MwsR Writings

A TIME, by MwsR

There comes a time to care, and a time to disappear.

A time to forgive, and a time to move on.

A time to cherish, and a time to learn from,

A time to accept and a time to reject.

A time to hope and a time to give up.

A time to be last and a time to be first…

A time to talk about, and a time to keep silent.

A time to walk away, and a time to stay.

There is only this one life!

Don’t allow yourself to be discarded.

Don’t allow yourself to be used, or hurt, just because someone forgot your worth.

Don’t allow your heart to be wasted on selfish individuals, spend that energy loving the ones who are there, standing by your side, and will love you.

Give that energy and love to a stranger in need of a person who is down and out, or feeling helpless.

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Advice from An Old Farmer

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.

Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.

Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.

Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

Don’t judge folks by their relatives.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

Live a good, honorable life… Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

Don ‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.

If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around..

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.

Most times, it just gets down to common sense.

Poem

When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR

When I’m done, I’m done

There is no happiness, no fun.

Won’t let it make me sad

Just know without you won’t be so bad.

It’s horrible though

If you ignore what inside, you know.

When glad times fade away

When there is nothing left to say.

The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore

The anticipation now has turned to a bore.

You can and should still carry on, go-ahead

You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.

If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,

Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.

Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?

Not me, not you, not ever.

MwsR Writings

THE Girl Who Felt Too Much…

By MwsR

Her day was never ordinary, instead, it was anything but. Her mind could carry her places no-one else knew that it could.

Her pain was like a birthright, literally and figuratively, despite how much her life constantly changed.

Was it just because of her, that things seemed to go wrong? Or could her lot in life be playing out little by little in every thought, word, and action?

She’d once dreamt of a beautiful life, with kids, happiness, and even seeing herself as a cherished and irreplaceable person but not anymore.

As a child, she enjoyed simple things. She could play in the woods forever, until dark. Never caring about what could be around a bush or what dangers there was awaiting. She just let her imagination take her to wondrous places, where she explored as a child.

I wouldn’t say she was a “tomboy”, but she could climb trees like a monkey. She would walk the creek behind her house almost every day, searching and exploring. The creatures she imagined were so nice and pleasant, in her mind. She didn’t know that the real world would prove to be way different. It is good she didn’t because she would have never left her room.

See in her teenage world there was glimpses of that real scary world, glimpses of things not so pleasant. Those would serve as a warning and she’d have to find her real-life courage instead of her childhood one.

Teenage years were more than she wanted at times, more than she could handle. While her friends had normal worries, stresses, or problems, she had much more complicated ones. The feelings she learned as a child, the innocent ones soon became clouded with different fears.

Her family was unusual if compared to a normal sense. Their secrets surrounded the family home. It was almost like seeing through a dirty window, things were distorted, you could say.

The family liked things that way though. At least No one would be able to see, see the people they really could be.

The girl who felt too much often tried to feel nothing. If she could manage that she’d of been perfect. Regardless of what she felt and needed she never quite could make herself disappear.

So being that she always felt a lot, dreamt a lot she never could create the places she dreamt of. She was stuck in a place she could not escape, at least not yet.

Adulthood was different in that she chooses to walk out of the chaos that had become her family home. There in her adult world, she found some strength, some peace, and some hope. Although the impact of her family home life, changed her, she allowed herself to stay in it. This was different than her teenage years because now she chooses to feel too much about what she wanted to. Whereas in her teenage years her feelings were null and void when it came down to it.

Here in the adult world that she is in she found, her smile again found new meanings and carried on through every day.

The impact of all the bad and confusion she had made her world around did change her. It hurt her, it followed her, and even though she tries not to she always feels too much.

MwsR Writings

Thoughts…. Entirely based on a few people’s treatments of others.

Have you felt discouraged by someone’s comment or by the way they make you feel when you’re around them?
Do you feel like they make jabs at you every time they speak to you?
I know from experience that there are people like this.
Sometimes I feel better not speaking to them at all. They think they know your situation enough to be condescending but they have no clue. It is hard to feel like you just never get good feelings from certain people.
Maybe if people could empathize more and be less quick to pass judgments or be critical in their thinking of you….the WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE!
Please quit being mean…harassing….and condescending….with others. You don’t know anything about their personal lives.
Pass love not an attitude.

Hostage To by MwsR

Struggling with uncertainties

Looking at all my frailities

Questions the strategies

Pondering all the negativities

Wondering if there are possibilities

I am hostage to.

Mingling with my enemies

Reaching for my legacy

Hiding my awful tendencies

Always looking for the penalties

My own body, mind, and soul’s felonies

Wishing for real serenity

I am hostage to.

Feeling inept showing my jealousy

Humming along with a melody

Things really affect me mentally

Having my own specialties

There is little rarities

The shadows have many enmities

I am hostage to.


MwsR Quote

Life is like a word search. What you search and find will have different meanings to you. Take time to learn something, reflect on the meanings,and concentrate on finding more.
MwsR

This By MwsR

Hardest ever, decision

Sadness is the infliction

Hesitant, because I’m sad

This decision will turn me mad.

Fearful, of life without him

Regret starts to set in.

This, is not fair

Others get to keep from getting their scar

I won’t not, to think about it

But I must eventually face it.

Where does your heart go

When it doesn’t know?

This!