A September Love

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When mornings grew chillier,
And the air grew mistier,
Grass blades had gathered dew,
And the short rains begun.

They met and quickly fell
In love ‘fore they could tell,
Words were said,
Promises new made.

To the mall they went,
To the cinema halls,
Merry were the days,
Cheery the chilly days.

And while the short rains lasted,
No they did not last,
Thus much their days of love,
Before the sun dried all.


The Rise of The Tree Trunks

No one would have known,
That eventually they would  strike,
Their plan was underway,
Ready to be unveiled.
You could tell they were angry,
It’s something they anticipated,
Something they had to do.

Forget the Mafia, they were disguised
Unlike our armies, they didn’t need armour
They needed not a commander,
The anger each one had,
Was enough to rile them up,
Fire them throughout,
As long as the war would last.

Right before they attacked,
The clouds were sagging low,
Hanging out here an there,
Spread out everywhere,
The weathermen predicted a storm.
It’s when our kind ran outside,
To get this and that,
Food, milk, candles, and pills,
Before they’d lock themselves up,
In their cosy wooden structures,
And wait for the storm to pass.

Just then, when Anna was heading back,
When Marcus was cycling home,
Just before the woman sold her last onions,
And the milkman packed his milk tanks,
Right when Justin alighted the bus,
Then, our kind was scattered around,
Rushing to get home.
That’s when it all began.

First there were shadows, long dark shadows
The kind you see in a rainforest,
When strolling in the evening light.
There was one, two, three, four, more and more,
Suddenly, they came out of the shadows,
Where they had been hiding,
And began to strike.

The mighty Trunks,
You could tell they were but stumps,
Saturated with water and dirt,
Rising up to the height of the clouds,
Old stumps in agony,
Over days lost to humans,
Over happiness snatched away,
And the beauty of sunshine,
Oh how the had adored sun!
If only our kind knew it,
They probably wouldn’t…
But they had and it was too late,
Man had taken the lives of The Trees,
Slaughtered them one by one,
Massacred them heartlessly,
And watched them cry to death,
Till they had no more sap left,
They left their homes  abandoned.
Leaving them with but one choice-
To take revenge.

The weatherman was right about the storm,
Though it’s not rain that fell that day,
It was The Tree Trunks.
They fell among the crowds,
Across the roads and stopped the cars,
They stroke apartments which  crumbled down,
People died, some were maimed,
Homes were broken into,
Everything turned upside down,
The earth had come to a stop,
For a moment there,
The Trees rejoiced,
Our kind mourned,
A transaction of pain.


Let’s End It

I feel ashamed for all the parts of me I let you see,
That our loss was feeding into fears and insecurities,
We never made it half way through,
These are only tiny steps we’ve taken here.
They say that hurt people hurt people,
I wanted to think that this is false,
But I’ve been hurt by all that happened here,
I pray that this won’t wound me and make me another –
Hurt person who hurts people

I wish I spent more on friendship,
That way we wouldn’t have come this far,
But sadly we have already come,
And we have hurt one another,
Because there’s parts of you I cannot read through,
And there’s parts of me you cannot comprehend,
And I wish we could exchange eyes for a few,
And see just how easy this could be solved.

I have played most of my cards,
At trying to reason with you,
I am not sure if yours are spent,
Or that you’re still insistent on me changing –
Things am not sure I know by name
You keep saying you’re working on yourself,
The more you do that the harder you make it for me,
I can’t seem to understand what’s going on
I am lost in this course.

We set love down back somewhere,
And I feel that it would have answered this,
Cause I know that love covers all,
And somehow we’ve become as strangers,
Who know nothing about the other,
Except for we’re not strangers,
We shouldn’t act like we are.

Let’s meet at the place we met last time,
Make it fast for the sake of my burning heart,
And when you arrive I will join you,
Please don’t bring food on that day,
Come with a handkerchief or two,
I’ll do the same,
And we will break this vicious cycle,
Of trying to make each other see what we’re about,
Of conflicting and crushing personalities,
We will end it at that very carpet,
We’ll cry our eyes out,
And then say our goodbyes,
To a love that expired before its time.