It hurts
To be
It hurts
To be me
It hurts
To be me, even
It hurts
To be ne, even though
It hurts
To be me, even though it
It hurts
To be me, even though it shouldn’t.
MwsR ❤
Tag: Poem
Just Me, poem
No matter how much I don’t want it to be
I am the person , inside somewhere, that my mother molded me as.
I cannot escape the inferior overtones I feel
I will not let myself ever cone first
When I go out in public, I will feel on display
As if I am so important that someone is watching my every move.
I will smile, all the while my heart feels sad.
Crying only to ease my insecurities that of which I need to know I am human.
When preparing my house for visitors, I am my own worst critic
I will never feel quite enough, or adequate
I will hear things like, ” you are beautiful”, yet never will I agree.
I love you will be in need to prove to others, I care.
Satisfaction will never be, for me, cause I will never be worth obtaining it.
Succumbed I will give up, give in, give it all
Without so much a word like thanks
I am the mold she set out to make, not on purpose necessarily but because
I am not, nor ever will be, just me.
MwsR ❤
Poem
Christmas Eve
In every corner of our world
Subtle surprises are to be found
Like love that is genuine
And a forgiving heart
One night of the year
Those things become un-magnified
They tug and pull at the heart, of those,with hearts
The silence of months past
Holding onto grudges, don’t seem to last
There is a sense of meaning in all that we do
Whether it is in gift giving
Or to just remain “whole”
We struggle 364 days a year
But on this one night,
Everything seems more clear
We give without actually taking
Breathe without thinking
And actually seem to be better
When we snuggle in bed
Knowing we are somehow changing things.
Making new amends
Reconnecting with family or friends
Hoping a New Year will be better than the last
Taking actual time to see one another.
Tomorrow Christmas Day
Tomorrow all problems will fade just a little more
Christmas magic it is
When you believe in the spirit of the holiday.
MwsR ❤
Poem
SPILT
Long ago, I knew my life was not completely my own
Faultless I was not
But that was okay
We are made to play in the games of life,
Despite our will fighting against that
If I were faultless it would be a mistake
So I end up playing with my faculties in tact
Sometimes I stumble and take a quick look back
But that is not the most consuming of my life
It is when I want something that I am not to own
Like say, those that I loved in my lifetime
Those who I am now without
The ones who made me what and who I am
Those who would rather be a ghost in my life now
So see my life is stuck, kind of in a bind
Hinged upon those people in my mind
Life will not be my own until I release
The overbearing, lingering memories, and the real
Thoughts, that in this poem I spilt.
MwsR ❤
Poem
When by MwsR (me)
When you feel down and out,
Make your soul jump up and about.
Do something kind for someone or something
It will surely make you sing.
Life is rewarding when we start to shine
Give to less fortunate be meek and kind.
If you can’t spread a rainbow
At least be the pot of gold, you know.
For whoever finds you will find a treasure
And whoever knows you, it will be a pleasure.
The world has a way of putting clouds of gray in a person’s day
Try and be the one who can lessen that in a small way.
When you are feeling down and out,
Take care of others and you will eventually stop your pout.
Poem
Wisdom, Quotes and Things
“To be or not to be”,
That will never be said of me
I am who I am and I do not need to announce it.
“Crawl back into your hole”, you say
I say, In a hole might just be better,
You never know.
“Let by gones be by gones”,
How can that work
Our minds don’t forget.
“To each his own”,
That is all wrong.
Everything affects everyone, regardless.
“Hide it under a bushel”,
No! I think not
There are creepy things in there.
“Live and let live”
Well that is always the case
You cannot stop anyone from going on with their lives.
“Follow the golden rules“
But how do you know those aren’t for fools?
Who made those anyway?
“Count your blessings”,
That is truly impossible.
What would be the use.
Sayings, quotes and things
Were created from ordinary people,
Wanting ordinary common things
Expecting to be heard, or noticed.
Some give wisdom, some give nothing
That is the nature of free speech.
“Take it to heart”…if you wish
No, it will not make you smart,
But it might change things up a bit.
I am writing this for no particular reason
Just thought ’tis the season…
or is it?
MwsR ❤
It takes a Believer, by MwsR
It Takes A Believer
Swirling around, somewhere resting
Only to be awaken
Inconsistent messages start the quests
Only the impact remains
Friends that promised forever
In good times and in bad
Calling only whenever
Forgetting as usual
Family that wandered off into the abyss
Just secretly hid is all
It’s not them but their promises you miss
It’s the ones they actually kept
Memories they can anchor or sink us
That’s why there are life perservers
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, constant fussing
Sinking to the deepest
Chances to take
If only you’re willing
Come each day break
Ourselves to lead into
The first won’t ensure the best beginning
But the end will signal you
At the end or while leading
It takes a believer to start
Fool
Like shadows forming before my eyes
Sometimes what I remember is a really big surprise
I often lay awake first thing in the morning, just thinking on it all.
I remember little tidbits of things, before we had our falling out.
I remember how it was in my head at least.
My heart still tricks itself into believing,
That things can be back where they once were.
Ah and alas the bruised heart will keep trying!
I wish it would just give itself a break
Or better yet wise up.
It keeps me prisoner in a way,
In other ways it has also set me free.
Hard to express these feelings deep inside of me.
Hard to tell yourself after 21 years ,
That there is no rhyme or reasoning of your longtime tears.
The fakers in your life
The liars still as they are, still can hurt you
Why?
Why is it the things we let ourselves believe and cling to,
Will ultimately tear us apart.
If we let them.
We do not have to let them!
Simple as looking forward can be, we can forgive them
Forgive ourselves for being the fools.
Forgive the childish feelings of bliss and hope,
Let it all fall to the wayside when we are done.
Let those feelings have a place somewhere,
Somewhere else beside taking residence in our heart and mind.
And then there is always time!
Time will help to lessen all those blows, all those knows, we have.
The secret is time, I must confess.
But I am still a fool at heart, believing still,
I need to be saved from myself, I think.
Or face my feelings head on.
Go back to those unsaid things of long ago.
Make an effort one more time
No I am not blind!
I am just a believer, a hope ridden fool.
I am me and that is exactly what I know.
MwsR ❤
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