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Feel free to ignore this as most of you do to most of my entries. It's just a reposting for public:
The blinds are closed
But the door is open -
The world outside can use a door if it wants to find me that badly -
Enough time is spent in the world outside, and there is another world within these four walls.
Upon the open door is a reminder of the past -
Each glance revives the feelings of that summer,
Each face on the poster, save a few, shared those feelings with me
Alexz Johnson reminds me of how that someone’s eyes made me scared to tell the truth
And that, as I was told many times, I’m only human.
…So few faces I see every day can even begin to understand what it is we felt.
A lonely keyboard sits on the carpet
Waiting for fingers to caress its keys into playing the melodies from not so long ago,
To be used as an implement to decipher the genius written in the books of music.
What the stereo does the keyboard can do too, but what the keyboard does the stereo cannot do,
The keyboard holds the power to teach
And once taught, the voice can use the keyboard’s teachings to reveal the music’s soul.
Miles from the keyboard sits an old rocking chair
A chair that has known many people -
If this chair could speak, how many secrets would it tell?
How many frustrations, how much sadness, how many broken hearts
And how many smiles, how many laughs, how many joyous scenes
How many…numb moments will this chair have known?
Would this chair feel accepted in the world?
Would the chair question why it is that people use it all the time yet are never grateful for it -
Why it is that it can be occupied for hours one day and then ignored completely the next?
The television serves as a supplement to the chair -
They are codependent upon each other.
So long as the television is in use there is always a use for the chair
And yet the television can do so much on its own -
The range of emotions displayed upon it each and every day is a sign of its strength
Yet the television is merely a prisoner
Purchased and at the mercy of anyone holding the remote
It has no say it what it gets to display
If it has a message that it wishes to get across, there’s no guarantee that it will succeed.
The control is absolute.
The mirror reflects everything in the room
That the objects may judge themselves rather than take others at their word
No need to rely on others -
The mirror does not lie
It is honest to a fault
If you don’t like what it shows, change it.
In a single corner of the room sit all of the objects that one would notice.
There sits a lamp with bolts of electricity dancing through it -
But the lamp, upon closer inspection, is merely a prison for these lightning bolts.
A single touch and the bolts follow the finger with beckons them
Unable to choose their own direction any longer
And prisoner to the will of the “higher being.”
There sits a candle upon the stereo which smells of pumpkin,
A good scent to create a false mood of warmth and comfort,
And as Belle sings “I want adventure in that great wide somewhere”
The flame seems to nod in agreement,
The shoes on the carpet appear to be calling out to be used as they were intended
That their owner may embark on a journey and find this adventure
And the bag from the summer reminds of the unforgettable adventures had in the summer
Wanting for more, but obligated to refuse them.
So I refuse them, and wonder what would happen if I didn’t.
Such is life within these four walls - full of wonder, full of what ifs.
The engaging tones of Alexz Johnson’s voice mirror the tones of my mind within this perimeter
Saying that if I take away the pain I create my paradise
Within these four walls, however, is pain and paradise
Mixed together to create a world unlike the one outside.
The closed blinds, the open door, the keyboard, the rocking chair -
Everything plays its part
To assure the continuance of life in the residence.
The blinds are closed
But the door is open -
The world outside can use a door if it wants to find me that badly -
Enough time is spent in the world outside, and there is another world within these four walls.
Upon the open door is a reminder of the past -
Each glance revives the feelings of that summer,
Each face on the poster, save a few, shared those feelings with me
Alexz Johnson reminds me of how that someone’s eyes made me scared to tell the truth
And that, as I was told many times, I’m only human.
…So few faces I see every day can even begin to understand what it is we felt.
A lonely keyboard sits on the carpet
Waiting for fingers to caress its keys into playing the melodies from not so long ago,
To be used as an implement to decipher the genius written in the books of music.
What the stereo does the keyboard can do too, but what the keyboard does the stereo cannot do,
The keyboard holds the power to teach
And once taught, the voice can use the keyboard’s teachings to reveal the music’s soul.
Miles from the keyboard sits an old rocking chair
A chair that has known many people -
If this chair could speak, how many secrets would it tell?
How many frustrations, how much sadness, how many broken hearts
And how many smiles, how many laughs, how many joyous scenes
How many…numb moments will this chair have known?
Would this chair feel accepted in the world?
Would the chair question why it is that people use it all the time yet are never grateful for it -
Why it is that it can be occupied for hours one day and then ignored completely the next?
The television serves as a supplement to the chair -
They are codependent upon each other.
So long as the television is in use there is always a use for the chair
And yet the television can do so much on its own -
The range of emotions displayed upon it each and every day is a sign of its strength
Yet the television is merely a prisoner
Purchased and at the mercy of anyone holding the remote
It has no say it what it gets to display
If it has a message that it wishes to get across, there’s no guarantee that it will succeed.
The control is absolute.
The mirror reflects everything in the room
That the objects may judge themselves rather than take others at their word
No need to rely on others -
The mirror does not lie
It is honest to a fault
If you don’t like what it shows, change it.
In a single corner of the room sit all of the objects that one would notice.
There sits a lamp with bolts of electricity dancing through it -
But the lamp, upon closer inspection, is merely a prison for these lightning bolts.
A single touch and the bolts follow the finger with beckons them
Unable to choose their own direction any longer
And prisoner to the will of the “higher being.”
There sits a candle upon the stereo which smells of pumpkin,
A good scent to create a false mood of warmth and comfort,
And as Belle sings “I want adventure in that great wide somewhere”
The flame seems to nod in agreement,
The shoes on the carpet appear to be calling out to be used as they were intended
That their owner may embark on a journey and find this adventure
And the bag from the summer reminds of the unforgettable adventures had in the summer
Wanting for more, but obligated to refuse them.
So I refuse them, and wonder what would happen if I didn’t.
Such is life within these four walls - full of wonder, full of what ifs.
The engaging tones of Alexz Johnson’s voice mirror the tones of my mind within this perimeter
Saying that if I take away the pain I create my paradise
Within these four walls, however, is pain and paradise
Mixed together to create a world unlike the one outside.
The closed blinds, the open door, the keyboard, the rocking chair -
Everything plays its part
To assure the continuance of life in the residence.