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Excerpt from “HeartStones”, by Mws R

HeartStones

I Am Special By No Means

I am not special by any means

But I have a heart and yes, I can bleed

Don’t try to use me or hurt me

I do not like that, you see

Tough I am, but nice I am too.

I will make you laugh at times when you are blue.

I do like animals of all sorts

I love wearing flip flops and a pair of shorts

I feel things deeply, although it can be a curse

Sometimes it hurts and can make me feel worse

When I love I really love

And when I am pushed, no problem, because I really can shove

Sad movies make me cry

Nothings is a total loss , if you try

I have a lot to give nd give a lot

I hate 100 degree weather because I get hot

I like long walks, playing through the woods, swimming in the sea

These things are magical for me.

My heart I wear proudly on my sleeve

I dislike selfish people it one of my pet peeves

Thoughtful and forgiving, I wish to always be

This poem is just a little to share about me.

MwsR ❤

 

 

 

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Thoughts that I can’t explain

Words that in my heart remain

Glimpses of things I do not know

Where on earth do spirits go?

Often time I rest and ponder

Things that no one else must wonder

I often think I might be insane

All the things that clutter my brain

Resolutions ones that I seek

Make my body feel so weak

For trying hard to understand

Why there is something , I must rebuke and reprimand

Faultless are my indecision

Too much so, I feel unjustly imprisoned.

I wonder if I will lose my peace

Trying to remain humble and remain in one piece.

Who knows what tomorrow will pose

For surround by friends and as much so, foes

I shall try to stay within my own self

To preserve what is left.

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt from my Published Book/Share

Here is a poem from my book of poetry, HeartStones…

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Heart Stones

Forever

Back then, people took meaningful “somethings”

Pictures, that said something about who was in them

It was the talk of the moment when someone spied a photo album

People displayed photos, like the circus displayed its performers

Photographs, were usually black and white, but that never changed their sparkle

In the many pictures you’d have relatives of all ages and in all manners of dress

People would reconnect or recollect the times, the places, and the faces.

In photographs, people stayed the way they were, at that moment.

If they were dead, it did not matter,

If they were old or young or had just begun,

Because, they were remembered from these photographs.

In pictures you could stay”forever’

I find that comforting and a little strange, in the same manner.

 

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Scared

By MwsR
You held the power once,

The very thing I needed you could not give me.

The power you had been something nightmares were written about.

It’s like you were possessed,  definitely obsessed.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…

I was absolutely scared of you back then.
Each weekend went the same

You was out to assert your will.

I was an unwilling participant, but it did not matter.

The hurt, the doubt, you cast my way, it crippled me.

It showed me how in my adult world, not to be.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…

I used to be absolutely scared of you back then.
Now it seems life has reinvented itself for me.

I am loved by some and that seems to keep me above the pull of your memories.

I receive the love I dreamed of, to have from you back then.

Stronger, I am.

Hurt, I’ll always have.
The effort it took for me to be a good person, now, should clue you in…

I am not scared of you anymore, but perhaps you are the one who’s scared, now.

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Broken…by MwsR

There is a something that happens to us

Something that happens when in people we trust.

It comes with a great risk and great pain

Leaving on our hearts a great stain.

When things go south as they often do

It’s not the good that leaves us feeling so blue.

It’s the trust that we gave to someone

The naked feelings we shared with that one.

Only to find we have hurt ourselves

By mistaking their motives.

Or we simply try to be open

In the end though it is us that get broken.

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Silently we search for something, anything

Patiently we put off things just to give time to that waiting

It is a thing we often do the most alone

Never telling anyone what we feel inside or what is wrong.

There can come no answers from people’s glances

Only the soul is that direct and true

It does not confuse us or distort our trust

What it requires from us

It is best to find out

Silently it actually says so very much

It never even needs a human touch

Souls are silent answers the things within

The things we patiently wait on to either start or end

Our feelings follow suit with what our souls silently say

We often time get in its way.

Emotional robots we are

Letting ourselves be told how to feel

Often time we don’t listen to our soul and its silence

We should, before we lose the ability to actually hear.

 

 

Inside Park/Poem by MwsR

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Inside it is an attraction for sure

Not easy to navigate through

I know that it will cost for someone to explore

But I cannot say anything more.

 

Life is strange there, inside of me

Nothing there is easily understood

Anything can surely appear

Trying hard to always keep out those drifts of tears.

 

Inside it is never quite

If you were to see what all goes on in there

You would surely be scared

I know because I am the one who has had to care.

 

Parks should be exciting and fun

But if it the inside one.

There is just discord

Especially when you enter on your own accord.

 

Inside Parks come with no clear direction

Nothing is free

There may be turmoil to see

When it is inside me.

 

So enter softly, patiently, and calm

I often tell people being here is no fun.

It is merely “to occupy one’s curiosity”

And they leave, usually.

 

No one really comes there and stays for long

It is most unpleasant at times

I try to keep it free of clutter and trash

But it is bound to happen, inside, alas.

 

So come if you wish

Don’t take anything with you

I run this park all on my own

It is hard to maintain, when you hurt all alone.

 

Inside Parks are inside all of you

They have things that attract

And they have things that can make a person blue

Enter cautiously, take nothing away

So the inside park can continue, yet again, another day.