Christmas Bliss…MwsR
The smell was oh so familiar
Flashes in my mind
Smells of sweet potatoes, Turkey and fixings
The business of the Holiday
All the Christmas decorations array
Wrapping and taping
Cutting and straightening
Times that made your heart glow
Spending it around people you know
It was a good time
It was a long time ago
My mind won’t let me forget
What my heart knew and felt
I will long remember it all
And cherish it and share it
Christmas bliss…Christmas meanings
Merry Christmas it was indeed.
Tag: Poem
Poem
Two of You, by MwsR
Daggers are not as sharp as your own tongue
Both able to inflict pain and a hurtful blow
THIS I personally know.
Sometimes I think you are a double person
How else can you hurt me and yet love me so much.
You could have a disorder or such, just a hunch.
Sometimes I feel that you’d like me to disappear
To leave you and other times, I feel so wanted and loved
How can both things reside in someone so beloved?
Times when you mumble and think it’s okay
Are often the times I have asked for your help
But somehow the need is overshadowed by your relentlessness, yep.
You act like it is a chore to help me out
You see no reason to have to do things like that, you’d swear
Yet at other times, you are so Devan ere
I am never really sure which you I’ll see
Guess it probably depends on me
Or at least what you think of as fair and justified, not agony
Isn’t it funny how people show one side yet there’s another?
One you’d show when convenient or in certain circumstance
And another that might be selfish or takes a stance.
Critical skills are needed to stay strong
When you feel you don’t belong
Or when another does you wrong
Else you would wallow in pity and sadness
Embarrassed by the affections you gave to another
Your heart, you lent to them to be together
STILL, don’t feel individualized, you aren’t
You just felt what was in your heart.
You cannot help if there are two of them
But you must show them the one you want
Or deal with both like a psychic deals with a haunt
Straight to the point, and so things go back to normal.
Poem
A Craft Without The Glue, by MwsR
In the bleakest moments, I am close to you
I feel the weight of this pain starts to ensue.
Was I just a craft without any glue?
Am I supposed to fall apart with every single hand
Or am I just suppose to fall wherever I may land?
Is this your masterful plan?
Why is it in the sunlight you can see
All the dimensions that make up the “Me”?
Why not at the moment of thought or creation?
Because I am so much more than people’s imagination.
I exist because of you
I was created to serve a purpose, It’s true.
Without the glue I will not mend me
Without the help, I will not straighten up when I bend, you see?
I do have good days where I am all together or appear to be
But I am a master at fooling those who choose to believe.
It is easy to take a look and draw your conclusions
Maybe it is a memory or your own drawn allusion.
When approaching. use caution, not to access what is based on your own bias’s
Once you can get familiarized with all the pieces
It should be easy and then your mind eases.
Feeling like a craft without any glue forever
And wishing I had helped to get it together.
Poem
So Antiquated by MwsR
The room can get cold
Even with its familiar ways
Too little effort can be given any time of day
Voices repeat what they’ve heard before
Time to close the chapter on the open door
Rest for the body
Repeat for the mind
Nothing is ever too gentle or too kind
Life stops for only short brief pauses
Then it falls back in line
There can be so much push from behind
Strangely things will appear
First in a moment of silence, then through the tears
Have we not lived to love?
Has our hearts not been enough?
Tranquil, thinking for a spell
We all pretend, we know how to so well.
No judges, because there are no saints
Just people who live life, so quaint
Forgetting the struggles for a mere measure of time
But still, they are not blind
They just chose the path
Stay away from the wrath
And swallow happiness like they swallow air
It soaks into their skin,
Ever so often.
Poem
Inescapable Knot by MwsR
Been thinking about you from dusk to dawn
Wishing we could talk again, all evening long.
You came into my life at such an impressionable age
Showed me how to dream while in a most imaginable state.
I wonder often if I cross your mind
Leaving you breathless while not being far behind.
I carry you around like a clown carries his props.
Never letting you go for fear my heart would drop,
Or my heartbeat stop.
There are times I swear I hear your words
If I told that to certain people they’d think me absurd.
But it’s true and deep
And follows with every heartbeat.
You changed my mind, filled my soul
Like frost that is inseparable from the cold.
One blink I feel I might lose sight
While holding you in my heart so tight.
A dream, I think not
Just an inescapable knot.
Poem
Some people want to be near to their family, but can’t. People who wish more than anything things were different, those same people desire to belong.
Don’t forget your blessings, pray for those who are struggling today and every day, just to be asked to be in someone’s life.
Count your blessings
Remember life isn’t guaranteed. Get over past judgments and hurts or feelings that keep you from receiving blessings.
When Thanksgiving Changed by MwsR
The day has always been celebrated without your presence
The talk never has included you
But when it’s mentioned, it’s of course blamed on you.
No verbal request for you to attend
No reaching out to you to try and heal or mend
It’s okay to point fingers at you
Even though it’s okay to assume.
If you were meant to be there
There’d be no doubt left in the air
You’d feel that, right?
No need to fuss or fight
Instead, Thanksgiving changed
When no one spoke your name
When life without you was expected
Needless to say, the lack of effort, feeling rejected.
When Thanksgiving changed you weren’t there
Even though you wanted to be, you wanted them to care
You wanted to be included more than in a passing thought
It was belonging that you sought.
Go ahead and pass the blame
Don’t let it change anything
But when this old life nears its end
Maybe then…
Poem
It Takes A Believer…..MwsR
Swirling around, somewhere it rests
Only to be awaken
Inconsistent messages start their quests
Only the impact remains
Friends that promised forever
In good times and in bad
Calling only whenever
Forgetting as usual
A family that wandered off into the abyss
Just secretly hid is all
It is not them but their promises you miss
It’s the ones they kept
Memories can anchor or sink us
That’s why there are life preservers
Blood that’s common
Actual connection that’s not
Words are not what we build upon
But actions are
Struggles teach us
Books don’t prepare our hearts
Words followed by fusses
Sink the deepest
Chances to take
If only you’re willing
Come to each daybreak
Ourselves to lead into
The first won’t ensure the beginning
But the end will signal you
At the end or leading,
It takes a believer to start
Soul by MwsR
I fear I may crumble
My pulse gets weak
The older I get,
The less sleep.
My mind goes to the afterlife
The one no-one can hide from
The one which no-one can escape
Oh! the chances one must take.
Time will silently or abruptly stop
Perhaps time is a stranger of things
Not knowing and in between the knowing of things
Battles are inward and hidden
Those who struggle in silence protrude loud as ever.
I often wonder which way is really right
Eternal peace for us, who on earth battle
A fiery place for those with lavish lives?
Lavish lives meaning they think only of themselves
Those who struggle have given their selves away
When darkness becomes your only solace
There is nothing that can enlighten you
When foes are your only companion,
What is left?
As much as simplicity is my desire
A life without chaos is lonely
Keeping all your inner joys, your inner sadness hidden
Hoping that someone will take notice
Each thought leaves as it comes
Unless they are submerged with behaviors
Do you think me to be mad?
So what, I am the one living my life
I am the one whose fears dominate me
I am the hopeful one retched and forgotten still
Leave me to be who I must
In order to disguise it all
to cope with each circumstance the way I do
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