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Language is not a barrier (carpe's therapy sessions)
Five in the morning, come as no surprise
Still have not fucking slept
Rest, caught on rare occasions like a fish swimming into the net
On the couch, music on pause for some reason. lost to all but me and the unsmoked joint (not like me at all)
Inwardly sifting through mental shoes
some of the traumatics in the wrong
labelled boxes, whilst others have crossed over, merged together needing their own box.this game is apparently called, piece my life back together,
all the King's horses and men
Loud thudding on the front door
startles me back to the now
As far as my circle goes, only two would
come knocking at hours like these
My Latvian mate or me polish bro
Psychically my gut tells me the latter
Opening the door a big cheeky burglar face (his words) greets me
"hello my brother how are you"
(cabbaged, havnt slept in 8days)
"well and truly cabbaged then"
We both laugh, despite the language differences he is funny fuck and a smart dude.
Coffee. "sure why not, you need a line"
(sure why not) "maybe I leave you this line and you sleep brother, (fuck off, i will
still be sitting here where you found me)
He laughs" you crazy ostralee,"
(need to sort my Mental Shoes mate)
He nods" your wife?"
(amongst the countless other issues , nah the other guy, the dickhead)
" punched you in the face because, you no appreciate his painting the walls "
... Sigh.....
(he did worse than that..... he raped me)
((saying this deflates me, would have fallen, if not for this chair))
Reading his face of mixed emotions
that mirrored mine i'm guessing
" fuck I'm sorry my brother "
i can tell part of him wants to reach out.. idk, offer a hug, a handshake
He creates 4lines of speed, we snort one each, share a joint I'd rolled and forgotten about
Sniffing his last line" I go now, maybe you do this line and fall asleep "
(Fuck off you know me, still be sitting here where you found me)
Both laughing we shake hands
" what's your shoe size, I'll get you some proper ones "
(alright mate take it easy)
Lock the door and sit back down,
hunkering down, waiting for all the events to come crashing back...down. Tired now of this emotional roller coaster
Still have not fucking slept
Rest, caught on rare occasions like a fish swimming into the net
On the couch, music on pause for some reason. lost to all but me and the unsmoked joint (not like me at all)
Inwardly sifting through mental shoes
some of the traumatics in the wrong
labelled boxes, whilst others have crossed over, merged together needing their own box.this game is apparently called, piece my life back together,
all the King's horses and men
Loud thudding on the front door
startles me back to the now
As far as my circle goes, only two would
come knocking at hours like these
My Latvian mate or me polish bro
Psychically my gut tells me the latter
Opening the door a big cheeky burglar face (his words) greets me
"hello my brother how are you"
(cabbaged, havnt slept in 8days)
"well and truly cabbaged then"
We both laugh, despite the language differences he is funny fuck and a smart dude.
Coffee. "sure why not, you need a line"
(sure why not) "maybe I leave you this line and you sleep brother, (fuck off, i will
still be sitting here where you found me)
He laughs" you crazy ostralee,"
(need to sort my Mental Shoes mate)
He nods" your wife?"
(amongst the countless other issues , nah the other guy, the dickhead)
" punched you in the face because, you no appreciate his painting the walls "
... Sigh.....
(he did worse than that..... he raped me)
((saying this deflates me, would have fallen, if not for this chair))
Reading his face of mixed emotions
that mirrored mine i'm guessing
" fuck I'm sorry my brother "
i can tell part of him wants to reach out.. idk, offer a hug, a handshake
He creates 4lines of speed, we snort one each, share a joint I'd rolled and forgotten about
Sniffing his last line" I go now, maybe you do this line and fall asleep "
(Fuck off you know me, still be sitting here where you found me)
Both laughing we shake hands
" what's your shoe size, I'll get you some proper ones "
(alright mate take it easy)
Lock the door and sit back down,
hunkering down, waiting for all the events to come crashing back...down. Tired now of this emotional roller coaster
Published 29th Jun 2019
| Edited 30th Jun 2019
Author's Note
This place for me has always been my story, met my wife here, returned here when she fucked off.
So I guess this..... Shall be called carpe's therapy sessions. Cest la vie, que sera sera
MASSIVE Respect to my Polish mate Rob, who with hardly enough English, to converse what would have been required, with that one gesture said it all.
I respect your need for alone time. I imagine next time I see him I will have new shoes.
So I guess this..... Shall be called carpe's therapy sessions. Cest la vie, que sera sera
MASSIVE Respect to my Polish mate Rob, who with hardly enough English, to converse what would have been required, with that one gesture said it all.
I respect your need for alone time. I imagine next time I see him I will have new shoes.
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30th Jun 2019 8:12am
Mornin
decent read, Mike. good stuff
certainly an ambiance set nice in the opening stanza. laid back narrative which I think works well in terms of what's said and the subsequent exchange. definitely have a flair for character and i think, (from what I remember of such early mornings) transpose life onto screen very well. kind of Irving Welsh feel to it
If you'd the will for it, you should probably flesh a thousand words onto it and turn it into a prose too. (have both)
on that note I don't think you need the brackets. [or change them to these internationally recognized symbol for an aside]
took balls to post, and I think you made the right choice in terms of how you set it up
*hat tip*
decent read, Mike. good stuff
certainly an ambiance set nice in the opening stanza. laid back narrative which I think works well in terms of what's said and the subsequent exchange. definitely have a flair for character and i think, (from what I remember of such early mornings) transpose life onto screen very well. kind of Irving Welsh feel to it
If you'd the will for it, you should probably flesh a thousand words onto it and turn it into a prose too. (have both)
on that note I don't think you need the brackets. [or change them to these internationally recognized symbol for an aside]
took balls to post, and I think you made the right choice in terms of how you set it up
*hat tip*
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