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In This Chair...

Hmmm... I am alone again today. Lately those days have become more and more gathered into weeks. But... I mustn't fear the creep of the still air upon my flattened seat. Sooner or later, he comes a tired mess and sits and lays his head to rest. Truly he tries to stay awake of the online courtship in front him. But, what is the point of this internet dating if there is no flesh to touch, No eyes to follow and no voice to try to assemble if the conversation is going well. He is trying really hard though... I wonder if the creep of same air bothers him more. The creep of being old and feeling old, and becoming older...and lonelier. His daughter sits on me as well. Actually, she bides her time more than he does. She still has that teenage depression lingering inside, I could feel her questions of why seep; Why doesn't he look at me, as he looks at her? Why do I have to get up today for work? Why do I feel sad inside...isn't there much more to life than this? But her brain gets easily rambled by my squared eye watcher. Giving and showing information; useful and useless. It may give interesting media, but it surely takes much valued time. At least she plays with me... She spins me, while she rides and blurs her sights and dizzies her mind. The still air gets removed and I get to breath in easy made happiness. The one that kisses her on counted hours, comes and sits on my replica. He would glide right next to her and that's the only time I get to feel the others leather. Is that our kiss? I don't sense anything though... Maybe not enough life has seep into my look alike to have these thought that I do. Maybe... Maybe these are not my thoughts. But left over impressions? You know they say that one theory of ghost, is very strong left over emotions. They stay as an imprint in that area and has not faded away. Then again...a ghost is a left behind soul...could I mix the ideas and call myself a ghost? Hmmm I am alone again today Lately those days have become more and more... Sooner or later I will become a ghost without a soul.

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Date: 11/27/2009 1:28:00 PM
Very nice poem...Very much enjoyed!!!..I'm assuming you're entering it in the "Chair" contest...If so good luck...and thanks for the congrats on "My Dear" contest...Marty
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