In The Storm by MwsR
Amid the storm,
I can find shelter
My ears cannot keep from hearing the thunder.
With eyes I see the power
And know something greater is out there,
I can feel the rain that’s in the air.
Although it is greater and stronger than me
I can rest assured I will be alright
Even if it keeps me up at night.
For as great as a storm can be
It will not last forever, for me.
I will continue after the storm has past
Mighty it may be at the time, it will not last.
Someone asked me to write my story
It would never be a simple story to tell
Too many undertones and whispers
Too many foes that wished me hell.
A true blue would had never been written into my story
The lines that would of been left for that, would not exist.
So many times the plot of my chapters would be changed
I would be the villian in one chapter
And in the next I would had been the victim.
For chapters and chapters my story would have had changes
In real life , I searched for happiness over my pain
Waited often for that true blue
But sadly no one came to fit into those shoes
Each individual I encountered and lived with
Would of written their own versions of my story
In it I am sure they would had been heroes or protectors
At least that is what they told me and themselves.
They only wanted what was best,
But their best gave me no rest
Their best caused me anguish and pain
They pierced through my heart and went straight to the vein
Suddenly as if I would of known
I had to leave that chaotic home
My innocent was gone
But I proved I could make it, on my own
But nothing was ever the same.
My true blue later came
I married him.
He was the reward and I was the grabber
Showing me all the time what a true blue looks like
How they will stay and fight
For those they hold dear
And the things that mattered, all these years
His love is sufficient, his touch is the glue
I am so thankful my story will have a true blue.
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Outside my window,
Life passes by
I watch it each day
To take a look,
Connects you somehow.
Things and nature are moving
They have things to do
You can go look outside your window too!
Usually the wind is slightly blowing
There is music in the movement of it all
Not one thing is pretending
This is real life
Life that needs to be noticed
Things will eventually die
Take the opportunity
Seize the moments
Outside my window
I find I am merely a speck
In a big world.
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An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of night
Warmth of my Life
Jacques prevert
From “A Book of Love Poetry” Jon Stallworthy
You, by MwsR
There you are, in all your armor
Throwing daggers into open windows.
You care not for settling things
Or giving opinion to the heartache that you bring.
Why must one settle just to have you?
Like you would care, if that could ensue.
I don’t think much of the things that were told
Just your lack of concern and what made you so bold?
Worthless are the words,
Deliberate the actions, all of it absurd!
Spite can be given in foolish attempts
Smothered by someone’s contempt
Would had suited you better to run away
That is how cowards try to evade.
The hurt that you caused sank deep into the fibers
Nothing will ever be able to get those out.
I hope being satisfied made you a hero in your world
Because you can’t be anymore to us.
Your actions have consequences and reactions
Your time without any blame is gone.
Go ahead tell yourself it wasn’t you
But our whole family knows it isn’t true.
Blame another is you want
You’ll be the one who has to live without,
We surely won’t.
The thought of you brings sadness
Hopefully we all can escape this madness!
Smile,
By MwsR
She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she felt sad and intense.
She walked, not into a new day
Yet she ran into chaos from every which way.
Her heart had let her down,
Still, her mind would not let her drown.
She cried, not really for letting others down
They were not the reasons she carried a frown.
She wished that she could just run away
Yet nothing made her demons stay at bay.
The dreams and wishes she once had
Now, they only make her sad.
She smiled to keep up the pretense
But what she needed was immense.
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Stops For A While, by MwsR
When a heart weeps it seems it stops for a minute or two
Sometimes it feels forever when it is about you
I often wonder why or how
But that’s not answered now.
You can only give until time or fate has changed
Sometimes it never comes, often things get rearranged.
Sad is my heart, weeping inside
Sometimes it stops for a minute or two
Often it’s when I think of you.
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Are we ever really sure… by MwsR
Sometimes things are too much
Too much for us to handle.
Sometimes we are like a clasp on a shoe
Easy to work but with not much forethought.
Sometimes we can fail to work
To serve our purpose.
When clasps don’t work any longer we replace them with another one.
Clasps serve one purpose, they are to hold things together,
To keep things from separating.
Sometimes we lose the intended purpose.
Too often we just see this one thing…
When there are many more all around us.
If we were meant to only have one clasp or better yet given one clasp to last…
What care we would have taken of it!
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