Feelings by MwsR
Tears drip ever so often
Saddness permiates what I’d not forgotten
Shivers to and from my heart
Pieces connected but standing apart
Peace and comfort interrupted
Mind and soul diverted
Something that once stood for something
Torn from nothing
Yet hanging on by strands
Bigger and louder than the nation’s bands
Twisted, making stronger
But also longer
Feelings that bind our hearts and minds
Ever we seem to always find.
Today, if things that were not real suddenly became real
You would see shoes fussing about all the crap they take
Mirrors would bluntly let you know how you really are
Phones would refuse to text your abusive texts
Hand sanitizer would refuse to clean up your germs
Dogs would let you know how they view the world
Birds would start a spy business and make lots of money
Towels would continually get sick
Pens would scribble onto anything but paper
Doors would deliberately keep you out
Radios would play songs to you that it wants to
Computers would refuse to work
Clothes would find someone worthy of them
Chairs would sit on us
Tissue would go on strike, instead of on a streak
Products would ship us out
Cars would more than likely travel without us
Houses would relocate
Cats would rule
Beds would sleep without us
If things were real that aren’t in real life
We most certainly would be doomed.
In this dream
You are standing there, looking at me
Smiling as big as the blue Atlantic Sea.
In your hands you have a sweet little kitten
Something we both are so smitten of
We talk about the weather
And our times together
We both share eyes of blue
Both are the even the same hue
I ask you to take me to the ocean
So we can see what all we can see, where the space is open
You pull me close to share a hug
I warmly accept and feel snug
In this dream, you are realer than real
Although that could never happen, that’s the real deal.
You left this earth so long ago
I was left to mourn you so.
It just wasn’t our time in this life,
Perhaps the next one…
I will wait for eternity to see you again,
Instead of in pictures, in the very end.
My heart is always bound,
By the dad I still have not found.
The one who was there when I was born
The one I still mourn.
Why is it we make ourselves available to the very ones who never have time for us?
No one wants to argue and fuss?
Feeling the need for anything, just something we can say we have, or whatever it is.
Often, we persist in this.
If we only could see from another perspective, we would be embarrassed by how we look,
Deserving so much more than the bait dangling off a hook.
We scrounge for scraps like a homeless dog that is starving.
This will leave inside us, constant scaring.
Strive to love yourself as if you are number one
If you don’t, then neither will anyone.
The moral of this poem is simply this…
Love and treat yourself better than you “is”.
Extreme By MwsR
Everything is necessary
When nothing isn’t a choice.
Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.
Possibilities are just chances we have not taken
They keep up rising
Instead of staying broken.
When you have just a little faith
A little hope in your soul
That is when you can just take off and go.
Everything has a season
A season to change and correct
An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?
Trying is hard when you see no end
But let me tell you, it will no doubt come , my friend.
It is difficult sometimes , more than we feel we can stand.
Trust in a process
Things don’t change overnight
That is why we search for more than our own might.
We need to examine how life has went so wrong
We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.
These are blessings and give us each, just enough.
Extreme is not necessary when you really try
In taking little steps forward,
You can eventually tell the bad times, goodbye.
Extreme may simply be
You believing in something greater
Something greater, than you or me.
Something you cannot see but can feel
The overwhelming desire or passion
That surrounds your heart and soul
The extreme that makes you go.
Art….by MSR
From out of the dark
Emerges a spark
Into a space
Leaving a trace
Colors a drifting
Making a living
Splatters give meaning
Blended from your living
One stroke leads a stream
Hand and art a team
Canvas that has a story
It is such glory
The tale a picture can tell
When the artist comes out of their shell.
Not oblivious at all
Withstanding, judgements of y ‘all.
Things you have little bravery to say
The stuff that made up one day.
Others participate with you
They know not who they speak to
You will ultimately betray them too.
Stuff that definitely is not right
Things that keep me awake at night
Conversations that turn into condemnations
A recipe for someone’s sadness.
No need to apologize
I know it would be nothing but lies
Testing the limits of being human
You spill the lies like doctors inject serum.
Rest assured, your day will come
You will subject, just like every one.
Underneath your exterior you stink
I would not close my eyes around you, not even blink.
Everything has an equal or opposite reaction
Perhaps for you it will be different in action
Whispers because you are cowards
I have no use for that, going forwards.
Is there such a thing as peace?
Will this burden ever release ?
So many things cannot be undone
Like looking at the “mountain” wanting to run.
Things that used to mean something are being replaced
Even the smile that was carried around on the face.
Sometimes hurt can overwhelm us
It can make a prisoner and create a stirring fuss.
It can take away our light and our joy
Things that used to bring something suddenly don’t anymore.
When a person’s heart has been hurt and created a scar
IT is always there even when it doesn’t hurt so bad, and never far.
As if silence could be still a heart
Then time would join its hand
Nothing could wound us
Nothing would reside …
Try to find some silence for your heart
It will not diminish the pain, but it’s a start.
Help yourself, be kind to you
You don’t come with a blueprint in blue.
Peace is not always attainable
Burdens can be many and manageable.
Silence might simply be closure…
Closure to whatever creates a burden or more.
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