"renee" poems
He woke this morning
Another night of her dreams
He glanced into the mirror
She’s not real it seems
Society unknowingly accepts
The image presented
Unaware of the damage
Being self-inflicted
He hides her for fear of rejection
She battles for her reflection.
____________________
Michelle Renee Milford
Nov. 2014
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Why be a Counselor?
“Why be a counselor?” People often ask of me.
“The pay isn’t high, and the paperwork is beyond belief.
The stress you must have, dealing with people’s problems all day”.
So, I look at them, and I try, my best to explain.
“The pay won’t make me rich, you are right about that.
The paperwork's insane, and we always need more staff.
Yes, people come to me with a lot to explain.
From broken homes, trauma, and unimaginable pain.
But you asked, “Why be a Counselor?” so let me share with you.
Why I continue, to do what I do.
It’s the light in people’s eyes, when they first find that hope.
When they empower themselves, and finally learn to cope.
It’s watching them find a new life, one they actually want to live.
It’s the joy of the families, as they reunite and forgive.
It’s that one day you wonder, “am I really making a difference in what I do?”
Then your email reads; “I am happy and well, and I want to thank you.”
“That’s when you know…” I say with a tear…
“There could not be, a more rewarding career”.
-Monique Renee Smith
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Not same am I Renee
Same sane not, who is this Renee know do not know of
Humanism does define Renees sum up sort of
Her travels though this life doe not contain great lies
Unheard voice leaves it’s messages in depth when least expect
If you’re wishing to seek who’s Renee to who you speak
Take a seat , learn to breathe
Repeat after me
Woo-saaaaa ,
woo-saaa
Light shutted sight in follow for seconds
Enjoy the earth from your surrounds
Talk little out loud , beginning with name of whom you seek
Desire to hear the message from your head
All ears. You’re pretty clear
I’m near
Renee that remain with depth
Stayed with true care
Rooting for you to have the very best that which whatever you define it to be
You mean more to me
To scare me off or cause fear
I am not lost
Or scared to seek beyond
Just here for here
Whenever you may seek or be need
Don’t be prideful
The Renee you do not know
The Renee you know of from once
They both and other forms , do not judge
Purely goldly just love .
*nudge *
Stay up
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
I wake up thinking of ways to entertain her and please her within the spectrum our existence. even through all the flaws and setbacks I have yet to accomplish or obtain any mastery of loving or living her what's so to speaking of her. I want to be her morning breath. I want to be that first cigarette a smoker who has smoke for 10 years has in the morning. That first pull. That first inhale that first exhale. I want to be that sudden change that urge to quit. Yet the same reason she can't turn away. somehow I still struggle with the mastery and the ability to obtain the way of loving her entire being
renee.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I saw her on Halloween
She was wearing Snow White
It makes her look like a teen
She's just full of delight
She's looking like a beauty queen.
Her smile was shining
Like the full moonlight
Her mood was charming
In Snow White
It's for Halloween.
I have seen my friend, Willow
In white, black, blue, red and yellow
Snow White made her colorful
And she opened the window
looking for Halloween.
Renee's at her room
Looks like a broom
She's smiling at afternoon
Likes a silver moon
Happy Halloween
Happy Halloween
Enjoy the Halloween Night.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
I wake up thinking of ways to entertain her and please her within the spectrum our existence. even through all the flaws and setbacks I have yet to accomplish or obtain any mastery of loving or living her what's so to speaking of her. I want to be her morning breath. I want to be that first cigarette a smoker who has smoke for 10 years has in the morning. That first pull. That first inhale that first exhale. I want to be that sudden change that urge to quit. Yet the same reason she can't turn away. somehow I still struggle with the mastery and the ability to obtain the way of loving her entire being
renee.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
This poor girl, she completely had it coming!
Even I have to admit that the ending was stunning….
Ladies & Gentleman! Boys & Girls!
Pay close attention and the lessons are yours….
A casting call for a play that he advertised
Renee leaving her guard down stopped in and applied.
With compassion shown, He convinced her to stay for a while.
Renee, so naive, believed him because she loved the way that he made her smile.
Renee saw the sadness and pain that he could not disguise
She trusted his role, He will bring a tear to all of the audience’s eyes.
Renee took the role from His story to heart. Meanwhile; she did not notice her own life began to fall
She cried for Him to help her, but he said he was too busy preparing for the Masquerade Ball.
There she goes again! Renee is following her heart, has she COMPLETELY forgot?
This is where I had to step in to protect her and show her the plot!
I have warned Renee in the past so I reminded her
When you start to care, history show’s it is your heart you despair!
I thumbed through the script & there He wrote on the last page….
At the end of his story, Renee ended up alone on the stage.
A ****** up tragedy for Renee’s character,
She put a dagger to her heart and her blood poured on the floor.
When Renee read this scene, she did not know what to do…
So I yelled at Him….
“SHE FINALLY LOVED AGAIN! SHE TRUSTED HER HEART WITH YOU!”
She insisted on believing Him…. God! This girl does not have a clue!
I had to stop her from this mistake, so I grabbed her and choked her until she turned blue.
I have kept her hidden, That is, until today,
Bound, gagged, & tied, because she cannot take the pain when she gives her heart away.
Sadly, we all know how this story will end…
I killed her so Renee’s heart would start to mend.
She fought me so hard; this girl said she knew love,
Nevertheless, I knew she could not handle it, so I watched her soul rise above.
**** Love, **** Hope, **** Trust and **** YOU!
Renee’s Dying words were “But my love for him was true!”
THE END
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
I wake up thinking of ways to entertain her and please her within the spectrum our existence. even through all the flaws and setbacks I have yet to accomplish or obtain any mastery of loving or living her what's so to speaking of her. I want to be her morning breath. I want to be that first cigarette a smoker who has smoke for 10 years has in the morning. That first pull. That first inhale that first exhale. I want to be that sudden change that urge to quit. Yet the same reason she can't turn away. somehow I still struggle with the mastery and the ability to obtain the way of loving her entire being
renee.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
There once was a girl named Renee
She never knew what to say
When people come near
She shrinks back in fear
Of the ridicule they send her way
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
In my life i have learned to accept the fact that i will never find happiness , i've learned to accept that all always be alone , an i will never have a childhood friend or even a true friend , i accept that i will never trust anyone an always feel out of place , i accept that my innocents was taken from me from the start an in my 21 years of being here i was just filled with false hope which turned into a heart filled of doubt. i accept that my childhood dreams where just makebelive ,an that my mother really should have aborted me ...because all i became was MY MOTHER'S DISASTER ...........
WRITTEN BY :
Ashleigh Renee Todd.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 12:29 AM UTC
August 29, 2011
Sorrow's Formation
Sorrow's Formation
The Source of sorrow bears a treacherous form
Morose with such a solemn look
Deep disdain for those who keep
Misery for what past blows they took
And so despise the countless hours where lay
Some soulful feat to come what may;
And trespass through the broken gates
Where sorrow dwells and lies and waits.
Awaken all! Redemption's near.
Bring along hope that won't borrow fear.
Hypnotic realms we trespass on
Seek to tatter our dreams before the dawn.
Sweet embrace of tender light,
I look up to see your face;
To brighten up with warm delight
And leave the gloom without a trace.
Malea Renee Miller
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 7:54 AM UTC
Sometimes in the darkness when I'm doing my nightly cries
I think about that day
that you passed away
and then I'm saddened because I can't recall our last words
and then I'm saddened even more because no one's ever told me yours.
I often shed the most tears
because you were the main person supporting me through all these years
constantly asking me and wanting to know about school
I smile, then I think..I don't remember the last time I told you I loved you.
I was once told that the only way out is through
but I don't know how to get myself to stop missing you.
every reminder of your presence brings on a memory and every memory brings out the tears
but I'm ready to switch gears
almost a year later and it still hurts and I'm not sure how to feel
my soul is torn and I'm not sure how to heal
you were apart of me and you will always will be
I always imagine that moment when dad told you "her name is gonna be Ciarra Renee, the middle one like yours see"
when I fill out forms or have to say my middle name
I'm constantly reminded that you're probably the reason I'm a little bit insane
and also that you are an inspiration to me & didn't die in vain
all these things because of you, I was blessed enough to gain
I wish I could've repaid you
or express to you how much I appreciate you
God or someone must really love me, to give you to us for a whole 6 decades..
and no matter how long you're gone, your memory will never fade.
tears in my eyes as I write this, I wonder how proud you would be of my grades
I hope you all hear the strength I'm my voice, when I say
that sometimes I'm not okay, and that's okay
because,
I miss your warmth, more than a baby misses it's mothers..like a niece misses her favorite aunts
to have you back I would put aside my desires and my wants
but as the universe loves to remind me every birthday holiday or live event, you're not
so before i repress my
Feelings and tell myself to stop
I want you to know if you're out there that I love you more than the sea loves to kiss the shorline
and that to me you did not die
but just became a greater part of me.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
I stayed inside most of today
And watched Netflix
Somehow, as soon as I envisioned you as Colin Firth
In Bridgette Jones's Diary,
I couldn't help but think
"Am I your Renee Zelweger?"
I certainly ramble a lot
And say things I end up regretting
I don't make sense sometimes
I do silly things
I get into uncomfortable situations a lot
I certainly believe that I embarrassed you as well
But we didn't end up together
Like Mark and Bridgette
Every time he kissed her
My toes would tingle
As I remembered the way you kissed me
And when they went to bed together
I remembered things about you I have tried hard to forget
You are my Mark
And I used to be your Bridgette Jones
But I am not her anymore
You have a new girlfriend
But she is more like a lost puppy
Than your leading lady
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
renoir black canvas crook bag after breaks apart and drifts a nothing warmth o’v the carpet open drapes renoir contemplating death //closed loop: <over> <over> <over> <over>// renee skirts breaks brittle dash ******* blood flesh **** all down the road [schizophrenic laughter as i bleed into my dead phone] and pieces of light opening scattering—no end! no end! no end! no end! no end!—holding her hand keep the wetness out the pieces of hair the cold sprawl the hollowed bones the old tradition the new teeth (across the road children gather and renee breaks into sobs uncontrollably); now Y2K turned and renee tucks a golden coin so deep into the ER room barely breathing first with asthma now renoir.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
When the vaults of Heaven
Let go of that one,
Fateful star:
The skies leapt at her arrival
The air beckoned her ever on
& The winds carried her forward
So that she may never fall,
And so she soared:
Dancing round Earth's icy poles
Skirting the ancient tree tops
& Laughing among mountain peaks
At last She spiralled down the sleepy valley
That opens upon the sea...
There, o'er the deep fathomless surface
Containing its portion of the cosmic wild,
She crept forward
To see her reflection fly
Moving in unison
with waves swifting mild:
And in it revealed
The face of a Child
Tiny features, innocent grace
Yet an unspoken yearning,
A longing in her face:
For her eyes told a story
No words ever conveyed,
Her eyes told a story
Wrapped in a blanket of tears,
Her eyes revealing a story
Untouched by the passing of years...
And her eyes lifted to Heaven
And the rain drops soon came,
Her gaze steadfast towards Father
Mixed the celestial water, with pain--
It was then she remembered her Home,
With the blessings of ten thousand mornings gone,
And the promise of many more than that to come...
So She gave herself again to Father
While she continued to roam,
But her heart betrayed a knowing
In Whom she called Home.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
Renee’s dreams were as fast as they come
A black hole hovers over her head
Her hands were tied
To the tiers of the piling memories
And wind races through
Till the rain blows behind
Feel the force of the girls who are racing to stand up
Find their intention is stretching for something to prove
Everyone is watching from under an influence
Almost catching a glimpse
Of what she’ll make them believe
The soundtrack goes
and strings unwind
As I ride past my neighbor’s yard
Leads me to the lines our parents drew
Down where we expected to set the whistles off
You’ll find me tracing them a few times more
Renee’s dreams still as fast as they come
The black hole hovers over her head
Ties her own hands
To the tiers of piling memories
If the wind races through
She’ll leave the rain behind
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 9:34 AM UTC
I constantly dream about you
When I'm awake I can control myself
It's as if my mind's sub-conscience
Knows to strike when I'm at my weakest
I traveled the world on the back of a Spartan hover car
I traversed icy mountains with leather backed baloths
Renee was trying to get us to meet together
I think what has happened also hurt her
I found you in a city where they sprayed painted
bricks on the wall of an unfinished Big Ben
My heart knew what was coming and my
brain could only wait for when
The sunlight glared off my glasses
When I swear I could see you
Abra called my name and told me I had
to go somewhere else
So we submerged under the ice
In the submarine Northern Lights
I was learning about the magic of fireworks
When a struck our core and the hull did burst
Floating around a whale swallowed me hole
I walked down its throat in a room so cold
And I saw you there with open arms
Waved away fears and all alarms
Until I woke up to a boring world
Bed was stale and air was cold
Realizing only when I sleep is when
I'll ever be able to see you again
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Years ago I met a girl,
Who confessed she once fantasized,
About struggling with mental illness.
She wanted to be like her favorite artists,
Craved a diagnosis to make her interesting,
A beauty mark that interrupted an otherwise plain face.
That was of course until,
Her eating disorder took control,
And that unique little trait started to **** her.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
There Was This Girl Who Lived A Million Lives,
And Every Day Was A Different Kind.
" You Could Do Anything You
Set Your Mind To. "
" The Sky Is The Limit ",
So , So Be It.
Change The World , And Make It Better.
Fall In Love, And Hope It Last Forever.
Be A Diva, And Have Some Haters.
Use These ******* As Motivators
Just Remember , It's YOUR Life
So Do What You Like.
Listen To Your HEART,
And ENJOY The Ride.
- Micah Renee'
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
If ever its up to me to say
or chose what track to play
You already know its you
apart from the time we knew
that above all things we can
just try the best we still have
nothing else matters but us
so its okay to say you love
the feelings that you once felt
we know even a rock can melt
So Renee this is me hoping again
that you consider the bright lanes
and those words I sent to you
I can hardly see a faith this true
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
Renee it's your birthday
God bless you this day
You gave me the gift of a little sister
And I love you more each day
Renee it's your birthday
Happy birthday Renee
I wish for you much peace
I wish you so much joy
I wish for you your heart's desire
And all that you enjoy
Renee it's your birthday
Happy birthday Renee
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Paint the skies blue,
And touch the heavens.
See the truth in hue;
Skin, delicate feathers.
Smooth as a storm,
Tough as marbled form.
Smile wide like Great-whites,
Dimples rind from walnut barks.
Glasses firm, sitting on a bridge,
Above the rims are bowed ridges.
Dark and thick
Fine and slick.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
There’s no love that’s forever true,
No guarantee he’ll stand by you.
Heed well, then, what I have to say;
You keep that boy six feet away.
It’s in his worst nature to roam—
Ensure he’ll always stay at home.
Make it impossible to stray;
You keep that boy six feet away.
If he refuses to see sense
And does not show you deference
Then put him and his toys away;
You keep that boy six feet away.
If he feels something is amiss
Purchase his silence with a kiss.
Then always by your side he’ll stay;
You keep that boy six feet away.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC