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Broken/ Poem by MwsR

Often times I see people down on their luck, or people who feel so frustrated with their life, that they need someone to notice and lend them some help or word of encouragement. I know that all too often this life can be hard, it can be tough and we have to pick our own selves up sometimes, because frankly, no one else really will or maybe they can’t.

Letting ourselves be human, letting ourselves have bad days is just living life. It is okay to feel sad, sometimes, just don’t stay sad forever.

The key is to believe there will be better days, there is someone who will love you and understand you.

Give life and people a chance.

Michelle ❤

Twisted and still struggling

Trying to find just where I really am at in this life

Sometimes I cry because it is so frustrating

Yet I carry on,

First one day , then another

There are times when I feel I am just holding on,

I crawl if I have to

Pretend to be just fine

But others cannot open me up and look on the inside

They get what I portray

Often time it drives them away

No help do they offer

Even if they could help I think it would just vanish as soon as it came

Why does this feel like a game, always

I know they mean well, yet they sometimes come off wrong

I think trying to understand what their true intentions are is hard

Hopeless I continue, why is that?

I must admit there is not much satisfaction

Gah, I feel so very tired, yet I want to live

I want to know what it is that I think I am going to miss.

Okay, maybe I am just fooling myself

Maybe there is no right only wrong with me,

I think somewhere I quit believing in what I could not see

I think sometimes I am just broken

I want to trust,

I want to feel

I want to be happy , for real.

It is me who isn’t letting these things happen,

Me, who is lost and who knows maybe I don’t know how to be found

Who cares what I want,

Who cares anymore when I cry.

They think I should just get over things

Let by gones pass on by.

Wow, when I re-read what I write

I know that I am broken, that is a definite, not a “might”.

But aren’t we all broken?

Don’t we all lose ourselves while trying to stick things out

Trying to go forward in the hardship, despite the hardship

I think it is true.

I think feeling broken, means life has been true.

True to every reaction for every action

Broken does not mean you don’t function

It does not mean you are not good.

But will anyone else know that?

Will anyone look beyond your exterior to see all that?

That is left up to interpretation…

MwsR ❤

Stay For a While/ poem share

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STAY For A While

The sky can turn dark

Just like a person’s heart.

The eyes can get damaged looking for blue.

Even if there, it still seems to be true.

Excitement can be fading

Just like a story sometimes does when it keeps replaying.

To think too much about that person gives that person too much power

That’s not how anyone wants it to be, even if it means being belittled or having to cower.

If we were meant to get damaged looking for joy

There would be so many damaged and nothing left to enjoy.

When searching, search for consistency

Then there will be no mystery.

In looking above, remember your footing

It is there that is important.

Try to look around as well

Remember it’s not the journey but how well you can tell

What truly makes you smile

And will actually stay for a while.

Thunder and Lightning/ poem share

She was never fond of thunder

Loved lightning only from a far distance

Yet he was like both thunder and lightning.

Strong and poignant

Reckless and sure

His love became her cure.

Only one thing would light up her heart.

It had been him right from the start.

More passionate than tame

He was the fire to her flame.

Inhibited with him she’d be

Even giving up her chance to be free.

It was him and her

The ultimate “we”,

Until that summer late January.

He was on his way to work

He cut his wrist, the blood started to squirt.

He had played with his knife on many of days,

Maybe he shouldn’t of drifted in the way

The semi didn’t see him in time

He lost control and then jack knifed.

The impact was hard as stone

From the lips of a cop, she was suddenly alone.

No more thunder,

No lighting bolts asunder

She couldn’t find her own strength anymore,

Instead she just collapsed upon the floor.

She lost her heart and then her life

If only, he hadn’t opened his knife!

MwsR ❤

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Place With No Faces/Poem share by MwsR

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once there was an active place

despite the fact, no one saw another’s face

it really did not seem to matter

everyone seemed crazy, like the Mad Hatter

working away in blindness without a face

inhabited by a special race

it did not matter, it was their normal

although normal was strangely a slight

curious why no one had their sight?

so everyone would be equal

no falsehood, no pretense at all

crazy was their normal, they were free

normal was because they really could not see

what a peculiar but equal place to be

Daily/poem share,MwsR

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Like feet beating down

I feel constant pressure always,circling around

Like taking care of a lot of folks

That should really be something in a passing joke

It is hard enough taking care of me

I find no comfort or self release.

Wicked obsession with getting things done

Have rooted me down and made it all so cumbersome.

The logical way to alleviate this

Is I must require, no I must insist

That others take it upon their own self

To work out their issues, that cause them distress.

I cannot be their “puppet” anymore

I see myself headed towards a one way door.

Their reckless shurking of daily chores

Gives me often, so much more.

It isn’t my deal, nor is it really fair

I don’t want to despair

I still care,

But I need release of the daily tasks,

I wish someone else would get off their a**.

Daisy/Poem by MwsR

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As a child you were amazing in your place.

I did not look far to see your grace.

You had all kinds of detail, all interlaced.

That you seemed to share .

If I went for a walk, you seemed to be there.

Walking in the shadow of your gentleness

I saw my own imperfections.

It was a kind reminder

That untouched, you can continue to grow

Undaunted by things and knowledge, that, you never had to know.

Precious for the time you stay around

Much comfort in you, I found.

You soon become my favorite kind

My heart when looking on you, did shine,

A few times I have made you mine.

Carried you on my earlobe and placed you in a vase.

With you, come so many memories, time can’t erase.

Glad to have you and you can call me crazy,

My adoration for you, Daisy.

Imagine/Poem By MwsR

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Imagine you are just shy of turning 13

You are thinking of things you want to get for your birthday that’s coming up

A certain someone comes to you one hot summer day

They express that they like the way that you look

Explaining that you are beautiful and fill your sun suit just right.

You feel weird inside,

Something in those words make you queasy

You feel a sense of running away.

Inside your head you are crying in fear

You know what he meant when he said what he said.

Imagine having to hide from your parent

Wishing they would go and never come back

The way that they talked to you, every move that they took

Made you so sick, you wanted to puke.

The torment you feel for being a female

For having grown up from an adolescent child

The unfairness of the whole thing

The wanting to tell someone but fearing the outcome

Wanting to disfigure yourself so you would look ugly

Because then he would be interested.

Imagine having to tell a person goodnight in the dark

Not having any way of escaping the grabs, the touches

Having to show respect to someone who should have none.

Being alone in a pitch black room,

Hoping he would fall asleep soon.

Screaming in your head while you approach him in his bedroom.

It was too horrible to explain

Too demeaning and hurtful in every way.

My abstinence helped me

Kept that ultimate stain away

But the efforts that he made towards me,

Have left me permanently “blind”.

Imagine being the only one who believed you,

Who helped you and did not give up on you.

That was me, myself and I.

I kept myself whole physically,

Although matters of my heart were damaged.

It is a terrible place to be

A place with so much vulnerability.

Never again,

At least not with me

That type of sin will not touch my heart again.

Imagine a world where things are as they should be

Where a person loves another in the right ways

Where no one gets hurt, no deed goes unpunished

Everyone can have total control of their life.

That is a world I want to live in,

A world where a kid can be a kid

Where everyone is loved genuinely.

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