Little Boy Woe

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my friends never call me
I call them

p. never phoned me to his party
And pretend to forget

c. always, always plays at lying
he pretends to always be stupid
so no one could blame him

f. rubbed against me
and called me a girl
cause I didn’t mind

s. wanted to hit me
for not being as smart
as he was and annoying him

j. would round everyone up
and whisper secrets about me
that might have been true
but made me sad

v. hit me and said I was sick
and said nasty, nasty things
that would have made old people
die

w. told everyone I cried at
night because I missed
people I had only known
for a few days on holiday

g. played music but he
would never ask me to play
but would always talk about it
with me

d. kissed me and I blushed
and ran away and said she was
a lair

r. wrote me a love letter
when I was five or younger
and I hid it and then tore it up
later in front of her
and now I feel bad forever

y. thought I was a liar
for always wanting to invent
things out of word or
make fire

e. stripped off his clothes
and so did I and he
laughed and said he
was only joking

q. bought me a beer
and I drank one sip and
ran away and never spoke to
him again

my mum and dad say
I am an angel
and a genius
and that’s final

I don’t like people anyway…
no that’s a lie actually…

I do, I do, I REALLY do
I need people…I am sad
when alone, at night, and
when the house is totally quiet
and no one is out to play

I like people.
I need people.
I love and need them all.

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People that don’t write, let alone post publicly, have no idea what it takes to open oneself up like this, even if it’s fictional.

Ya got guts, Colinsign. And I like this poem.

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And unlike both of you – I understand it.

Conformist, slave attitudes are critical, opressive, harmful and they mock/hate unique/unusual things.

Dogmatic cultural pyramids and pecking orders condition the lowers by exploiting their ignorance, thus causing them to hate what they do not understand, and to pre-judge as much as possible.

The “people” at the very top want the lowers to be as impolsive and judgmental as possible. People only kill and serve blindly once in a state of holy-zeal. Sensationalist media do not advertize moderation. I know where the world is headed… Stupidity and misinformation is just a warning sign… Low quality friends are just a warning sign. Ignorance is a ticking time-bomb.

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Thanks for the encouragement Rainey!

I think I do make somrthing quite interesting using the persepctive of the child. I can do it exceptionally well if I beef up the content and structure a narrative I think I could make quite a story.

Dan - You always read such grandiose ideas into things, which brings a lot of fuel to discussions, you would be great in a ‘Free Association Department’ (i.e. a department of madmen who practice and teach free assocication throughout the day. What a laugh that class is! haha)

But regarding this era of misinformation and stupidity - they are warning signs! The Herd are being overcome with stupidity and misinformation…but by whom and for what?

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By those controlling the media most.
For money and control.

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Chin up, Colin: you’ve still got two arms and two legs :wink:

And besides, half of those initialled people are probably muppets anyway…

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Hello F(r)iends,

Colingsign, your sweetness almost makes me have hope for mankind.
Well done.

Can I be your friend?

-Thirst

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Hello F(r)iends,

Another thing Colinsign: when I was a young boy of about 6 years my mom and I would talk about everything. I would ask questions about the world, school, Halloween, rabbits, cats, dogs, neighbors, girls… As I washed dishes, she would sometimes turn on the record player and put on some of the softest, kindest, most innocent songs and she would sing them to me along with the artist. One of her favorite songs was: “Un Millon De Amigos” which translates to A Million Friends

Your post reminded me of those conversations with my mother because she was my first friend and ever since my notions of friendship have been idealistic in the form of the song.

http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/u/unmillondeamigos.shtml

I’ll provide a very rough translation to some of the lyrics:

I only want to sing my song
But I don’t want to sing alone
I want a choir of little birds
I want a strong wind
To help me create peace
I want my son to stand firm
I want him singing loudly and freely
I want a million friends
So we can sing songs of power
I want love in this life
I want to see my brother cry
But tears of joy instead
I don’t want to sing alone
I want a million friends

-Thirst

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:laughing: I believe you dan~

Nice one Thirst :cry:
I love thet title: “A million friends”

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Great bit of writing Colin. Your unique way of seeing, expressing and associating is a real gift. I just hope you do more than publish here.

I think you should “beef up the content and structure a narrative” to make a short story. It would be a great project.