Tag: Thoughts

Identity, my thoughts, MwsR

There are those born into an identity.

Then there are those born without one.

The ones without one search for one they think they should have.

The ones born with an identity think their choices and lot in life is already chosen for them.

What one has , the other does not.

The one without identity at birth, have an opportunity to make their own. They have no real “limits” to whom they can be.

Which one is worse off? Which one had it made?

Both suffer, but both have the ability to change their own identities any time they wish.

The task in doing so will certainly be different for them, but the outcome the same.

They will have taken control of their own life and given it the identity of their choosing.

MwsR ❤

MwsR Sayings

To allow yourself to be loved, truly, you have to allow yourself to be  somewhat vulnerable.

It does not mean you surrender, just that you are open  to feeling, receiving, and reciprocating affectionate love.

Accept love.

MwsR ❤

Poem

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Long ago, I knew my life was not completely my own

Faultless I was not 

But that was okay

We are made to play in the games of life,

Despite our will fighting against that

If I were faultless it would be a mistake 

So I end up playing with my faculties in tact

Sometimes I stumble and take a quick look back

But that is not the most consuming of my life

It is when I want something that I am not to own

Like say, those that I loved in my lifetime

Those who I am now without

The ones who made me what and who I am

Those who would rather be a ghost in my life now

So see my life is stuck, kind of in a bind

Hinged upon those people in my mind

Life will not be my own until I release 

The overbearing, lingering memories, and the real

Thoughts, that in this poem I spilt.

MwsR ❤

My poem/ Strings

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Like a storm from out of nowhere

Drifting away like a dream or stare.

More scattered than the grains of sand

But finding common ground to stand.

Troubles thicker than molasses

Smears that collect upon the glasses.

Too much sometimes

Too little I find.

Promises that prick you like roses

People that will leave you in droves.

Lies without guilt

Steamy words from upon their lips.

I’m insignificant

Though I feel transparent.

Walking always, somewhere

But heading nowhere.

Jokes are about me

But I’m not laughing, you see.

Thoughts are for the things that matter

Not for hearts to shatter.

But can’t make it go

Can’t, you know?

Life and love intermingle

Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.

Forward just one time

Backwards, when it tries to unwind.

Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts

MwsR

Think / Poem by MwsR

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I stare out through my kitchen window

My mind is trying to register what my eyes already know

I can’t look as far as I once use to, my eyes have  a astigmatism now

I use to see for yards and yards away,

But not today.

But not anymore.

Yet, I am thankful that I have my eye sight still

There are others who do not.

 

As I drink my coffee this morning

My memory takes me down a path, I long ago was on.

Where things were all wrong

Where I did not matter to those closest to me

I sigh for a moment right before the thoughts escape me

I say to myself”I am not that person anymore”,

I have those that want me and love me, now.

Today, I am thankful for those who tolerate me

Those that have stayed around.

 

As I sit her and type away on my laptop,

While keeping an ear at to listen for my grandkids’ movements

I realize how much time has flown right by without me noticing.

The numerous times that I was not fully paying attention to

The special times that I had yet to see then,

I am realizing are now gone.

I am so much older than I ever was in my thoughts

I really hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Yet, I am thankful for the years I have been alive,

For seeing the sun and the moon rise

Having been blessed is what I have been

Now that’s the best message to convey, here at the END.

Writing, babbling, about Love!

 

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Inside all of us is the need to be loved or appreciated. It is true, you know. We all need it it gives us a connection, some type of place to belong.

I feel really sad for those who have never heard, “I love you”. Those who crave it yet never get their fill. Love can be complicated and it most certainly can make fools of us all too. It is in touch, feeling, sense and sensations. It is wide or narrow, it can stretch enough to go around to each individual in our world.

What is so hard about saying “I love you?” I think that is different for every situation. Why can a mother carry a child for nine months and then give birth and how can she not feel love for that child? What about the kid who never has been hugged? That in my book is simply atrocious. It should never be.

Complicated love, twisted love, one-sided love, mistaken love, these are just some examples of the kinds of love. You also have true love, sincere love, honest love, devoted love and forever love. I would much rather have the latter group. Wouldn’t you?

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Heck, I don’t know why I decided to write about love, and connection and a place to belong. Probably chalk it up to some rantings of  person who thinks love is a key to almost all things worth experiencing or feeling. It can change people’s lives and melt the coldest heart. I have seen love take a person who almost ended their own life, and helped them become whole again. Love is so magical and so strong.

Living is not worth a darn if you have no love in it. It could be as simple as loving a pet, a  place, or a thing. It does not necessarily have to be two people to have love. I have loved many pets, things and stuff in my life as I know you have to.

If you have never been told, “I love you”, I am deeply sorry. If you have never known real love, unconditional love, I am heartbroken for you. Allow yourself to know love, to feel love, to give love and receive it.

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Love ❤

You can have faith, hope, and love, as Jesus said, but the greatest of these is LOVE.

Let’s go out there and love , PEOPLE!

MwsR ❤

 

Love/thoughts from me

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I  have always thought love was something that had to be shared between the love and loved.. I thought fairy tales were for dreamers. Seems though that is not true. You can love something or someone and never ever really get their love in return. It is possible to dream and for it to come true, and that does not mean it is a fairytale of magical means, but of earthly things.

As a kid I knew that I was a lover of things. I loved my dolls and stuffed animals as if they were real. I loved little bugs, and little leaves from a tree. I also loved objects that I came across, like a rock or a petal. To me anything that was present on this planet was something to love. I often see my little girl self in my adult self today. I do still love and although my love has been battered and broken at times, I still have the capacity to really love.

You can actually find me outside looking at birds with admiration, perhaps bending down to talk with a bug. If you are really sneaky you would see me talking to trees or the wind as it blows. I am not crazy, just I really love.  Love has never been limited to people for me. I love all my animals I keep as my pets. I love little bees that fly from flower top to flower top. I love the feel of a soft blanket on my feet, these are things I love and they are like a special treat.

Human love I have is so much of the other love I have. I see myself going out of my way to make another in my life feel okay. I find myself trying to put myself last, just so someone I love can have it better than me. That is just one way i love those around me. For me to love a human, I need to feel free to, if it is pushed on me, it will not last. I get burdened down and my love will not last. It needs to be selfless , the way that I love.

The hard part of love for me is loving myself. I am my own self’s worst critic. I do not really know how to love every part of me, I only wish I could. I find the hardest thing is letting someone else love me too. I am not good at that at all. Sadly I know that it is best to learn to love all of me before I can really ever truly love another, but I argue that as best I can. I think you can love another without really ever truly loving yourself. I have done it my whole lifetime. To me loving another thing or person is way easier than loving me.

Sure, there are things I love about myself. I love how I love, lol. I love how much I continue to believe and hope in things even when they have let me down. I love how caring and kind I can be to others that might not give a darn about me. I love how my eyes are, my skin, my freckles, and my smile. There are lots I have to give, lots I bring to the table. I am who I am because of the lack of love I received and the amount of love I was given. It took a whole lot to come up with me, I am sure. Lol

If there is one thing in this world I would want for anyone, anything, it would be LOVE.

Is love not good? It is strong, it is uplifting. Love is kind and forgiving. Love is wonderful and our greatest hurt. Love is what we make of it and what we give. I just love talking about love. If we have faith, hope and love, the greatest will always be love.

Love ❤

Thanks for reading!

MwsR<3