Its been there since as long as I could remember, the rusty old chair. When my family first moved in to the old slowly rotting away apartments. I saw it when I was carrying my stuff to our old yet new apartment. It was just sitting there in the field with highly overgrown grass. It had some papers sitting on top of the chair. When the children were playing outside no one dared go near the chair. I wondered why no one went near the chair. I asked the children why they didn’t go near the chair but all they did was look of me crazily and walk away. One day I did the unthinkable, I walked over to the chair and picked up the papers. The last thing I heard was Noooo!
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Left in the Center
Left in the center
Such a long time in the past
The people were fleeing
And my owner left last.
Left his papers on my lap
Oh so long ago
When he would come back,
I did not know
I am still here
After such a long time, you see
And everyone comes,
But doesn’t spare a second glance for me
Then one day a lady came
She seemed like someone from when I was young
She picked up a little doll
And spoke in my old tounge
“Dear grandpa, I did promise you,
That I would retrieve your old toys”
And as she turned around
I remembered her from my old joys.
She looked like my owner
When he would sit with me
She walked over to look closer
And I knew that I was free.
Red yellow green and pink?
Red yellow green and pink,
Are the colors my parents told me day I day.
Red for love,
Yellow for happiness,
Green for intelligence,
And pink for speciality.
Red yellow green and pink,
Are the colors my parents used to say,
Before they took my life away.
Roman Empire
Our love was like he Roman Empire,
Powerful and risky.
It was brilliant,
Yet odd;
What we were missing I don’t know.
But like the Roman Empire,
It all came crashing down.
All because if one thing,
The object of endurance.
Abortion
As he said abort the mission,
I aborted life
I was like a rusty chair,
Old and unliked.
If I had only listened,
To not let go,
But to prosper.
The short life
As I wake up,
I smell the roses .
The sweet sweet aroma,
Of life.
And u thought,
To live,
To love,
I prosper.
As in about to live another day,
A big black figure comes and steals my life away.
To live,
To love,
To prosper.
Gone
He sat there Every day For as long as anyone Could remember Every day Reading the newspaper Just sitting there As the world went by Everyone knew him But no-one Really knew Who he Was No-one Every bothered him Even Hardened criminals Left him alone From sunup To sundown He sat there And read the Newspaper But then One day He was gone The chair which Had been Filled For so long Was Solemnly Empty It seemed Final Concluding Ultimate Everyone noticed But no-one Said Anything Gone Vanished Disappeared All which remained Was A folded up Newspaper And he was gone.
Still standing there
This place was blown to no trace walls have to bare standing their but the chair is untouched clutched by the soles who have despaired this chair is a reminder of the ones who passed giving the people a sing from the past. That they…. The ones who past still stand strong and our not gone