Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.
Change is Good
Are you single and in the middle of your life? You may wonder what you did wrong to be so alone? Well, I too have had many thoughts as these, but lately I finally feel a bit of relief. I haven't thought too much about being by myself without a companion. Instead, I find myself wondering if I actually do become lucky enough to find someone compatible with me, would I even like to be in a relationship at this point in my life? Obviously, I have had bad luck relationships, and I definitely would not want those type back, so it's a bit scary to think about trying again. The older I get, the more I move away from the idea of finding love.
However, I do believe it will creep back up on me someday. I will inevitably see a couple that seemingly have had a beautiful life together and wonder if I'm missing something; something that I never experienced before? Asking myself if I'm giving up on love too early? Could there actually be a Romeo for me?
These poems I wrote are not feelings I have had of late. They are emotions that I have felt from my past. The part of me that tried to make a life with another, and never quite could get it to work. I have no excuse why it didn't. I feel just boredom maybe? And in that way, I grew to feel that I wasn't truly loved. Of course, I felt the sting of the abandonment. I was always the one to be left, and yes; I thought I was in love, but in time, I always felt a sense of relief that it ended. I unfailingly always come to understand I tried too hard, and since I tried so unyielding, it wasn't making me happy, and in that way, it was not really a loving relationship for me. In a weird way, I was thankful to my exes for leaving. I'm not sure I would have ever given up, but just because I was living within a delusional state.
These poems, are once again, ways I have felt, and hopefully will never feel again. I don't want anymore of this type of despair and anguish at this point in my life. As you can tell, that kind of feeling sticks with you, it never leaves. So, I've decided to write these things out as I always do. This time, I was extremely happy as I wrote these poems, because I certainly remember how these types of emotions made me feel, and to be able to write a poem with just memories of emotions instead of feeling them; It was a nice change for me. The question now would be; was my creativity still good as I wrote out emotions I do not have right now, or do my poems sound better written as a relatable experience that I'm having at the moment? You may answer that question in the poll I post beside one of my poems. Happy reading!! :)
Klexos; The Art of Dwelling on The Past
Love or Lust? A list from Psychologytoday.com
SIGNS OF LUST
- You're totally focused on a person's looks and body.
- You're interested in having sex, but not in having conversations.
- You'd rather keep the relationship on a fantasy level, not discuss real feelings.
- You want to leave soon after sex rather than cuddling or breakfast the next morning.
- You are lovers, but not friends.
SIGNS OF LOVE
- You want to spend quality time together other than sex.
- You get lost in conversations and forget about the hours passing.
- You want to honestly listen to each other's feelings, make each other happy.
- He or she motivates you to be a better person.
- You want to get to meet his or her family and friends.
Gone Is His Love
It’s so sad though, I wanted
to love someone unconditional.
Eventually, he didn’t want that
from me, and it was extremely
hard, but I set him free.
If it happens to you, open the
cage of your heart; let them
out, but don’t ever believe
the lies that they may come
Even if they try, it’s not the
same, they are merely desperate
for attention you see...
It becomes a rhyme to where
there’s no reason, just inconsiderate
and selfish human decision.
So, do what I do, and cry it all out,
then continue on with your life, and
realize wisdom has come about.
Be brave, be thankful, and be willing
to let go; don’t pretend it’s not
hard, but never let them walk away
with your soul.
A Lover's Plea
I miss. I miss, a beggar's bliss, of
attention and words so remiss.
Talk to me again, help me see; that
the parting of us was meant to be.
It’s hard. It's so hard; to explore my
mind, and find those memories I
must now leave behind.
As days go by I fall into my bed,
grabbing pillows to cover my head.
Go away. go far away; if we cannot
be, I need this despair to forever
I can’t seem to stop, but I know I
must; I have to accept that I was
Darkness still falls; daylight still
breaks, but without him, my life
remains in a state of disgrace.
I had a dream, and it wasn’t
me embraced in your arms. It
was you letting me go.
I fell back in a black hole. Down,
Down, down, I go…
emotion choked; I woke up, sweating
the truth, and feeling so rough.
My mind was reeling from the shatter
of my dreams. How did I let this lie
happen to me…
dropped again, a porcelain doll breaks,
and the glue cannot keep fixing her
Year after year the cracks become more.
Why can’t she just be happy alone to