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Roots of My Life

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Heart pounding, head spinning,

These crumbled ruins

Conjure up so many memories

That I can never forget

 

All alone

In the remnants of long ago,

when I was careless and hopeful,

Now all is broken and trampled on

 

It’s like my roots have been pulled,

This insignificant flower

has been yanked from the ground

by the cruel hands of fate

 

But this makes me stronger

I am no longer a delicate flower,

who can be crushed by nothing,

who can be ripped apart by ruin

 

I am a tree

Roots down deep

Blossoming afresh

No one can pull me down

Hmm…

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Hmm…

What shall I write?

Wondering             and wondering

All day and night                  Thinking about what is right.

I think and think and                                can’t get an idea.

                                                                      My head hurts, and I can’t get an idea.

                                                      My fingers hurt and I can’t get an idea.

                                   I’m so tired and I can’t get an idea.

                          So I just write.  And write.  And write.

                   And write.  And write.  And write.

                   And write.   And write.

And write.

Until

an idea forms.

And I write.

Left in the Center

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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.

Fog

Posted on by Standard Respond 
Rolling in across the land
Over fields of dirt and sand
Pushed by a small, cool, breeze
The eeriness puts you not at ease

Flying in like solemn ghosts
Often prevalent around the coasts
A strange weather phenomenon
Now it's here, soon it's gone

Visibility drops, and you can't see
Yet the fog is the cool place to be
Wet inside, your clothes get soaked
Even those nearby are easily cloaked

Gone

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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.