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.
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Tag: Poem
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Poem
Posted at 11:07 pm
Jun 15thAdvertisements -
Poem
Posted at 12:45 pm
Jun 14thArt….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. -
Whispers, By MwsR
Posted at 7:24 pm
Jun 12thNot 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.
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Poem by MwsR
Posted at 11:46 am
Jun 11thSilence by MwsR
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 di minish 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. -
Poem
Posted at 8:36 pm
Jun 10thWings, by MwsR
Soft, beautiful, and strong
Each right where they belong.
Complete dependence, one of another
To carry the load with each other.
Fluttering in a weightless, timely measure
Seeing this is truly a treasure.
Oh, if we were wings
That would cause us to sing.
Just knowing that we are important and can do a great thing.
That we are right where we belong,
Soft, beautiful, yet strong..
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Such A Day, by MwsR
Posted at 10:44 pm
Jun 8thSuch a day, as never I’ve had…
The one where you come to me
Telling me, you are sorry
In my thoughts, I have imagined it were so
But actuality always prevails.
Staring at my blank page
I remind my self of what it should be that matters most
Not your opinions, or shortcomings
But my faith and hope in things
The constant desire to keep those around
Especially when your reminders abound.
This the start of better things
Of smarter times spent
When strategically shown to me, I know
That I mattered all along.
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Let It Find Me(WAIT), by MwsR
Posted at 2:31 pm
Jun 6thWound around my happiness is a reminder of things
Times when I cried, times when I could not sing
Happiness is a faint thing most days
I have longed for it all my life
When will I remember and not be sad
Will my life ever have a period of glad
My heart aches so
I should had known…
Nothing good can exist without an experience of sadness
A period of loss and some of gladness
It is intertwined to co-exist
Something in my younger days I definitely missed
I was trying to survive
Now I must still but also thrive
If my happiness wasn’t bound by people letting me down
I would not know how to keep from being drowned
Maybe I would of sank under all the endless pressures
Perhaps I would of left and wrote that last letter
Who knows,
These are my woes.
My search for happiness will not go in vain
I will prevail and continue still
Then, if happiness comes only for a moment, for a brief second
Let it find me, let it wrap around my memories and heart
I want to feel it, have it
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Poem, By MwsR
Posted at 9:42 am
Jun 6thOnward, By MwsR
No going back,
Not anymore.
No tracing steps that led to the broken doors
Hearts can’t rebuild from all that lies behind
I think I have tortured enough, my mind.
This is such a small fraction, I need to stay blind.
Head up, no bowing, no more
None of us are perfect, not anymore.
Once we were babies, that is when we could explore.
Not today, not at our age
There is always going to be resentment and rage.
It is like we all are performers and life is the stage.
Whatever lies ahead
Let it be kind, with nothing for us to dread.
Always remember the worst thoughts are in our own heads.
Trembling like a kid being punished
That is not what or how it should be, that’s rubbish.
We should be empowered not told to hush.
Again, no one is perfect, no one is above
We all survive with heartaches and love
We all strive to make it, to the great above.
I say, “Onward”
Let’s move forward.
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