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Poem

Need To Be Right, by MwsR

The unbearable need to be right

Has clouded your reality and has taken flight

It grows and feeds from the imaginations you create

The ones where you are the only one on the right side of the gate

Oh, if reality was like that

Maybe you prefer a gun instead of a ball bat

More destructive and permanent if you use that

Always more harm than protection

Please think about your reaction

If no one can assess things for the truth and not the tales

We all will certainly end up in hell

When apologies mean nothing when spoken

If regrets can’t make up for all that is broken

Then why even try

Consequences will come when you deny

Nothing will change

It will stagnate instead of repair

All a little too jaded to actually be fair

A terrible battle, a heart broken game.

All that will be left will be our name.

Poem

Dominion by MwsR

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“Sometimes in one’s own mind, we must create the life we wish we had. I was good at that, back then. But then again, I was given no choice.” MwsR

Which day was it that I lost me?

Surely someone else had to see

There were things that changed within me

Certainly, someone must of noticed it all

Perhaps it all was so subtle and I was small

I understand the “turning a blind eye”

At my expense though, and all of it still makes me cry

You were the adult, the one who was in power

So why over me did you tower

Maybe it was a certain disposition

Undoubtedly a grown ups condition

Because before you I was not aware

That people like you, were out there

The only thing left in tact back then was my innocence

My desire to imagine and invent

I was a pro at it,

Guess I had to act

Because for me reality would of set me back

It would have made me a “quack”

Imagining was my soul’s companion

Surrounded by your twisted dominion.

Memorial Day Poem

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Poem

Smile,
By MwsR

She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she had herself, 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.

Goodbye By MwsR

Her views of the world are somewhat abnormal,

Like rain that fills the grave, of someone who lies cold.

Neither consequence or percept will determine her next move.

The path is determined by things long ago and old.

Her values are placed in the things and people who continually are there.

Like texts books in an abandoned high school, they can be still relevant.

Often reading the same chapter of her life each and every time, she searches for meaning

Never, is there a need for the final chapter, just the subsequent ones post haste.

Her laughter will definitely hide her million insecurities,

It is contagious and appears to be the real deal,

Often it will hide her heart, and the way she more than not, feels.

Wise to some degree, she has learnt who to share her dreams with.

With the slightest hesitations and reserve, she’ll share once more.

Her pain serves as a crown for her, each stone in it, is a lesson she must learn

Each adorning detail, is from all the tedious effort she gives, in just living.

With doubts and fears, she will live each day

Never fully resting, never really trusting, but always clinging to the good in others

The good that will justify her giving her trust, if it really is trust.

Her appearance can hide a multitude of worry.

You would not guess so much, just by looking at her.

It would appear that things are fine and dandy

Rich and blessed,

Like even her own heart takes a rest.

Her goodbye’s are never really goodbye’s

She will speak the words, but hold them in her mind.

That one little hope or that thing that she holds onto, will never tire

It will never let go.

Always, it will be there, in the creases of her thoughts,

On the pages that she writes,

In the songs that she sings.

Poem

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.

Excerpt from my book, “Heart Stones”

Change, by MwsR

When the time comes that you reflect over your life and the things you’ve done

Will you see someone smart or someone dumb?

Those things you thought were fin

The things that you swore hurt no one.

Were they worth it?

Were they proper or were they like that of a nitwit?

Are the ones that stood with you now standing apart?

You already know the answer because it is deep in your heart…

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Too Easy To Say Goodbye by MwsR

It has gotten too easy to say to you all

I almost think sometimes, I had imagined it all.

The hurtful words, the criticisms, and the lies

Like in the hottest crime book novel, I am the spy

The wet spots on my pillows that laid on my bed

It is kind of easier to think it all was in my head.

Dreams of you seldom come this way

But then again, what is there left to say?

I tossed many a nights thinking about what ifs,

The fallback was me, the goodbye was to me, I was the riff.

I desperately sought your approval in the earlier days

Thinking by some sudden miracle I could erase the overbearing haze.

Foolish I was, but trying to belong I was always

Trying so hard, but never so much again, in all ways

How did it become so much more easier to say goodbye,

Then to hold each other close, and try to dry a tearing eye?

How was it that you became as mundane as what to wear?

If even that is saying I care.

Too easy for you to forget about me,

to pick up where things were before me, I see.

It is all like reading about someone else and their life,

Skipping through the pages, trying to skim to see

If in fact is was even really me.

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