Tag: hurts

Poem

Burden Me by MwsR

Working through the part of the past

Not seeking any trouble or for itoall to last

I’ve made demons from thoughts

Walked out when I should of halted

Excused bad behavior for premise of love

Took more than I should of because of blood

Things were construed and misrepresented

Parts of me were damaged along the way

Forgiveness came more easy than my own understanding

Fractured I created a new person

Little did I know about such things

More than not I had to keep dredging it all up

This was to preserve the newness in me

Sadly the old one never did leave

In a dream or sudden thought

All of my world seems to halt

I feel the tearing down and the crumbling weight

What would be the reason for it all?

Is it a great revelation that is to come

Perhaps something new will spring from

One’s life might make no sense

Things might get buried deep down and never leave

Parts gets broken and yet they will live on

Life is more than eloquent words or a song

It is the triumph of keeping on.

Hurts And All That, by MwsR

A seemingly nice morning,

Moving through mundane chores and so forth

You enter my mind

It is as if it all comes to a screeching holt.

I understand very little of what it is that perplexes my soul so.

Hurts and all that stuff that makes your day change.

Enjoying my favorite radio station,

Jamming with the artists and the tunes,

Feeling great and reminiscing about younger days

When those tunes were the first time played.

Then, it all changes

Because it takes me back to a torment of time

Hurts and all stuff like that.

Why must the best of days be chased away with the worries of tomorrow,

Have I not re-arranged my feeling so much, already?

I have gave up some of the best times

For the haunting presence of the worst of my life

For all those hurts and all that stuff that makes us or breaks us.

You Bring Me Rain, poem

Start of the day, it hits me

Like a ray of sunshine, only it is rain

The things I keep clutter my brain

Newness of the day is a mere distraction

There is no awakening from this, no retraction.

Soon as my eyes open, I can feel it

Like little beads that sting, upon my heart

If only I had been smart!

Maybe I could of prepared some,

Took shelter from those who cared, someone

Instead, when I awake in bed

I feel the rain

It kind of hurts like pain,

But it eases shortly after, insane.

Rain can be a life giver

It can keep something alive

Known this most of my life.

But, sadly it also brings me pain,

All the thoughts that I have hid in my brain,

Oh! This,

You bring me rain.

MwsR ❤

It Hurts

It hurts, but I can’t bleed

My own feelings, that I hold down deep.

Love I hold, keeps me a prisoner

Those with boldness, destructors

Hurts like a boil, mine

Festers up each time

No escape, no reprieve

Why am I the only one who can see?

Perhaps my curse, their will is my stone

Even here in my own home.

MwsR

It

It hurts

To be

It hurts

To be me

It hurts

To be me, even

It hurts

To be ne, even though

It hurts

To be me, even though it

It hurts

To be me, even though it shouldn’t.

MwsR ❤