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Every now and then I announce "I know you're listening!" to empty rooms.
Friday, March 11, 2011
A Past Sleepless Girl
Dear Olivia, the inability to sleep has begun again. Thinking about farm animals does not help. I have tried sleeping in three different places...would try the bath tub but that's always awkward when some one stumbles in. I suppose my last means of attack will have to be crying myself to sleep but of course that that doesn't work because crying actually makes you feel better and you then find yourself trying to find other terrible things locked up in your mind so that you can cry even more. Let's look in the cabinet...nope no drugs I could use. Hold my breath? Unfortunatly that just kills brain cells. Going on the computer just seems to activate my brain more...I guess I will go back upstairs, think about everything and hope I will get to sleep at a decent time like 3 am.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
What if?
What if
Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
Monday, March 7, 2011
This Poem is A Cliché
Roses Are Red
by Roderick Molasar
Roses are red
Violets are violet
If this poem doesn't rhyme
THEN DON'T BUG ME, MAN!
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