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!
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Behind Those Glances. By MwsR
Behind those glances
And second chances
A person’s heart can feel your thoughts.
Beyond the exterior criticism,
There is still a delicate prism,
To their soul.
Between the right and wrong they’ve done
There is a hurt loved one.
Below their guilt and shame,
Lies pieces of a shattered frame.
A piece that fell this way and that
Some people won’t take time to find where they’re at.
Beside their conscience, they keep in touch with day to day,
It is their own deep prison they create that keeps them this way.
Because that one person took a second glance,
And gave them a second chance,
They will rise back up
Their hearts will start to pump.
By the way, you treat them now,
Will dictate theirs how.
Believe in them once more
Time to be a forgiver of the mistakes they once bore.
Life is an ever-changing thing
Try not to make it sting.
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Truth by MwsR
If I looked better than I do now
The world would still let me drown.
If I made lots of friends not foes
True friends would be all I know.
If I lived in a nice place
It couldn’t change what’s not erased.
If time stayed still for me
The heartache would still be.
If my waist was fit and trim
I’d still see through this person created film.
It does matter what we think is enough
It’s not what the world thinks and all their stuff.
To be true to who you are
Will eventually recover every scar.
Let yourself be and be happy
It’s a poem about realism and isn’t sappy.
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By MwsR
Two stones, similar yet different
Their start comes the same way, their paths differ
Different paths, yet similar lives
Waiting to be carried or directed in another way.
They don’t know where they’ll end up
Yet hopeful, they stay strong
Only wanting to find where they belong.
Paths they travel are not going to cross each others all the time
But time keeps them mesmerized by the same desire
One day at the end, after all has been
They will finally get their last ”hoorah”
Their journey, done at last.
And they forever know their place.
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