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Roberta Day Aug 2011
You are all hollow bodies with vacant minds

I sadly continue to waste my time

Ignoring my instincts, complying with you

Such a fool I am to disregard the obvious truth

You’re all designed for social situations, never obligations

Engineered for leisure, whatever is easier

Too blinded by toxins, too apathetic towards authority

You are the majority of this dispersing minority
This was something I wrote late at night on tumblr. I'm sure I was inebriated, also.
Roberta Day Aug 2011
Velvet touch; scarlet passion

Shake me down, blissful you

Wrap me in security

A fine embrace will do

Fill my void with your masculinity,

Harmony and adoration

Firmly grasp me with your voice

Let’s speak without anticipation

Selfishness and selflessness;

Opposites will surely attract

I’m unable to douse your flickering flame

I’m full of emotion you can’t extract

Scratch my shell with your snide remarks,

I’ll feed the ego that fiends

I’ll shower you with infatuation;

Satisfy all of your emotional needs

I hold you in my heart with high regards,

though you caused it much ache

You swept me off my feet last Spring

I failed to feel the ground beneath me quake

The escape to a distant plane was easily the best

We held each other’s hand until we laid to rest

No barriers between us, no confidence to wound

I dreamt of you so often; it all ended too soon
I recently have become interested in astrology, so that's where I got the idea for this one.
Roberta Day Aug 2011
You were my first slow-dance

Gladly, my first true romance

So delicate, so passionate

a fruitful leap I took with you

With trust and beliefs

in whatever we do

You profoundly adored me

and I achingly cherished you…

Hovered over me high in the air

On that menial item we call a chair

Sadly, it was I, the one that put you there
Roberta Day Aug 2011
Why do we reach for satisfaction when we inevitably fail?
Why do we question what we're supposed to hail?
Why don't we know what comes after our bitter end?
Why are we coached to smile and pretend?

From the time we are born to the time we die
We question if the life we're living is a lie
Is there more to it than money and greed?
Shouldn't answers be something we need?

Life is a game and we are controlled
Controlled by a higher power that has yet to be told
A voice stays in our minds, forever spewing nonsense
Reminding us of the time we have left and the time we've spent

We've read all the books, we've practiced all the faith
Yet no true answers are revealed about our fate
So we continue to reach, and inevitably fall
And wonder if there is something to catch us at all
Roberta Day Aug 2011
Passive-aggression?
I'm withholding feelings I'm afraid to mention
You'll judge me with your intellect and wit
I'll deal with myself how I see fit

I'm comfortable, yet always on guard
This isn't how things are supposed to start
I only care to please you
But I've failed myself, and can't help but continue

I've put you on a pedestal, despite your flaws
You're everything I want because you're everything I'm not
I seem to be losing confidence in myself
Constant contemplation, refutation...

There are so many things I wish to say
I feel the opportunity continues to slip away
I'm too slow to grasp the concept of initiative
So this passive, ambiguous life, I'll continue to live

— The End —