Tag: Poem

Whenever, poem by MwsR

Help to make my reminiscing all mine

It calms my soul for just a while in time

It displays out in my actions and on my face

Oh, how to make it out of this place!

Neither space nor time can give comfort to this heart of mine.

I have been prisoner here, for a very long time.

I have wrestled things I never thought I would

I guess often than not I really did not handle it the way I should.

But whenever a person deals with their pain

Things of this nature often remain

They will hold on and squeeze whenever they choose

Often, when that happens, they are in it for you to lose.

So, come along, take the ride

That others often find themselves beholding to

You will experience things that make you blue

Seizing what you can with the little you have

Making memories that are built to last.

Memories that comfort not repulse us.

Stuff like this can never be made up.

It is real and so invading

Clouding forever our state of peace

Whenever it comes, that is when we stop and release.

MwsR ❤

Poem

LOVE, Life,YOU

by MwsR ❤

Like wisps of perfumed air that encircles my head

Your love brings a newness and freshness to my life

You are both my sanity and my fascination

Life revolves with you in it

Without you in it, it comes to a screeching holt

As spring gets here, it reminds me of you

Something is always new for me to look at.

Your ways, your conversations, your love

It all comes without any stipulations,

But with a permanent guarantee

This beautiful life with you, loving me.

Word of The Day Challenge Accepted

TOXIC

talesfromthemindofkristianWord of the Day February 6, 2019

The Word of the Day is Toxic

Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.

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Toxic, By MwsR

You say you care

But I fail to see it

I know you are struggling

But it is not my fault

I did not create your corner of your little world

You did

But yet, I am here having to pay.

I wish you could see how it feels to be me

Living with you and your TOXIC ways.

I will resign to follow far behind.

Just to give myself some sense of mind.

Just, If

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Just in case you have not noticed

Just in case you paid no mind

I was wondering if it is too much of a waste of time.

I woke this morning, with our “lack” of a relationship, in my thoughts.

They encircled my dreams and turned me into a sad person.

The thought of you and I, brings nothing but doubt and suspicion

I think it to be a real act of fruition

Seems you are trying to ruin my day or something else

In all you lack to do or say.

I feel that you are in a race with your ownself

Seeing and compromising things in order to have full reigns

If this is a friendship, then I do not want it any more

I wish you had stayed on your side of life’s door

I get my hopes up and then they are crushed

You play the part of the underdog so well.

Have others thinking you are just swell.

I am the one who sees the other side of your self induced hell.

I see how you want to fit in, how you will not give an inch,though

To make the effort for a friendship, you say you want so.

I am the one who on numerous occasions asked and planned for a nice time out

With you, but you never have ever came through.

I now keep this doubt in the back of my head,

Often wondering if you are a person I should dread.

Just, if in case you have an incline of care

I really tried this whole time to be fair.

Just, if you turn to look behind yourself

You might find someone like me that tried to see you for you

Someone who really did not focus on your bad efforts and empty promises

Just, if you could  have separated your good and bad and shown more of the good

People would willingly be there,for you, if they could.

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Even After

 

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Even after all the pain

After all the rejection 

I would let you back in.

I would do it guarded and on high alert

But I would definitely try

Even after all the lies that you have told about me

After all those days I wished to be free

I would still sit with you

I would do it without apprehension but willingness.

But I would be reserved from your taking your advice.

Even after the loss of my happy teenage years

After all the hiding I had to do and the shame

I would let you know the “now” me

I would pray each day, so I could have courage to stand strong

But I will never willingly let you hurt me again.

Even after the rumors, the harm, the backstabbing

After everyone has formed their own opinions of me 

I would let you genuinely love me

I would prefer that you are humble

But I won’t beg you for none of this, ever.

Even after…

MwsR ❤

Smells, poem

 

The smells always get to me…

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Someone you are meeting for the very first time,

Lofting from a warmed up oven waiting for your food surprise.

Handshakes that were given at a cordial hello,

The scent from the lotion that the other person used so.

Something that has begun to spoil

When someone exercises and their bodies are hot

A windy day that blows past your nose

Drinking from water from rubber hoses.

Clothes fresh from the dryer

Your armpits after a lot of perspiring.

Savory food fresh from a grill

Someone’s mouth when they are real ill.

Paper from a printing machine

Things sometimes you can’t recognize or cannot be seen.

Flowers in bloom

And a straw broom.

Infections of all kinds

Things that never even crossed your mind.

Dirt from the earth below

Gifts of perfume, from people you know

Sniff and smell

Lots of different things as you can tell.

Too many to list

So much of them are bliss

Smell your world and wonder

Smell your life.

MwsR ❤

 

Death

One day there will be a time to die

That day will be one we must endure

The day will come when our life will try to make its great escape

When the only sound we really will be listening for

Will be the voices of those that we held dear.

Food we will not need  and it will be the least on our minds.

We will come to a point when nothing more will really matter

When the noise from death drowns out all the chatter.

A calmness will either be there or it will not

It will be out of our hands as we are soon to depart

People will come visit but to ease their own pain

It will appear that, they all are just vain

They will bring with them memories

Memories of a time you once participated in

A time when life seemed very special to them

You might see clearly or things could be cloudy,

But your ears will work and be on guarded detail

You will lie there, you will come in and out of dreams

Some faces you might not recognize, some people possibly you had never seen

A mirror will no longer tell you sweet lies

The bed will be your station, and on it you will lie.

An occasion touch or two directed towards you

An offer of some water, and the smell you caught of someone’s perfume.

It will be the most impersonal time,

The most strung out, lingering time.

Who will be there to see your last breaths

Will it be strangers in uniforms or family

I hope you won’t be lonely when it comes to your end

I hope you find yourself in the middle of family and friends

I hope your death will not be long and drawn out

I hope it is peaceful and in dignity you will die.

I wish this for all.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Mine

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The hurt is mine

It grows with each day that is absent of you

I know that it is my burden to bear.

Mine to endure, mine to keep it inside.

I feel sometimes in searching for answers to things, my heart will surely die.

Like a prisoner, I do time for things that I feel.

Things that make me feel like a human, like  “real”

I understand not everything has answers for an ailing mind

But somehow I thought answers I would one day find.

If I had known all my feelings would be swept into a forbidden corner,

One that no one cares about,

One that separates me from others for life…

To get inside certain packages, one must use a knife,

My feelings were inside,

It took time to get them opened up,

But it happened, despite my unbelief.

I will never be a closed up heart again,

But that does not mean my heart will mend.

I hurt, I feel so alone with it all.

My only answer to this insane is God.

He hears my cries, comforts my excruciating tries.

He lifts me up so I can see a new and different place to feel safe.

If he could let me borrow another heart, just once

I would let it display out loud and strongly.

I would not hide it, and let it crush me.

That is what I would do.

MwsR ❤