Danita Rambo
Author | Web Designer | Colorful Girl
Oh I am the Fool
Nov 22nd
I don’t need encournagement from you.
That is something I could use little of.
You sway me with your words.
You fool me with your touch.
Please don’t act
Please don’t talk
Please don’t say
You love me.
It is ruthless the way you play with my heart.
I am no mouse, this is no game.
I see few ways out but of course I will stay.
I will stay because –
because.
Blinded
Oct 30th
Why must you break my heart Can you not see that you own it I think of you in the shrinkage of the tide I love you in the waking of the sun Why must god be cruel A third time, no less To send me a fool One i have fallen in love with It hurts not to think of you But for my sanity i must But in small moments Rare unstealable moments I allow myself your happy Foolish oblivious happy
Perfect
Oct 30th
It really isn’t fair to me For you to be so perfect It really isnt nice For you to be so kind It does nothing but hurt me When you look at me, so perfect Lets face facts You will never be mine
Im far from perfect This much you know I have doubts I have fear I love to run at the mouth
But oh, my dear You make me feel so perfct Please stop Dont stop No good can come about
Regrettable
Jan 17th
I think of you more than I aught. I blush at the images I conjure. A princess, trapped in a tower is how I feel. Helpless, lost, completely without the power. Escaping is impossible in this fragile cell, so I think. You and your skin, the bittersweet taste, a memory that mocks. Deft hands I focus on ignorant of my threadbare chains. Fingers that feel, no felt. I rely on these thoughts to pass the days to pass the hours never noticing the thoughts are a lovely heated trapping themselves. But, ensarled I am. I shouldnt remain but memories mock.
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Jan 17th
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Transition
Jan 17th
The difference between now and then is really too much for a rant
it feels as if I have forgotten how to type
how to move
how to write.
Today is a day in which I have suddenly
suprisingly
found my way back.
I am not sure it will last
no, quite confused about this all
but I feel this need
this bursting and as always I must answer it’s call.
Rusty I am and tired I’ll be
This feeling inside of me shan’t cease based on these.
So on I go, nothing to stop me this time.
Just myself, and my heart.
Like always
More >Validation
Jan 17th
So I feel perfect
Need that be a crime?
to feel something I know I’m not.
To get through the day in this unlikely way.
Do I punish myself just for that?
After Death
Jan 17th
All I can do is type, type away with my thoughts tumbling in poems I call them
Poet I call myself No one believes that of me No one feels the lyrics as I do Who reads these poems and says in their heart “Yes that feeling I’ve felt, these words are so true” No one And to my grave I will go Writing poetry unannounced Writing poetry with no form no grace Just the words in my head bouncing off the echoing walls.
Space, falling.
Osmosis
Jan 17th
There are things to say but I must not.
Must hold my tongue
because I forgot
that to open my mouth
and speak my thoughts
brings all kinds of trouble
when I can hush
and close my eyes
clear my head
as transparent as a bubble.
Unforgiving
Oct 4th
My poetry has rusted away
like
a shiny spring on a door that no one passes through much,
anymore.