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Silly Sally Sunshine



Silly Sally Sunshine

sits sipping lemonade

smiling crazily to herself;

as she sits there all day.

…alone.



Silly Sally Sunshine sits

on the bench, sucking

on a straw, slurping up her

lemonade, curling up her

…toes.



Silly Sally Sunshine sits

on a swing, on a sunny

day, just rocking, back

and forth, an apple in

her hand.



Silly Sally Sunshine sits

on the beach, toasies

scrunching in the sand,

her sanity well out of reach,

as she plays with a bucket and

spade.



Silly Sally Sunshine sits

on a blanket and pats the

side of the castle she has

made, with towers and

walls, to keep them all

…away.



But, who is crazy after all?

silly Sally Sunshine, who

sits there, smiling crazily

away? Or you and I who

work and strive, to keep

her there all day?

Cross-legged he sits

halfway through the

plug he’s working

on, wires aside and

bits on the floor, as

his Dad picks at what

he’s done.



And as he twists

the copper wire

his Father says,

“It’s not quite like

that, it’s more like this.”



So he goes an

picks up a pen

to write again,

his mind upon

the wall his

Father built, all

those years ago,



And his Dad smiles

and tells him, “It’s like

a spider’s scrawl.

So do it more like

this, not like that.”



Now he goes out the

door, an his Father

sits on the couch and

says to him, as he walks

down the path and,

calls out: “You know

it looks like rain.

If I were you

I’d take a brolly.”



And head in awhirl

he pats at his pockets

then stops and turns

and goes back to where

he’d just come from

to go to his room and

root out his lolly.



And, his Dad looks up

from his paper and smiles:

“You can never get out,

all in one go, can you?”

An he looks up at the sky

of blue, with a light smile

on his face, pleased that

his Father cares enough,

to be a nag.

Friends on The Internet



I’ve lost too many friends:

I’ve been shit on, by friends

who have taken as offered

and given, but little of any

selfless thought, while I sit

on my own, waiting on the

phone, for someone to ask

me, ‘how are you doing?’



And, you ask me ‘why do

I like the computer and

friends on The Internet?’

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Idiosyncrasy
00:21 May 14 2009

Don't be upset Angelus. I feel your pain. For me, it feels like people just don't care enough. I've had a lot of friendships recently where I've learned it wasn't what I thought it was.

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OomaiCrossWolf
18:21 May 16 2009

that is soo sad.

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ladyofdragonrose
00:23 May 21 2009

time passes my friend. those in the real world have forgotten what true friendship means. While you live across the pond. And I live here, feels like we are closer, friendship, as in beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

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they do it

coz they can

they do it

coz we

allow it ..



they do not

feel, our pain

not hear our

cries: they

just, walk ..

walk away.

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RainingLove
14:17 May 08 2010

so many do this and we may never know why.

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Afternoons are strange, on sunny, blue-sky, rainy day, waiting in a cemetery, as you notice a guy in the car nearby take notice of you; so you cross the road, and walk into the bushes; and then, from the corner of your eye that the car has moved, just a few feet away from where it had been, so the driver can see you, if he wants. So you look left and right, as you leave the cemetery: very aware, as the rain falls heavier now, that they might be just behind you. Then, you fit quiet, finally at home and check the purchase you’ve made: “Underweight, an excellent product.” And, considering the hammering in your heart, the question aches to be said for your pains, “Was it worth it?” And, of course, the answer is “yes.”

TRY not to ask 'why'??



A thousand reasons could be sought

and when you think

and dwell on them

it might all come to naught:



There isn't always a 'why'.

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MirageInAComa
22:01 May 01 2009

Why not? ;)

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