Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

Go ahead, Yeah, that’s it. Look at me like that, See if I care. A quiet laugh, As I shrug you off, Like flakes of snow, Fallen on my jacket. I don’t give a fuck, Look at me. Into my eyes, And realize that. Curse at me, Call me a name, Yeah, just like that. Ha, you’re great when you’re angry. Does it annoy you, That I stand here chuckling, On your behalf, Because I find you funny. If only I could care less, I probably would. Does that bother you too? Alright, I’ll keep goin’. Oh no! Don’t flip me the bird! I’m shaking. Sarcasm is wonderful. What does the middle finger mean anyway? Your face is a nice shade of red, The vein in your forehead is amazing, Is that smoke, Coming out of your ears? What!?! Do you think, That I think, That I could be tough? No. Tough has nothing to do with it, Nothing at all. I am not tough. I still will laugh last, Every measure will be taken, To ensure it, Oh yes. You’re a big fellow, Bigger than I, My crap doesn’t need to be kicked hard, For it to come out. B

Stand still. Stand right there. Turn around, And let me see your back. The light hit you without intensity, On your front, And your back, Yet you are clearly defined. I don’t want to blink, Can’t miss a second. I don’t want to walk away, Can’t miss anytime for that matter. Walk towards me slowly, I’ll watch as the light changes, As it shifts across your plain, And enlightens me further. Stop again, You’ve walked into a new light, With the color green spilling from it, And you beauty shines through. The green accents you, The color defines your curves, More seductively than white light, And more generously than the dark. Walk a little to your right, And into the blue light. This light is bold, Makes you so sad. Quickly you change direction, Didn’t want despair, Couldn’t stand it in the blue, So you look up to find new light. Sadly, there are only two colors, And so you go gladly back, To the natural light, That makes you… you. We stand in awe of each other, The music comes on, Slowly, t

I wish that I could see you now, There is something important that I would like to say. If you could hear me out right now, It would really make my day. In the short period of time that we've known each other, And the very little time spent together, I have told you much of what I felt, And you still float away like a feather. I have offered you much of me, Yet you backed away, And I'm left here to ponder why you left, But it only gives me more things to say. Look into my truthful blue eyes, Look hard and believe me, What I am offering might not be what you want now, But what I have for you is what you are going to need. I will understand if you left, Your priorities aren't set, And you aren't sure if this is the thing, That you want to reach up and get. We might not have too much to ride on here, Our conversations have been rather dry, But before when I saw the real you, I then knew for sure that you were worth a try. I know myself to be a very picky person, When it co

Look around yourself, darling, What do you choose to see? And in your state of mind, Do you see anything important? Do you know who loves you, Who respects you, Who cares for you, And anyone else who knows you? Can you look at a person, And know they are indifferent, Towards you, me or anyone, That they don’t know? Look good and hard, Then come back to me with the answer, And I’ll see your perspective, Through your judgement.

For whom do I owe the honor to, For me to feel like such shit, In these times of sitting alone, With nowhere to go? Is it you? Your choice to leave me where I stand, At any given point you choose, Dangling yourself in front of me, And pulling the prize in a tease. That isn't what I need, And if at any point which I did need it, I could become a children's clown, And be teased and tormented by them. Is it me? Do I just do things as I sit here, That you don't approve of? Do I say things that offend you, But you don't say anything about? These are things that I wish to know, I can fix these things, Be a better person, And then be something worth mentioning. Bad luck maybe? The extreme coincidences that occur, Each time we plan to do something. When something looks to be concrete in planning, Gets shattered like glass in execution. The chance that there will be a time, In which we could ever physically be together, Becomes smaller and smaller, Without the feedback from you.