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Poem

Aware by MwsR (POEM BASED ON LIFE REALLY)

I’m so tired of trying
So much like a gun that’s through firing.
I have the capabilities to do more,
It just isn’t worth all the allure.
Maybe it was a trial run, or a possible misfire
Maybe my emotions are a liar.
Need me, only in case of emergency
It can’t be that me anymore, you see!
I’ve done all I desire to do
Remember it wasn’t me but you.
There is a power shift now
I’m taking over, someway, somehow.
Better if you look for another opportunity
Because I’m putting you away for my sanity.
I won’t get played any more
See we have already been here, in this predicament before.
It’s nothing that it is the way it is
Just one to just dismiss.
There I said it, now you know
Don’t come to me unless you can show
What it means to say you care.
It’s more than words, you should be made aware.

Poem

Real by MwsR

Just like a song

You’re playing your life

All wrong.

Never happy

Never satisfied

No, I’m not being sappy!

In an instant

Your life here was no more

That day you were persistent.

You chose to run

I tried to stop you

But it had only just begun.

A hole inside me

Where once you were

Your choice, you see.

Moving on

Staying still

A different pawn

Choices we make

Can bend us or be all too much

Try being real now…not fake.

Standing in decisions

Means getting dirty sometimes

Stitching up a life means first cleaning the incisions.

Sometimes it’s in following dreams

You forget to fix the holes

Never fully fixing it, it seems.

Let the rest of it

Be real, not a mimic

So you’ll have a life you fit.

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Poem

Real by MwsR

Just like a song
You’re playing your life
All wrong.
Never happy
Never satisfied
No, I’m not being sappy!
In an instant
Your life here was no more
That day you were persistent.
You chose to run
I tried to stop you
But it had only just begun.
A hole inside me
Where once you were
Your choice, you see.
Moving on
Staying still
A different pawn
Choices we make
Can bend us or be all too much
Try being real now…not fake.
Standing in decisions
Means getting dirty sometimes
Stitching up a life means first cleaning the incisions.
Sometimes it’s in following dreams
You forget to fix the holes
Never fully fixing it, it seems.
Let the rest of it
Be real, not a mimic
So you’ll have a life you fit.

Tiny Bubble/Poem by MwsR

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Oh!to live in a tiny bubble

One void of conflicts and defeat

There would be no misery there

Only standing on one’s feet.

 

Happiness would be the choice,

On how to be, most of the day

Not many would wish anything else

There would be no reaper to pay.

 

Time would be endless

Things would live in harmony

In this tiny bubble

You would have no enemy.

 

That is just a falsified dream

Nothing can be that great

It is in real life we really live

Not clinging to the one that’s fake.

 

Tiny bubbles are great and all

But that is not realistic and real

Instead one must create those ideals

One must react and feel.

 

MwsR ❤