Back then people took meaningful somethings, Pictures that said something about who was in them. It was the talk of the moment, when someone spied a photo album. People displayed photos like the circus displayed it’s performers. Photographs were usually black and white but that never changed their sparkle. In many pictures you’d have relatives all ages and in all manners of dress. People would reconnect or recollect times, the places, and the faces…
Just Look It has been thereAlways hasMaking me cryLetting you laughNever did anyone seeWhat it was that was hurting meEmpty complimentsJust to save “face”But inside, a very dark place…
It Surrounds Me I wish my life would just let me be I smother underneath it’s grasp that surrounds me The many times I could not count on my two hands If there was a stack it would take a million rubber bands No one can measure the uneasiness I feel
Change, by MwsR When the time comes that you reflect over your life and the things you’ve done Will you see someone smart or someone dumb? Those things you thought were fin The things that you swore hurt no one. Were they worth it? Were they proper or were they like that of a nitwit? … Continue reading Excerpt from my book, “Heart Stones”
I wrote this poem as I was thinking about my biological family. Since being adopted, they were always on my mind, so much so, I would spend many of my days wanting to run out and find them. MwsR Urge The sudden urge to just go Following through On an intuition, that inside you grew … Continue reading Excerpt From my book, “Heart Songs”
This poem that I am going to share is about the times when perhaps you cross another’s mind. It basically is saying that if you don’t care, don’t think about me.
I was shunned by my own family, after many years of conflict, many years of them looking the other way, yet finding ways to make my home life miserable.
I love this “matter of fact” poem. It is one of my own favorites.
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