Tag: Poem

Cynical, By MwsR

Things have certainly changed

Times that were easy, oh, how easily they become strained

Dreams that served aa a peaceful reminder

Have rapidly changed all my last hopes, with their slander

I feel so hopeless to the point of no return

My insides are in knots, from all the things, that never are overturned

There are faint whispers of this or that

Recent affections has even changed, in fact

Funny how people wrestle with their soul

For things that they think will make them whole

It is redundant to keep somethings going

Like a rollercoaster, we have rode a bunch, we already know all there is to be knowing

Cynicism is a protection mode

The one that we think can keep us whole

But it can’t, we have to feel and move through things

Even if terrible feelings remain.

If you cannot find a place to deal

There will demons in your head that will.

Poem

True Life by MwsR

True life is never how the tv shows.

It’s more complicated than exposed.

In True life, there is a struggle

Day to day our lives we juggle.

True life is different from one day to the next,

It can start to feel sometimes like you’ve been hexed.

True life gives us love and loss, a lot

Seems time itself can’t be locked.

True life is powerful, poignant, and indiscriminative

It is weak, vulnerable, changing, and imaginative.

True life is a gift and yet can be an exchange,

IT is yours after all to rearrange.

Make of it what you will

Because in the end, it’s you that has to “pay the bill.”

Protect Your Heart By MwsR

Our chests have an unique way to hide the heart

They in tomb it as if to keep it preserved for ever

But despite our chests best effort we cannot keep our heart from breaking

The visual and physical protection is always there

But underneath all of that, that is where we will fail.

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To protect our heart we must do more than exist

Letting go of our hurts isn’t all that there is

Allowing the bruises we experience to heal on their own time

Spending time with someone who really has our best interests in mind

Taking time to relax and to smell the roses

Never lingering too long though, lets the thorns take us in.

Heading into each issue, each hurt for the day

Trying to rearrange each issue and perhaps looking at them in a different way

Doing a good deed for another will surely help us to refocus

Avoiding fights and fusses

Maybe putting one foot in front of the other

Remembering something good, like perhaps your mother

Finding something good from things that might be bad

Loving yourself despite hardships you might of had

Being thankful for each little thing

That will show you sunlight when there is rain

It will comfort you, when you are going through the greatest pain.

Share you life and talents with someone who is down

In doing that you will lose that dreadful frown.

There are things to protect our heart,

You know what they are, because you are smart

This is a reminder that your heart is worth protecting

So try to start , its never too late to start correcting.

Poem

Dreams, by MwsR

If you’ve ever awoken with a dream on your mind
Thinking that your real-world ain’t fine
Then you can understand a little of mine.
If the thought of something keeps foremost in your thoughts and dreams
Then it’s time to re-evaluate things.
If you do you’ll see what it brings.
Time is not an indicator of a change
Its how you use your time, the little that remains.
That way, in the end, nothing leaves a permanent stain.
Dreams can be indicators maybe of problems in your real life
They can help to open your eyes.
Maybe for you, it’s as simple as using a knife.
Others though don’t look at it all that wise
They think dreams are lies.
They fail to see between the lines.
I believe sometimes God gives us dreams
Helps us to look at different ways of things
Sort of, like him carrying us on his wings.

Poem

Once Upon A Time, by MwsR

Once upon a time
There was no reason or rhyme
My heart held a song
It was about where I belong
My eyes held the pain
Of my sorrow that attached to my name.
I had a load of questions
Some good, some bad, and it was over decisions
My head was filled with trouble
My mind kept me in that bubble.
I exploded one day
It left me in a obscure way.
Now I live in the now,
Someday, somehow
And this girl seemed content,
Though her heart strings were bent
If you’ve been there you know what I meant.
The End is not here, nope
Peace, Love, and Hope.

Poem

Kindest Heart, by MwsR

This load how crushing it can be

Nothing will be left but bones and debris.

Where is the stepping stone

One for which you tread upon?

The burden we give our own selves

Trying tirelessly to make magic like an elf.

But falling short so many times.

Sometimes crossing a few lines.

Cannot believe how a gentleness

Turns into a relentless mess,

How giving is returned with taking and taking

Often it’s the kindest heart that’s left shaking.

Where do we draw the lines?

When often we stay so “love blind”.

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Angst by MwsR

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Inside Something Changes, by MwsR

What used to be, is no more

There is nothing that can give back, what was lost

I feel as if the coldness, has permeated a lot.

No heroic saving is heading my way

Things that were placed in my path are poignant and often, I am afraid

Was this the comeuppance for my love? Do I hold the actual heart grenade?

I see others with circumstances, as such is my own

They often wander about in frantic motion and sometimes head back, home

I wonder how they cope, how they make it, being back there, again

Is this possible for myself, to do the same?

Am I the only one playing in this stupid game?

Did I, in my own infinite wisdom of pain,

Arrange a game

One I play alone, one that has no meaning

Or are the real players the ones who are deceiving?

Twisted up in thoughts of what might had been

It keeps me replaying this, over and over again.

Like I would ever have any willpower at all

To quit being in this sort of game where one only falls.

Even if I was the one who created it,

I cannot understand nor see a way to quit.

If I am merely a pawn in this game, shame on the players for treating me like a nit wit.

Win or loose I must make sense of it all

Before time actually runs out, y’ all.

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