Author: Shiloh


red cards on black cards,
black cards on red cards,
follow the suit in the king row...
sitting here playing solitaire.
trying like crazy to make the time pass,
trying like crazy not to do any thinking,
trying like crazy to get through another night.

not asking too much, right?
not wanting to hurt any more,
not wanting to remember any more,
not wanting to cry any more...
just want to get through another night.
just want to get through another night.
god, I hate these long, lonely nights.

lay 'em out, break down the deck,
seven piles, top card up,
twenty-eight cards down,
then flip the cards from what's left of the deck,
one at a time, three at a time,
it doesn't really matter...
just want to kill time, just want to pass time.

red cards on black cards,
black cards on red cards,
follow the suit in the king row...


Comments on this poem/writing:

Luke Mudge ( -- Monday, October 6 2008, 02:26 pm

that familiar face

stand up. turn around, take 3 steps out of the room, then another step, now turn right, and look right, see that person lieing there asleep at this time of night, wake her up, she's there and has always been there for you, in a time where you are lonely, im sure she'd love to hear that you need her to wake up so you two could be if anything lonely together.

-Thumb, - your son
Bipedalguy ( -- Monday, October 6 2008, 04:05 pm

I used to play that game.

I played Solitaire a lot when I got my first P.C. I gave it up because I always lost.
I've had dificulty sleeping for about 20 years now. I used to have terrible anxiety re trying to get to sleep. I've found that what helps a lot is learning not to care whether I sleep or not. I still don't get much sleep but "I don't care". I know I'll get there with or without sleep. Get Where? "Who knows" We all make it.
Your write is good. It's a different and artistic way to express that problem.
One sleepless night recently I wrote and posted a Limerick about a wormy apple.
shiloh ( -- Monday, October 6 2008, 06:31 pm

nope... off the mark, son...

not saying that at all. not everything i write is about me. a lot is, but sometimes, once in a while, i write just to say something, to make a statement, to make my thoughts known about something. thumb back... dad
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