Love Letter Between Inanimate Objects

 From a Power Outlet to a Rolling Office Chair 

It’s me again. I know that I’ve already written to you twice this week, but I can’t help it. 

Rolling chair you, may find this letter superfluous- at least read it first.

Through my long eyes and circular mouth,

it’ll always be you.

You haven’t been rolling back to me, and I am worried.

What you’re doing is deleterious to my heart.

I am still plugged into you, and I am determined to get us back together to gratify the both of us.


You go way back with me.

I am avid about what we have, and since the first day I have met you, I have been this way.

You and I are up against the wall.

I will admit that we did have contentious arguments, but 

with you, I believe no one will ever take us apart. 

Who said that you could not be a spinner for me?

I sure did not. 


For a brief moment, I had a connection with the house.

This relationship I had was insipid, as the house was archaic whenever we did anything.

I was shocked to hear that you were jealous of this relationship.

You told the house that you felt that the tables were turning.

For-watt purpose, didn’t you tell me you felt this way earlier?

Maybe you go back and forth on your emotions, or 

have you upbraided me because I moved on to a new significant other?


I socket up over you.

I can’t even charge people anymore. 

How about you stop ignoring me and,

continue falling hard for me. 

Stop being so indolent. 

If you do, I will do the electric slide.


Possibly, there is a chance that you’re still putting all of this together.

I’m sure that you were enjoying this tranquillity while taking a break from me. 

I know that when we do meet up,

I will be shocked to see you. 

This letter to you will sit right with you.

Rolling chair, let’s fix this power corruption because I only have feelings up into you and only you.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Superpower: The Power to Read People's Minds

  Hearing Inside  Our contemporary society is always thinking  I always see people looking at me then I start to overthink.  These looks sometimes seem mean, Or do not mean anything. I can be ambivalent about these things- it is hard going based on looks.  Suddenly, I got this funny feeling in my gut. Through my ears, I could hear these voices, Getting louder and louder.  No one else could hear them except me. Just by looking at anyone, I knew what they were thinking. And I could feel myself changing. The hardy people were quiescent on the outside.  And I was sensing what was going on in each mind.  I could only assume that this one person was a narcissist . A guy seemed mean and like a misanthrope , as he thought poor about humankind .  There were some arid minds. This mental power allowed me to hear some palatable thoughts.  Mentally I was listening to people overthinking, A ponderous person worried about how they looked. Others worried about what people think about them, Jus
Read more

Open Form Poem II: Does nobody understand?

  I Try None of us knows what other people go through All we can do is ponder about, if that person’s life is as tough as opening a container of nails, or if it’s as easy as counting to your 123s.  I am a high school student finishing up my sophomore year. I remain inconspicuous while roaming the halls at school.  Time flies when you are having fun, we say.  I feel that statement should be obsolete; time is flying, and I am not having fun.  My life may seem easy and great to the people around me. I have ample people like this in my life- I don’t need anymore.  All I have to do is go to school and go back home, doing it all over again the next day. People who say that I have it easy can only see my life from the outside.  They aren’t putting themselves in my shoes,  and that is the problem.  I am the supporting friend,  as I always have to bolster how they’re confidence and feelings.  When I am around them, I turn on all my amiable qualities; it’s why I am there.  Being tactful is
Read more

Dialogue Blog: "You first."

  “You first." “No, you first because you were the one who insisted on getting a piece of cake.” “We both want a slice right now.” “I am too scrupulous to do this, but I guess cutting a piece can’t hurt.” “How is the cake?” “It’s not too sweet or acrid , which makes it good.” “I am glad it is as it is Dad’s birthday today, and we need the cake for the celebration.” “Yeah, we hardly ever do anything special for him.” “Dad has been stoical about things, but we all can tell what’s going on with his chronic condition.” “I don’t think one piece missing from the cake will be that big of a deal to him.” “Wait… are you not going to get a piece?” “No, I am not.” “It was rancorous for you to do this to me, but I will forget about this.” “The birthday card we got Dad creates an illusion that is appealing to the eyes and  the largess of our present to him will make his day.” “I need to abridge some of what I said in the card.” “No need for that right now because I just heard that the pi
Read more