The difference between
chili and dip
Is that one uses a spoon,
and the other, a chip.
Phone-a-friend "What time is it?"Phone-a-friend by Link-Rar
Samantha looked at the clock. Again.
"It's still four minutes 'til midnight. Just like the last time you asked me."
"Well, excuse me for being curious."
Samantha sighed. Even though her family had moved at least a good two/three-hundred miles away from Little Rock, Arkansas, her best friend Anna still managed to call her every weekend. Still, she had to give Anna credit. That sort of dedication was hard to come by these days.
"Besides," Anna said, snapping Samantha back into the conversation, "we are in different time zones. I keep forgetting how far apart we are."
"Two," Samantha reminded her. "You must be exhausted."
"Not really. It is a Friday night, after all. Besides," she added," I can always sleep in."
Samantha laughed. "Just remember," she said, "I didn't keep you up. You did
Loving Words of harm.Loving by Link-Rar
Words of hurt.
Aimed at good people.
Good people who aren't what others like.
People who aren't what others want them to be.
Why shouldn't we like them?
Is it because we don't agree with them?
Because what we think they're doing is wrong?
Maybe we're doing something wrong.
Why should we hate someone because of how they live?
Do we hate them,
Or how they live?
Are they what is wrong,
Or is it their lifestyle?
If we are to love, our love shouldn't be limited.
Not their lifestyle.
Be a friend.
Not a foe.
A life is too valuable to waste.
Love the life.
Not the lifestyle.
Imaginary FriendHey there, my old friend. What's new?Imaginary Friend by Link-Rar
I know that you never seem to see me any more. It makes me kind of sad, but it does make sense. After all, I was only a figment of your imagination.
You were the best friend I ever had, and I like to think that I was your friend when you needed me most. Sometimes, I was your only friend, and you were mine. But we survived. You were the angel, and I was the troublemaker. At least, that's how you wanted your parents to think of us. Although, I did seem to have a mind of my own.
I knew there would be a day when you would forget me. It happens to all of us sooner or later, and, well, it happened to me too. I became obsolete, like a tape player or a black-and-white TV.
But I didn't mind. Now, I just enjoy seeing how your life goes.
I'll admit, I do enjoy messing with you sometimes. Like that time last week when you tripped in front of your crush. Yep, you tripped over my foot. You're
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