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Instant/Poem/By MwsR

Instant

In an instant you were gone
Everything that happened went all wrong.
I think about you when I hear certain songs.
You were a chance that I was given
You gave me life, so I could start living.
It was without giving.
I was lost from the time you said goodbye
So many things I wanted to try
Things with you, I cannot lie.
You always felt like a dream
I really didn’t have anything real, it would seem.
Wondering why, why me.
How did you do it?
Go on with your life and not give a shit.
I couldn’t, never did, I felt split.
In an instant my life changed once again.
You died, and we never truly began.1057248_1280x720

 

Quote

  “Someone who hates one group will end up hating everyone – and, ultimately, hating himself or herself.”

― Elie Wiesel 

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Dad,poem

DAD, my first guy

Pictures are all I have

They are like a wound with a little salve.

You are and always will be

The very core part of me.

I know you existed I see and hear about it all.

I just wish you were still here for me to call.

Often you are in my head

I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.

If one little wish I was able to make

It might be to see you, you know before the ache.

Dads are more than a name we give,

They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.

I never got to have that with you

I often think about what if’s and it makes me blue.

Others get to call up their dads and talk

Some get to spend time with them and go for walks

I get to ponder and wonder a lot

About what I have and what I do not.

It is not your fault I am sure you would had stayed

But that wasn’t how your life was played.

Taken too soon from this earth and from your family

The ones who loved you and made you happy.

I guess some things never come to be

Like my wish for you to had known me.

Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you

And carrying on about the days that we went through.

It’s a good thing memories come around

Because that’s all some have, when their hearts start to frown.

Dad, I know if you knew me

You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.

You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,

After all you were my first guy.

The Most Of It – Poem by Robert Frost

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
Robert Frost

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Don’t even

Don’t tell me how to feel or how to be

There is certain complicated parts to me.

I do not think it is your business and I am not looking for approval.

I spent my younger days worrying about that

What people thought when they looked at me

There is a certain stance people like to take,

They are all a bunch that’s filled with a whole lot of fake.

I see they have nothing better to do

Maybe I should pose to them a question or two.maxresdefault

“Do you act this way at home? or

“Is this reason why you are so alone?

I don’t think they would like me to

That is why instead I choose to talk with just a few.

A few of the best un-judgemental people I’ve met/

There is something special when people just accept you

Your flaws and faults, to name a few

Something that lasts when things make a mess of your life

There is a few who will stand by your side.

Don’t even pretend to understand all I have written

You probably think I am reading someone else’s notes.

Look at your life, and

See if you fit there

There is no more room for you in mine, so beware

I am done, finished , and through with it all

So long, see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya.

                                                                MwsR ❤

In the end

In the end will there be peace

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Maybe I should beg while on my knees.

I feel this pressure from above

To take care of those I love.

The need is like none else.

It starts somewhere deep inside myself.

I wish to be close and thought of often

Not left out or forgotten

I hope to have the best of days

Just to heal or mend

I want this all before the END.

                                                MwsR ❤

 

When

Waiting for so long with so much in between the wait, the blinks.

Trembling in anticipation but afraid to make final contact.

Just once she wanted the things she wished for.

That happily ever after she dreamed of.

Trudging through each day barely making sense of it all

Was she living in a dream or was she just that small?

Bartering for every second chance she ever had

Holding tight to what made her glad.

Restless was her soul and mind

She knew one day she would finally matter.

Or would she?

After all it was not her fault she was uprooted

Taken away from her heritage, her blood.

People acted as if she was not much

Just some burden that they really had to watch.

Her aspirations turned into dust when she was torn between an angering hearts rust.

Years went by as they still do

Couldn’t recall but only a few, when she let her soul and mind rest.

For she was constantly weeding out the un-important from the best.

Not that there was an over abundance of that.

Her “when” just got up one day and left her, it would seem

Because they are crumbled somewhere between real and her dreams.

Mws R

 

Onward… my poem

Onward


No going back,

Not anymore.

No tracing steps that led to the broken doors.

Heart can’t rebuild from what lies behind

I think I have tortured enough, my mind.

This is just a small fraction, I need to stay blind.

Head up ,no bowing, no more

None of us are perfect, not anymore.

Once we were babies , that is when we could explore.

Not today, not at our age

There is always going to be resentment and rage.

It is like we all are performers and life is the stage.

Whatever lies ahead

Let it be kind, with nothing for us to dread.

Always remember the worst thoughts start  in our own heads.

Trembling like a kid being punished

That is not what or how it should be , that’s rubbish.

We should be empowered not told to hush.

Again, no one is perfect, no one is above

We all survive,  with heartaches and love

We all strive to make it, to the great above.

I say , “Onward”

Let’s move forward.