Wingsy's blog: "Poems"

Been spending my time thinking about what I’ve done, Reading through all those letters shoved aside and forgotten. Every letter a memory in time that a heart reached out crying for love’s return, A mistake perhaps or a laps in judgment. Knowing you took a chance and then set them free, Imagining each and every face looking back at you. Now as well as then your heart was hesitant, afraid, Growing closer only to pull back and say I’m sorry once again. Have I done the right thing? All this time you can’t help but think, maybe I was wrong. Burning anything that could have come before it began, It’s just me; I need some time to think. Time to work things out, Sounds simple at the time when things get complicated. Love such a scary concept to a heart such as mine, Imagining chain holding me back. Keeping me from spreading my wings and living my life, Eating up my personality and breaking me down. I'm sorry I hurt you, May love find you again someday. Breaking hearts seems to be my talent, Remember I didn’t mean it. Every word seemed to feel like the truth, And there meaning from the heart. Kind of hard to believe when your heart is breaking, I understand, but no one can break this habit. Need to just move on and forget about what we had, Grieving wont get you no where with this girl. Hold your head up high and march on to love another day, Every heart that crosses mine Are hearts that break in the end. Remember that when you come to love this heart of mine, Tough so it seems to be, but deep down this heart of mine is breaking to. So cry if you must but I would rather be alone then with the wrong man once again. Breaking habits like I’m breaking hearts 12-18-08 By: Wingsy This poem i did is different then the rest. If you look close the title of the poem goes down the left side of the poem.

It's wondrous what a hug can do A hug can cheer you when you're blue A hug can say, "I love you so," Or "hate to see you go" A hug is "welcom​e back again" and "great to see you, where've you been?" A hug can soothe a small childs pain, and bring a rainbow after rain A hug, there's just no doubt about it, we scarcely could live without it A hug delights and warms and charms, it must be why God gave us arms Hugs are great for fathers and mothers Sweet for sister, swell from brothers, and chances are your favorite aunts love 'em more than potted plants Kittens crave them, puppies love them, Heads of State are not above them A hug can break the language barrier and make travel so much merrier No need to fret about your store of them the more you give, the more there is of them So stretch those arms without delay and give someone a hug TODAY! (((I just wanted to point out that i did NOT write this poem. I found it and really really liked it. It did not have an author on it. but wanted to share it. )))

How does one fit words together to make you feel when you don’t want to feel at all? Scrambling up nonsense to invoke some kind of emotion. Taking what you thought you knew and twisting it to mean something else. Then somehow showing you, you were wrong after all. How can words come to mean so much, when you think they’ve been said with sincerity? Not just hearing what the words mean but having them touch your heart. Drawing you closer and closer to something you know is forbidden to you. Then leaving you standing there feeling a loss so deep it hurts. How does one ignore such words that have changed you life? Words that show you you’re alive when everything feels so empty. Moving you forward with hope and making you believe. Then making that hope feel like you can do anything if you just hold on. Yet how can one hold onto such hope when you know all hope is lost? When the source of those words are gone, leaving you feeling like they took a piece of you with them. Somehow changing the way you view the world and the people in it. Then hoping that in that one moment, in those last words there wasn’t a lie. ~Within the power of words~ 06-1-08 By: Wingsy

We sit at home and wonder why, Those we love are taken away. To fight in a war, For our freedom they put their lives on hold for. Staying up for days on end, Wondering when he’ll see his family again. Getting shot at as others are hit, yet keeps moving forward with thoughts of loved ones to keep his wits. Clutching the cross that hangs around his neck, As he prays for the loss of those who have given their lives. Hoping one day their loved ones can forgive him, For not doing more to save their sons and bring them back to them. Patrolling streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists, Hoping that when he goes home he won’t need a therapist. For dreams of those he's killed haunt his thought, while only remorse and forgiveness he has sought. Heavy gear is what he wears, The same thing for weeks on end yet he can’t waste the time to care. For the weapon he carries more important than his shirt, Must stay clean and out of the dirt. Hearing the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded, And realizes he’ll be held over an extra two months. GROUNDED Waits for the mail to see if there’s a letter, Holding it close as he smells his lover’s perfume. A picture of a baby with eyes so bright, Wondering if they’ll ever see him home to hold her tight. Seeing the innocent tortured and killed, Broken bodies lying all around. Thoughts of his life thinking it could be his own, And remembers why he’s fighting and hopes it will end soon. Taking the time he gets to call home, Making sure they know he’s alright as he tells them he‘ll be home soon. For his wife she sits praying God will grant her one last wish, For her husband and friends her wish be sent. That they're safe, And can be sent home before it’s too late. ~fighting for freedom~ 1/18/08 By: Wings

What do you do when fear consumes you? Do you tuck tail and run? Or do you stand your ground and put up a fight? What do you do when the one person you trusted most turns on you with an angry fist? Do you cower and take the blow? Or do you try to take your anger and do the same? These are questions I have been asking myself the past few days, When has it become too much? When your home is no longer the place you feel safe. When will enough be enough? When will you have been taken too far and driven over the edge of reason? When your life is suddenly consumed with fear that you may not see tomorrow’s light. The emptiness you had once felt inside suddenly not so important, But in the place of the emptiness the feeling of wanting to survive and live another day. The feeling that maybe just maybe you meant something to someone, That you have changed a life in some way, shape, or form. How do you put into words the way it feels to be so afraid you can’t sleep? How do you push aside your fear so you can go on the next day? Life seems so important now, like suddenly it has a meaning. How do you forgive and go on with your life like nothing happened? How do you forget the fear that you hold in your heart that one day you may feel it again? I’ve always thought life was too short to live with regrets. Now that I can how do I see past this fear of falling again? ~Forgive or Forget~ 3/6/08 By: Wings

I cry for no one, Though I grieve for many. I Live for no one, Though I Live to be me. I'll die for no one, Though I'd die for a moment. I change for no one, Though I'd change the world. Take only who I am, See only who I have become. I am who I am, Take me... or leave me. ~Take me or leave me~ 8-1-08 By: Wings