Tag: life

MwsR Writings

There is a calmness after a storm.
It might take minutes…days…years before things look better. Yet right after the rain the flowers drink. The plants and trees are watered. Animals in the outdoors also find water to drink.
There are subtle things but important changes and much needed help that can come from a storm, be it in life as well as nature. Yes, there can also be fear and damage during a storm. Damage can take a while to repair or fix.
But you can’t deny the benefits.
Look at your storms…find the benefits also put much needed perspective into them.
You can’t have joy if you never experience a storm or two.

MwsR

Sometimes…by MwsR

Sometimes…

Changes come ’round so fast

Others take decade or more.

Sometimes…

We search frantically in all the wrong places,

Looking for what we’ve had all along.

Sometimes…

People do really mean what they say,

While there are others who believe a lie.

Sometimes…

Fate wakes you up, serves you crap, and leaves you to pay the tip.

And tip you always do.

Sometimes…

A person is blessed beyond measure,

Others are measured by their blessings.

Sometimes…

Things just end

Like this poem, my friend.

MwsR❤️

Like

Like a storm from out of nowhere
Drifting away like a dream, on air
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 should be for the things that matter
Not for hearts to shatter.
But can’t make it go
Can’t, you know?
Life and love intertangle
Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.
Forward just one time
Backward, when it tries to unwind.
Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts
MwsR

Poem By MwsR

Love, Life, and Caring
By MwsR

There are connections
Although subtle and yet uplifting things
Something that takes the bite out of the sting.
Warming inside the heart, they work
They come without a note or a gift
They’re felt in the heart’s path, when it needs a lift.
Cannot contain it,
For they’re not to be owned or kept
Not to be useless or did you forget?
We each have the opportunity to use these
Each day and till the end.
They are love and life and caring, my friend.

Paper and Pen~poem

Stead firmness can be found

Once,I did stand,on solid ground

Not anymore

My heart cannot find its footing

My feet cannot make a stance

Too much sand and water under them

Life Is full of hardships that have taken a toll

I’ve watched people come

I watched people go

Some of them really hurt me

Some of them I wish had stayed

Is this how my life is supposed to have been played?

Fighting the many who came for my soul

Prayers and dreams kept me afloat

Sometimes, the tide turned me over

I had to swim with everything that was in me

I grabbed at twigs or anything I could find

The twigs were those that listened

The swim was my struggle

The tide was those that took love from me and threw it away

Like in nature, all fight to survive

This has been me, in my life

Sometimes, I fought my own self

Sometimes I ran away

So many things I can remember that I never got to say

But that’s in the past

And I think I’ll leave it in my poems

In my writing, with paper and pen.

I’m sure you’ll hear from me again.

MwsR❤️

Life With Regret by MwsR

I may of been frailer

But my mind was strong

I held you off for so long.

The constant race,

Trying to hurry into my room

I felt like a mouse being chased by a broom.

My whole self changed when you were around

Often I sat down upon the ground

Begging for some kind of relief,

Someone to take notice and help me.

In the darkness of my room,

I swore that things would be different

With animosity, I often repented.

What was the reason again, that I was being blamed

I was not the one who brought upon all this shame.

Confused by the appeal

I often felt like my life was not real

Just used to torture my insides

Always in search of a place with which to hide.

You went about your life as if nothing was going on

But for me, mine was a tornado

The feelings came full force, and left behind broken and shattered.

No sense yelling for help,

Just a player in his game

Oh, to wish I never even knew his name.

A kid trapped in an adult world

That was me

Falling apart at the seams

Damage took its part of what was my heart

Never again though, I am too smart

Painful memories burst out every now and then

I have to put a nozzle on them

I must close them off

For if I don’t I would drown under the weight of it all.

Time cannot take those memories from me,

Things seldom are what we mean them to be

Effort is all some have left, in the fight

Of wrong verses right.

A life with regret.

Segments, In Our Lives

Things that were worth saying

People we intended to keep staying

Digested insults and salutations

Working one moment for a limited time

People who were not worth a single dime

Hints of yesterdays in the background

Displays of misplaced loyalties around

By -gones that went out bittersweet

Promotions given for concerted effort

Simple but complicated arrangements

No rhyme or rhythm, without a tune

Busting your rump to get ahead, soon

Paths and journeys

Beginnings and pasts

Front and last

Hope and Despair

These are the segments in our lives.

Where one most survive.

MwsR ❤

Weight of Burdens, poem

Trudging day in till nightfall

Heavy burdens encircle me

Wanting desperately to lay it all down

Never much to relieve the weight from me

Have forgiven my own self a hundred times, or more

Just wanting to feel free

Feel free for the weaker me

For the me I could not be

But nothing breaks my burdens

Nothing…

For now.

MwsR❤️

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