Train napkin used to mop up the spilled coffee - strength of the stain shows that you didn't take milk - but traces of ketchup on it and around your lips and on your sleeve - cooked breakfast, or the nearest thing those trains can manage. John Watson: You're just showing off.Sherlock Holmes: Of course. John Watson: Not now, Sherlock.Sherlock Holmes: Oh, please, I've been cooped up in here for ages.Dr. John Watson: It's not important.Sherlock Holmes: Punched out holes where your ticket's been checked.Dr. I'd be delighted.Henry Knight: How on earth did you notice all that?Dr. You are, however, extremely anxious to have your first cigarette of the day. Although you were initially keen, you've now changed your mind. The girl in the seat across the aisle fancied you. You had a disappointing breakfast and a cup of black coffee. Came up from Devon on the first available train this morning. how do you know?Sherlock Holmes: I didn't know. John Watson: Why, what happened last night?Henry Knight: How. Holmes, since you find it all so FUNNY.Sherlock Holmes: Because of what happened last night.Dr. I guess this is goodbye because I know you'll run like everyone else.Īnd every day I go on just brings me more ills.Henry Knight: I'm not sure you can help me, Mr. I do not tell you who I am or "show the real me" because I will scare you away like everyone else. I do not do or go through all this ******* to get attention. There is no such thing as "perfect" and I know that very well. So if you really think I am "all that", a "showoff", someone who's "perfect". I know I am a pathetic, ugly, fat, loser, that has a loving caring family, but a really messed up life.
I've felt love toward someone for 10 years (almost 11), that person hurt me 3 times and put through heart shattering pain.ĭo you know what it feels like to be hurt by someone you love so much that you don't know what to do with yourself? Do you know what it's like to love someone for 10 years, then get rejected and your heart broken by that same person and still love and wanna be with them? Do you know what it's like to hate yourself so much that your too ashamed to go or do anything, because your too fat, too ugly, or you just don't fit in? I've been Abandoned and alone a lot for long amounts of time. I've been threatened over and over again. I've been hurt physically, emotionally, and mentally. I've been judged and bullied for 10 years. I have been through so much my whole life. People i have seen you turn into to hide yourselfįor writing poetry about a boy who can't speak."įor falling in love with the words i hear in the silence that belongs to him." There are things i have written in a notebook of you Your eyes get cloudy when you mention your parents Your eyes wander like a lost kid in a grocery storeĪnd you are terrified to take your first step. When its dark outside and we sit in a miserable room to be happy together Or which version of you must take place in my palms I think that you flinch when i touch you because Like a bird that sticks out all of his feathers at once Your hands shake and you try to make yourself very big, Your hands shake and you try to make yourself small
Greet you in your mellifluous native tongue, Gasp, the sigh, that the words have taken from We sit together in spirit, if not in body,Ī few frayed and weathered Adirondack chairsĪnd we drown happily in a sea of words.Īnd celebrate the silence that comes after the No children's red pails yet to them decorate,Īmidst the sea life's detritus and smooth licked pebblesĮach tree ring and grass blade demands a verse, The beach sand untrod, no unlasting human impressions, The early low arc'd sun has not peaked in strength,Īt 10:00am, the temp just breaches 60 Fahrenheit, Observers and reporters to nature everywhere,Ī few white wakes disturb the water's composure, His own purpled prosed long ago one ecrivez'd, Prince, Guardian, of the gate to the green,Ī brief song of "ring around the irises," Grains of sand, water wave droplets and sun rays,Īnd his beloved words, derived there from, This captain's humanity, his human efficacy, Share shards of inspiration unstintingly, This is the game, set and matching end-piece to what is known as:Īnd they, upon my tarnished earthly being, We'll serve what's near.Īnd Rudolph's venison will bring on cheer I wacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
I shot him in his brain and sliced his neck Now I don't need no how on keep waking up wasted I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright noseīut, I got drunk somehow after shopping and banking
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