Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

The smell of fabric softener, It isn’t a high, It isn’t a summer breeze. The end of days, Isn’t the end of the world, But the sky during sunset. Effects aren’t special, They’ll just be done, Over and over again. Life is absolute, In a fleeting glance, Of how many days. Love isn’t forever, Unless the family left behind, Prospers in the ancestors shadows. Anything with more than 4 legs, Isn’t creepy except, From the point of view of an amoeba. Efficient use of time, Is making yourself happy, By any means possible.

Observation is my tool, Of the social values, Of the beings we call people, And the blindness they have. I know myself, To listen and help others. To offer my time to others, As it was on sale. A sign on my head, That reads in bold letters, “I’m here for you, Anywhere and anytime.” And at the end of the day, Those people sleep comfortably, Knowing that they have talked, About what was bothering them. But my evenings are not the same, All full of loneliness and cowardliness, Grief-stricken by the fact, That I cannot help it. Some days there is gratitude, At best, there is little. Other days there is none, And I would continue in stride. Then there are days, Where I want to reach out. For someone to hold onto, And they’d confuse me. Such confusion, That turns into another depression, Of when I’ve lost that one, And in darkness I lie. Thinking of how cruel, Life is to me, In the sense of relating to people, And the way they relate to me. Such interest is taken, Onto the words that I say, ...

At birth, The heart is beautiful, When its innocence, Makes it seem so naked. Through the years, The playfulness of childhood, Makes it grow stronger, But it still remains naked. Being a child is so easy, Kids will be kids, They play and they laugh, No affairs or loves. School, A place for learning, About life and knowledge, The first crush. A little cute girl, As innocent as yourself, Standing there in the light, She catches your eye and you're taken. Time goes by, Spent looking at the this apple, Only for your eyes, Such a wonderful time. You both grow a little older, School becomes mature, A school dance is here, Now is your time to shine. A deep breath, Your first step, Confidence is spilling over, Ask her, ask her. No. Simple and straight forward, Like a jab to the jaw, But a pain that doesn't subside. The first needle into the heart, Pierced in through the skin, Dug deep enough to stay, Afraid to pull it out. A sad time to overcome, After so much time, Thinking of how gre...