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The House
My umbrella has a hole
Leaky roof and wet
It grows bigger every day
So I have to run down the street.
As I run my life passes me by
Friends say *Hi! Slow down you'll fall!*
But it's too late
I fell a block ago.
I'm just trying to get to the house
My house is warm
With dry clothes and digi cable
New movies are on tonight.
The house is always open for me
I hang up my umbrella
Next to the coat, boots, and hat
All have holes
All are deteriorating
All I have are memories.
The house moans with joy as I sit on the couch
Even if the house were empty I'd still come back
The house is there for me
It's always warm
Nice and dry.
One day the couch broke in half
The cable shut off and the lights flickered out
But the house remained warm
The door forever open
The roof never leaks.
I called a repairman
He glued the couch back
The cable man turned the cable back on
And the electrician restored the light.
Still the house stands.
The storm outside raged and blew
The tree's fell down
Cows flew by
Cars were destroyed by volleyball sized hail
Yet the house stood firm.
One day I taped my umbrella back
I went for a walk
The wind blew it away.
I slowly walked back to the house
The door still open
The inside always dry
The couch still comfy
The clothes on the bed
The cable always on
The lights always bright
The rooms always warm.
Piper Marau
To Chris Price
The house part 2
I sold my house to fix my umbrella
The holes were patched by an awkward fella
It cost me my warmth
But I am still dry
And I can only hope the patch will hold when the wind starts to fly
Of course I still visit my house
But it's gloomy and dark
Not holding the happiness it once possessed
Every now and then the electricity flickers
And the floor boards moan
It cries and calls out for me
It is all alone
When I walk by the house all I can do is stare
I see no people
The walls became bare
But I didn't sell it for no reason
No feelings of treason
But the house changed you see
It got a new cable company that offers different channels
New wallpaper and paint covers the panels
Outside it seems the same but look inside
You'll see
My house could no longer satisfy me
It wasn't too big
It wasn't too small
The thing is...I can't figure it out at all
I wonder why I can't keep the house and walk with the umbrella
Then I saw the greater price for it to be fixed
It was the house or the umbrella
I still can't decide
The feelings inside fight for the answer
But I still don't know
The house still glows
It waits for me vacant
On the cold, lonely nights
And my newly fixed umbrella rests at my side.
Piper Marau
The house part 3
I came to the house again
But it wasn't the same
I saw the street lamp was out
And the grass was unkempt
It started to sprinkle as I walked through the now rusted gate
As I walked I saw through the windows
Dust covered and cracked they revealed such a ruin of beauty
The wall paper was peeling down
Drooping to the ground
Sad like a weeping willow mourning for the rain
I could hear the steady hum of electricity
As it was shorting out
Slowly I went up the stairs of the porch
The boards were loose and weak
I approached the door and grasped the handle and pressed
But it did not give
A cold unwelcoming breeze shot through my bones
I walked to the window and cupped my hands on the glass to get a better look
Inside was so desolate
The cable was out on the tv
And gray fuzz covered the screen
The floor was sunken in places
The doors were off their hinges
It looked so cold and lonely
I stepped back to sigh
Wondering how the house could get this run down
I turned to leave, stopping at a support post at the stop of the porch
I ran my hands across the decaying wood
Scraping off some paint with my hand
The beams were so delicate
One good shove and the porch could collapse
I just lowered my eyes and heavily walked down the steps
The weeds and tall grass that over populated the walk way parted so I could leave
The gate swung shut behind me once I was out
I turned to get one last glance of the house before I left
The breeze quickened and it began to rain
The house groaned as the wind blew harder
And the rain quickened it's pace
I watched in fear as the porch swayed before its beams gave in and the roof collapsed
The electricity buzzed louder before it began to spark
The drooping wallpaper caught on fire and began to wilt from the heat even more
The sparks grew quicker throwing flames across the room catching the furniture on fire
Soon smoke filled the room and the flames leaked through the walls and stretched up through the roof
Through the curtains of smoke appeared a figure of a man
Wandering through the inflamed rooms as though he were lost
I tried to refocus my eyes thinking it was just a trick but the figure remained
Afraid for that person I dropped my umbrella and ran to the gate
But it would not open for me
I kicked and pulled, yet it would not open
I yelled for help but no one heard me
Cars passed by but no one would stop
Frantically I picked up my umbrella and tried to pry the gate open
But still it would not give
I stood there in horror using my umbrella as a prop
Watching the flames display images of the past
All the blissful moments that were had in each room
The wailing of the inferno made my heart cry out with remorse
As I was confined to do nothing but watch each and every room collapse
Tears began to flow from my eyes from the emotion and the smoke
Rain dripping from my hair and clothes made it seem as though my body was weeping too
No matter how I tried I could not tear my eyes from the tragic site
Soon the winds turned and the fire grew more powerful
A faint laughter of mournful triumph ran through the air as the rain stopped
Then without warning the roof caved in
The images no longer visible
Stricken with grief the feeling of faint swept over me
My umbrella no longer able to support me fell at my feet as gravity took control of my stature
Now the house has fallen
Destroyed by its own self pity
And I am left alone with my guilt and umbrella in a fitful slumber at the gates of my very hell.
Piper Marau