She wakes up at eleven
Every morning on the dot,
She hangs around in heaven
But she hates to make a stop.
If you find her beside you,
They'll tell you "You waste your time",
Having breakfast at dinner
And going to bed at midnight.
She was promised lots of smiles
And all she got were tears.
She only goes to the park
To watch the leaves falling near;
Reminds her of the time
She dreamed of leaving home,
But she'll tell you reaching your dreams
Will always leave you lost with hope.
The sounds came from the radio,
But it's all in the past...
She always told herself
That she knew it would never last.
Sounds blare from the corner,
As she strolls by the street.
Has no sisters, has no brothers,
No clue of what love can be.
Poor little Sally, come and wake up from the past,
Forget the issues, someone wants you to come back.
Tell me what you want and I will help you stand up,
But please don't go down till you know what's coming on.
They think she is crazy,
But she's got a marvelous mind.
They accuse her of being lazy,
When she just stopped her time.
Pathetic life, existence boring,
Don't you talk about her story...
Gunshot! The stereo was playing the radio show.
Gunshot! Momma dies, where's Daddy? Come on!
Heart stopped! Blood spilled everywhere! Daddy, where are you?
Knife stop! Dead crying and dying, we all lose!
Poor little Sally, come and wake up from the past,
Forget the issues, someone wants you to come back.
Stop blaming yourself 'cause you know it's not your fault;
Stuff happens but don't go down till you know what's going on.
Daddy died, but he just stopped time,
Gunshot, knife, get it out of your mind.
Poor little Sally, booze won't help you now,
I'll help you stand up when you know what's going on...
Poor little Sally, come and wake up from the past,
Forget the issues, someone wants you to come back.
Tell me what you want and I will help you stand up,
But don't you go down till you know what's coming on...
Poor little Sally, she is not around anymore...
She went down, without knowing what's going on.
She thought in the end we would pay for our sins,
Forget the issues, she could not feel a thing...
Poor little Sally...
We all lose...
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Losing and falling down is the way that the world spins, there is nothing we can do to stop such things but spread our wings and take off in the flight.
There is no stop and push mechanism that triggers and halts our actions, our living, our deaths. It is our foot on the pedal and there is nothing but us that can stop certain things.
The name sally (a slight side track of thought here) has always caught me and that is true now as it ever has been.
I was joyed to see your comment and I am honored that you left a little something. Well done.
- James
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I like it better long, some things don't work short, like story poems. The quatrains in the piece really help build up the ending and add a lot in the poem.
Now for a random bit of my mind: I somehow think that the name Sally symbolizes something because Sally in a common name and it show that it could be any common person. Also Sally is also a girl's name, and everyone knows the history of women.
Cool poem, it really flexed my interpretation muscle.
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very interesting. i know how some of this feels; i tell myself similar things all the time: get over the past, it's gone, it can't be changed, blah, blah, blah. you know what i mean, right?
very excellent write. symbolism is always interesting, because then you get different people with different minds and histories reading something indefinite, and everyone adds a piece of themselves into the image in their minds. very wonderful. -
interesting, i like the style. i think it could be condensed into something a little bit shorter, which would make it more powerful i think...anyway, nifty work ^.^
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great
wow, really nice poem. it reads well. definitely makes me think about my life. i wonder what i'd write?
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