Rita Shay Poems

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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