Usually it is to summon your inner most

People see the hazed eye look, where you have tears

But little do they know those tears are so much more

Threatening to expose you for your feelings inside

No need to run, no need for them to hide.

There is nothing wrong with feeling blue

I have even cried a few times when I feel amused.

That is just your heart extensions that sometimes show

No problem with it, even if people know.

Be you, feel and release

Those heart extensions usually do that and give us converted peace.