Tag: Poem

Poem by MwsR( me)

Don’t Think About Me…

Each time when I happen to cross your mind

Think of just what you’ve left behind

Think of all the days that’s gone

And how much time I’ve been alone

Each picture that was once so proudly displayed

Now is hidden or tucked away

There is not a memory around of me now

Just thoughts in your mind that simply just goes round

Each word or mention of me in passing

Ducking from all the questioning

What to say about decisions made

Because in your heart so heavily they’ve laid

Each tear that was shed was it from regret

Or was it self-pity that you wanted to get?

Shame how time changes some men

Kinda scary to think you’ve forgotten about the sin

Each family event that you’ve planned

One less family member to get the upper hand

Time has a way of showing whose true

Again I’m sorry that it couldn’t be you

So each time I am in your head

Remember it was away from you I was led

Don’t think about me

If only in your mind is where I’ll be

Actions were all it would have taken

For me not to have felt forsaken

Don’t just don’t think about me.

I’m in charge of my life can’t you see?

Each thing I’ve not forgotten

Each word I’ve memorized

Each step from you and you’re still surprised!

Don’t think about me.

Poem by MwsR( me)

Fear by MwsR

Different than any other emotion
It takes up residence if you let it
Wreaking havoc on your spirit.
Tearing apart your sensibilities
That’s if you have any in the start
Way down to the deepest part.
It’s like a prison and you’re the inmate
You cannot leave it behind even when you’re set free
Even though you’ve done your time, you see.
So much of your life changes
To accommodate the chaos
The fear can make you feel lost.
Like a stranger that is living your life
Little you can do until you come to terms with it.
Decreasing the fear just a bit.
Life can have scary times and fears that take over
It’s something everyone’s had
But remember things don’t always have to stay that bad.

Poem by MwsR( ME)

Knife
By MwsR

An old familiar song playing on the radio
makes me recall things that I had forgotten.
Like a bad odor lets you know something has become rotten.

Stares from recognizable faces
That look sudden, then turn away
Takes me back again into those childhood days.

Words with strong deliverance and demeanor
Those are the ones that I remember the most.
Just like a parasite that infects its host.

Nothing like those pain filled days
Where my last choice was just to leave.
I felt like a prisoner just granted a reprieve.

In one childhood I was made
In those minutes, hours, and days
I found time slowly pays.

If in this life all you are is based on the actions of others,
You will never really have a life.
Don’t let your memories be the knife.

Whispers by MwsR

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In the whispers, you are alive

As if you are still real

I try real hard to ease-drop

But all is just whispers, with your name in them

Whispers to my pain

Whispers that make me sad

Those also make me cry

Those make me question why

In whispers, your memory is brought to life

But only in whispers…

Bu only in my mind and those that loved you.

Whispers!

Heart Stone By MwsR

Heart Stone by MwsR

The familiarity has grown
Inside and outside of my own.
The noise so distant
Yet still so poignant.
I feel it move a little at first dawn
It goes to rest with my first yawn.
The path took to reach this
Despite all the joy and bliss.
Once it was so light so free
Now it sits like a boulder inside me.
My heart stone that was made
Look how much had to be paid!

Poem…Oblivious by MwsR

Oblivious, by MwsR

Once upon a day
My heart began to sway.
I couldn’t tell whether to try
Or give in to an obvious lie.
I wished upon a moonlight sky
Without any particular notion as to why.
Inside I started to feel myself unravel
It was like a kid skinning their knee on some gravel,
Oblivious to the blood that starts to show
But knowing that it hurt a slight bit though.
Content though to ignore it all for the play,
We adults also do things this way.
Not noticing or taking heed to the scars and marks
We keep getting hurt the same each time we embark.
Till one day we fall down and something clicks
Maybe it is the words, or maybe the licks.
We finish our story in a twist
Like suicide can result from cutting your wrists.
Permanent and final it will be
When it’s over or you mend
There will be an end.

Poem-Drain by MwsR

Drain by MwsR

There is a hole
Where all the spillage goes.
Where it all flows down
The crap that comes from frowns.
It’s not clear where it all goes
But away from me is all I know.
No stopper can keep it all in one place
Just like emotions can change a person’s face.
Along the way down things start to break apart
Changing forever, the compound, the heart,
Never to return, any more pain
Like a person’s internal drain.

Not In Vain by MwsR

Not In Vain by MwsR

The day bursts out whether we are ready or not
It is a scene for our life’s living spot.
We walk through it either alone or together
Trudging or trodding through all sorts of weather.

At days end we recap the day
Sometimes without or with something left to say.
Eventually falling to sleep
Exhausted from the life we often keep.

For more often than not we want more chances
A chance to give people or things more glances.
To either cherish or complete someone, something.
Trying hard not to live our whole life in vain.