Tag: Poem MwsR

Poem, MwsR

When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR
When I’m done, I’m done

There is no happiness, no fun.

Won’t let it make me sad

Just know without you wont be so bad.

It’s horrible though

If you ignore what is inside, you know.

When glad times fade away

When there is nothing left to say.

The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore

The anticipation now has turned to a bore.

You can and should still carry on, go ahead

You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.

If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,

Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.

Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?

Not me, not you , not ever.

Poem, MwsR

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Torment In My Brain.  By MwsR
To many times I have let chaos be my norm

Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.

Peace was hard to have , to expect, or even see.

Why couldn’t I get some for little Ole me?

Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,

Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,

Often times that had left me in so much pain.

It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my own hand,

Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.

Will it ever end?

The silent miserable attack,

Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?

Maybe it’s like a curse, the one that holds true,

I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.

Tyranny, poem by MwsR

 

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Tyranny comes to mind, when I think of you

I know I probably should try to avoid thinking that way

But with you around and in facets of my life it is something I can say.

If I try to work out for myself, a way

You try to beat me to it, always

If I try to start something first,

You would think your insides were going to burst.

Always, no matter what

You want me to be in second not the first spot.

Always trying to appear the one with a heart

The one that is in emotions over her head, the first to start.

I have been the one in the shadows trying to actually be the “cart”

The one who can carry the others, you see

Not just concerned about “little Ole me”

This is such a terrible spot I find myself in

One where tyranny runs rampant with you

One where you are the only one who ever gets the blues

Where all in your world better pay attention and grovel at your feet

Because, for  an unknown reason, out of all of us, you are one who is “sweet”

Hardly, not true, and deceitful you are.

Feeding on the affection of others, who have their share of scars.

Gosh, if I could make you appear as you really are,

You would be alone in your tyranny of other’s hearts.

 

SEPARATE WAYS WORLDS APART, poem by MwsR

Separate Ways, Worlds Apart

You are there
I am here
You want this
I want that
Thinking first has never been your thing
Acting first is what you bring
Hoping has been my for’te
But you think that’s a waste of a day.
I agree to disagree
But you get angry with me
I wait for you
You walk right through.
Endless work for you
Not for me, that makes me blue.
Giving up is your easy answer
Mine is to dance instead of joining the clamor.
Used to be us
Instead, it is refuse to discuss,
Standing apart
Instead of sharing one heart.
Separate ways now we concede to
Worlds apart , no me with you.

World Game/ Poem by MwsR

 

 

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There are people out here in our world game

Some take the winning lot and others have the shame

It is not perfect by no means

But everyone is searching for something , it seems

Looking to find what it is to make them whole

Make them special and breathe life into their soul,

Almost as if no one expects to win at this game

They start their days anyway without added shame

They twist when needed and bend where they can

Not a fault, just the game that they have to plan.

Everyone is on the board of the game of the world

They move where they want and sometimes they move another.

Indirectly and directly each player affects the whole game.

Win or lose we are in it, unfair though it can seem.

This is the way of things and broken dreams.

If you are lucky you move gracefully ahead,

Seeing an ending without regret.

It definitely changes you, it can also greatly affect you.

So play to make the most moves you can

It really isn’t about winning, it is in how you plan.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Stages of our Life/ Poem by MwsR

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Into this world we all begin

Worthless we are without our skin

Not tainted though from other’s opinions

When we are born.

When things start to hurdle through our minds

Countless questions we dare not leave behind

Teenage years are simply search and find times

Times when we discover and explore

What else is there to live for

When we are young.

Accomplished and settled, that’s what you will find

When you have learnt so much from other’s minds.

Everything is within your very reach

Sometimes though, things can appear bleak.

Wanting a legacy and working to make it happen

The future seems so far off, yet within our grasps.

When we are an adult.

Memories cloud are minds of better days

Names of things and people start to fade.

Teaching and showing are our roles now

The past is certainly better than our future.

Things that were important seem trivial here

We just want to be loved and not forgotten.

When we are old.