Rita Shay

Do not tell me
What to feel or
What to do.
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Failure that drags at my feet.
Sorrow that slumps my shoulders.
Anger that clamps my fist.
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Every time I think I let you go
I see someone who looks like you
Or someone's laugh sounds just like yours
And then there you are
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Silence is an uncomfortable thing.
I would like to fill it up with any words I can find.
Because it is such an unfortunate sound to hear.
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I am sick of trying to sound beautiful.
Transform my thoughts, flowing and musing together inside my head turn into something beautiful sprawled out on a page.
I think I'm going to try writing words just as I say them.
Raw and untouched, exactly as I am.
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And there are moments when there is nothing left to give.
The empty souls can do nothing now but hold on with their finger tips.
With nothing to spark the energy they must daily muster,
There is nothing, left at all.
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Here's to wishing that no more jobs will be lost.
That everyone will get a little something on Valentines' Day,
That birthday will not go forgotten,
That cookies will no longer burn.
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I'm ready to open the windows and walk out the door.
I want to get a haircut and say things I wouldn't say.
My fingers will be punching the radio to a different station,
Waiting for a different tune.
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She is a vase

Looking so strong and solid.
So beautiful with those flowers
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People of all ages complain at the sight of
White cotton balls way up high beginning to darken.
People shiver and scowl when
The silky silence of resting air begins to blow cold.
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One day soon I will wake up
And start my day
And you will not.
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I stare at the picture of her gleaming beautiful face, my eyes quivering with nothing but hate.
She is a beautiful girl, not in the too much makeup way many girls are, but this delicate, subtly spectacular sort of a way.
And the pictures of her are what I want my photos too look like.
My photos aren't pretty.
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Late at night, as the sky grows dark
And the world begins to settle itself,
I have found that thoughts are the only thing left for company.
Sitting up in bed in the dead deafening moments of night
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I don’t understand anything about it
I don’t know the notes
And would certainly butcher it if I tried to play it
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She was long legged and loose limbed,
with skin
s t retch e d and s p l i tt i n g
at the seams.
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And I hate writing because you have to do it just right
You have to say something intriguing and you have arrange all the words perfectly
You loose the passion and the rythym when you realize that that you’re words
Sound awkward and put together poorly compared to JD or Frost.
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The ocean’s great icy waves swelled on that gray barely morning day.
And there was she.
Sweet little thing, barely knee deep in the water of deep gray, blues, and black green.
She had come outside knowing full well that only she would be out today
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It’s hard to pray to a God I’ve never met.
I have trouble listenting to priests talk themselves in circles,
While sitting in clothes I don’t like to wear.
I don’t know where my bible is
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In the famous movie somewhere in time,
The female lead, Elise one day breaks character on stage
Professing that the ideal man she has created in her mind is
' nearly faded now' because she has found the true, real love of her life,
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The minute you decide that you would not want to be anyone rather than yourself, you will be happy.
Every time you try to act how you think you should, you are loosing pieces of yourself,
Ones that do not deserve to be forever broken off and thrown away.
Jealousy is suicide as a great man once said.
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