#seat
Passing by the empty seats really make me believe
That how people have connect to their old memories
Where they have seated and talked about their past
They can rest there but still walked through the time
And the bench again have remained empty
Seeing all the passer-by
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:31 AM UTC
bed unmade days,
kitchen cock-all-around-roaches
email me thank you notes,
cockaround gratingly grate full
the dry cleaning unwrapped,
the plastic sheets dust covered,
can't recall why it matters at all
any of it
but she,
no
but she,
now-gone
pass by
the bed,
see the sign,
"to let"
on the toilet seat
upright
lie ever inwards onwards
idiots who let little things come
between,
wishing there were
ever still,
noisy
and so very
between
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
the whole intention of life is to get through it
there is no instruction manual
there is no easy way to explain it to someone
you are conceived and you die
your journey is not predetermined
your voyage can be altered
your trip around the sun is your own unique ordeal
put your seat belt on and enjoy the ride...!
Brian Hill - 2020 # 52
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
in the passenger seat,
the driver's seat is empty,
i'm lost.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
Headphones plugged,
My thoughts are rugged.
Humming the song lyrics,
I see the nature's classics.
My consciousness fades away,
In the direction of wind's way.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
_Subway skip jive,
Off and on,
Up and over,
Been and gone.
Mind your wallet,
Watch your step,
Take your seat,
Turn right, lean left.
Token trav’lers,
Quick, quick, slow,
We’re underground,
And on the go._
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
Ride this moment till the end,
With your consciousness strapped behind a seat belt.
Who knows the roads we will take,
The views that we will see,
And the stories we will make.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
I run to my ceramic throne,
I feel it coming I groan.
I take my seat,
Try to ****
To no avail,
I feel terrible.
I push more and more,
My face red, my bum sore.
One last push,one last try,
A deep breath, a loud cry,
"Who let the dogs out, woof woof,
Out you come, you goof,
Something dropped,
It worked,
Heard a large plop.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
I can be a really skeptical person,
I don’t believe in ghost, and just think of weird things that happen as coincidences,
But, as flower petals magically float down toward my passenger seat, just before I close my car door.
I felt chills, as if memories from past lives rushed through my skin like electricity when you touch a Walmart cart.
Instant, waiting for a reaction.
And if that isn’t one hell of a metaphor,
I don’t know what is.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
Who do you think you are
Your behavior I cannot ignore
The way you act disgusts me
You are rotten to your core
Who do you think you are
To say that I’m the one with an attitude
You talk about me as if I’m not there
I for one think you are quite rude
Who do you think you are
You’re not cool, but quite a bore
How could you feel entitled
To something you did not pay for
Who do you think you are
To try and dictate where I sit
If you really owned where I placed my rear end
I would see your name on it
Who do you think you are
To say I behave with no class
You say I will never find love
As if anyone would want to deal with your tired @$$
Who do you think you are
To turn someone else’s blue sky dark
If you ever told me to get up from where I sat
I would pull a Rosa Parks
Who do you think you are
To say you’ll let my reactions slide
You had better keep doing just that
Try something and I’ll have your hide
I think I ought to let you know
I’m not like any other girl you’ve met
If I were you I’d start shutting my mouth
Because you do not know crazy yet
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
I want the seat closest to the window.
Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat
Ma'am if you don't mind,
could you please scoot down
while I take my seat.
My feet are tired.
I have been standing on this concrete all day.
Almost sleep on my feet,
The same problems exist at the front of the bus
just as the back.
If you could see past me, you'd see.
Yet you turn your nose and grab your purse.
All I want is a seat to rest my feet.
Lay my head back and dream.
I don't want to wear your chains today.
The chains used to justify what you see on the news.
How you can't see anything past me.
How you've wrapped me in chain from shoulder to feet.
You don't try to hide your look,
I can feel the heat on the back of my neck.
How you pick and choose what you like,
There is no difference between you nor I,
Except color,
Other than gender.
You watch me from the corner of your eye while I take my seat.
There once was a time when I'd have no choice but to sit in the back.
Now that I take my seat in the front you move to the back
A look of disgust across your face.
Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat.
Ma'am if you could,
would you please scoot down
While I take my seat.
All I want is a seat beside the window without having to explain why
I want to sit this close to the window
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
I am on the edge of my seat,
with excitement.
Anticipation for new beginnings
to anchor on earthly home.
Energies rise tickling senses,
as dark integrates into my light.
As those who
causing atrocities to humanity
are rounded up and exposed.
I am on the edge of my seat,
with Intention.
Focus to stand as avatar
for new times that echo truth.
Ready to forgive the dark ones
to wish them farewell
and move as co-creators peaceful.
NO MORE lies and fake news will be tolerated.
NO MORE inventions being held back from the world.
NO MORE keeping secrets is acceptable
NO MORE controlling us to be prisoners with invisible bars.
NO MORE orchestrations that encourage hate.
AND NO more abuse of our children will be tolerated.
I am at the edge of my seat
with optimism that WE the people
will reclaim this planet.
That WE will take back our power
to live free out of matrex
as decreed by God.
I am on the edge of my seat.
For it is time to align with love.
Yes, tomorrow is here.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
Trying to tap telegrams
On the back of my iphone
In a faux leather seat
In the back of my mothers car.
Anyone will tell you I have a
Knack
For the contrary
And there’s strangely no argument,
Where I got it from.
The seat belt sits uncomfortably across my throat,
Stopping my words,
A space formerly only occupied by her gaze,
Though my future career may benefit,
My current psyche does not.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Going to the toilet was a nightmare,
I would hold my *** and poo for hours,
For fear of sitting on the low toilet seat,
It was pain and toil getting up.
Now, a raised toilet over two bricks,
And a grab bar,
Has made my life Shangrila,
No more fear,
No more anxiety,
Just slip on the seat and RELAX,
And do what you have to do.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
Arched over time, a little rustic but never one
to deny aching limbs a respite from life's moments.
Just surveying when static, slowly the world gazes back.
Words etched in time, long past mentioning's
of love bound by initials for that moment
was all but etching faded as time weathered past.
He sat there, always talking but not a soul
was near to hear his spoken verses, he would
laugh like thunder echoing in the trees, then sombre.
Behind this bench three cherry trees blossoming there
beauty shower the surrounding with each stirring
of breath the wind gave them. and he sits there smiling.
It's been a while since the old man sat, but where three trees
were, now a young one sits behind. A lonely woman sits
flowers against it, blossom kisses her checks and she smiles.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
This is the only way it seems
Each time I turn you on-this remote
So close at hand but it isn't what I need
Vague colors and shadows over the screen.
In the end I'm stuck in this vortex,
But I don't even know which way I should go,
Broken down on a park bench
Because you're such a hard person to ever know.
I'm hung up on you,
You're the TV, I press each button on the remote,
You take me everywhere but still I'm lost,
Remaining here in this seat without hope.
An endless stream of shows, this is what I want,
Yes, this is it I guess. I'm lost on you,
I'll give myself nightmares just thinking of
Never getting to be alone with just us two,
Alone on some sofa-in my mind-holding you,
Kissing your neck, then I find I have pillow
In my mouth and I wake up in this stupid
Waste of a wreck.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
This chair rigged me to the cross after my tophet
This chair was clutching hell while serving heaven
This chair was hemmed by apartheid
Which felt younger than yesterday
This seat was daubed for a height
The apathy melted its own pipe
When a spark of distrust shorts out our delicate circuits
Utopian structure slewed right back out
These chairs grew wild, imperfect, and infinitely nervous
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
Save me a place at the table
My little white flower
That sways in the breeze.
Please hold my seat if you're able
I'll love you forever
After all the wine from bottle flees.
Set me a plate and I'll stay full
My hunger endeavors
Your warmth was always mine to be.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
i wish that you'd wear your seatbelt
because i want you and no one else
i wish we were both sedated
because then there would be no reason
to say we couldnt make it
and the car is empty now,
and i can't seem to figure it out -
because now my heart is in my throat
because i don't remember a word
that you spoke
because the music skimmed the air
and i hang on to every note -
now the melody is diguised
in those little lies
while the love we shared slowly died...
so,
i wish that i didn't wear my seatbelt
because now i want to be anyone
but myself
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC