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David Rombo Poem
I will not be
ruled by my
emotions,
Thus I shan’t
love,
I can’t hate,
I won’t live,
I shall
obliterate,
Like spoken
word with no
debate,
You and I are
no duplicate,
My body shall
be a suitcase,
Organs packed
like folded
clothes,
Just like an
open shoe you
see the toes,
Thus no friends
and many are
foes,
No happiness
only woes,
Because that’s
the way the
robot goes,
Neither smile
nor tear must
flow,
Not a fright
when appears a
crow,
At full power
alone do my
eyes glow,
To get no love
and give none
back,
To obey, serve,
To torture my
humanity,
And smother my
substance,
For everyone
else? For
nothing?
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David Rombo Poem
Pen's on the paper,
I pour my heart out and I hope you get a taste of,
How I feel these words that I speak are real,
This is my soul in couple of minutes in a rhythm,
As I talk to you hoping you will listen when I speak,
Maybe I could find myself some peace on release,
Cos these feelings in me keep on clouding my belief,
And I still live conventional, but it's no relief,
I'm falling, like teardrops or raindrops falling,
I can't control it, it's weighing me down,
Heavy my heart, it's the size of my fist,
But it's like handcuffs and it's weighing down my wrist,
Please show me if what I feel is real,
I want to touch it, Coz maybe then I can grab it,
Spin it around, punch it and throw it in the garbage,
Slaughter it, cut it in half like I would be splitting cabbage,
Coz I hate these feelings that make me want to say I love you,
You broke me, spit on my heart, cursed and kicked me,
Beat me like a drum when you told me you don't want me,
But still I can't get over you, guess you meant more to me than I thought.
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Living your life is hard,
To be yourself and proud,
Everyone else just disregard,
And don’t follow the crowd,
Life is not a group discussion,
Others are just company.
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At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I’ve made more mistakes,
In a few years,
Than most people make in a lifetime.
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I’ve made more wrong turns,
One after the other,
And I’m at a dead end in a one way street.
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I need a new way to live,
Turn over a new leaf,
And try a fresh way to live my life.
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I need to wake up,
Not give up,
And rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
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David Rombo Poem
The pain that one feels,
For no gain doth anger bring,
But hate that cometh from within,
Burns like a witch at the stake,
Suffocates like a hanged man on a noose,
Back stabs you with a blunt knife,
Like uncertain delivery from a drunken midwife,
Love and hate both have pain and strife,
But only one brings forth life.
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Alas! my time has come to an end,
Too bad for me? Only time will tell,
Whether or not the Creator decides,
To bring us back to the beginning of this time.
I gave to you the best I had,
And to part with you is very sad,
So I try so hard never to remind,
Myself of all the times we had.
Whether good or bad,
Happy or sad,
It cannot be denied,
In every situation you and I bonded.
So once it is all said and done,
The only word left is one,
The one that everybody knows,
The one that nobody says.
But even though we may not want,
To say this word we know will grant,
Our doubts of seeing each other chance,
The time has come for the final dance.
So to this place we know and love,
We must take a bow, close the curtain,
Bid each other farewell,
And say Goodbye.
Copyright © David Rombo | Year Posted 2011
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Lost, cold, alone,
Even my shadow,
Has turned its back on me,
Walked on the road to nowhere,
Death and Hades, like vultures,
Stood by, watched keenly,
Waited patiently, anxiously,
For my flesh to turn to dust.
Afraid, burning, tormented, insanity,
Even my soul,
Had given up the ghost and committed suicide,
Bathed in pain, eternal darkness,
Demons and Warlocks, like an audience,
Sat down watched closely,
Listened for my screams and shrieks,
For their comic relief.
Amazed, reborn, resurrected,
Even my spirit,
Has come alive with joy,
beyond chance, beyond paranormal,
Christ Jesus like no other,
Descended, died and ascended,
Felt the pain of death,
For a halo on my head.
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I live in a world of musical chairs,
Where I’m always the one left standing,
When the music stops,
And the confusion starts,
I’m the only one without a chair
I walk with a terminal illness,
This is, always being wrong,
When the truth comes out,
And the lies come in,
I’m the only one lying down.
I burn with an undying flame,
Wanting to be a great person in life,
When my mind says yes,
And my heart says no,
I’m the one left failing in life.
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Falling away,
Fading fast,
My heartbeat fainter and fainter,
My confidence lesser and lesser,
I’m now even afraid,
To do the things that I could do,
To live the life that I’m supposed to,
I just can’t understand,
Why I’m so low,
Feeling so alone,
Like I don’t belong anywhere,
Feeling Like I should not exist at all.
Falling fast,
Fading away,
My heartbeat lesser and lesser,
My confidence fainter and fainter,
I’m now even afraid,
To do the things I’m supposed to,
To live the life that I could,
I just can’t understand,
Why I’m alone,
Feeling so low,
Like I don’t exist,
Feeling Like I should not belong anywhere.
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Past memories and back flashes,
Sweet reminders that well up the eyes,
On the morning afters,
Of the last nights,
When one wishes hopefully,
Hopes wishfully,
To hold the power of time at ransom,
To relive those moments,
At will, on a whim,
On a dime, at the drop of a hat,
But sadness is inspiring,
Happiness is relative,
Both bring to light,
The true situation at hand,
To love, to hate,
To cry, to laugh,
We all miss and long for,
These memories that represent,
Who we are, our identity.
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