Noisy Girl or Quiet Girl?

Noisy girl please hold your mouth your eagerness turns my ears out.

Move away so I can see the Quiet one who thinks like me.

Lead me to beauty uncrowned with as much wisdom as profound.

Bring her here, yes right to me, into my arms her lips I seek.

Noisy girl then talks again, speaks to why Quiet’s no friend.

Says she is a bitter thief the type of girl who takes and leaves.

So bad mouths, Noisy girl does, tries to tell me she knows love.

So I turn and say to her,

“Please go away your words are dull,

I’ve heard your story I know your bull.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yes girl it’s true I’ve once before known one like you.

Always warning always scared always determined to ‘make things fair.’

Unfortunately, a guy like me has learned to know a lying cheat. No my lady of evil schemes I know you wish to spread disease. 

For my love, my love is true, I don’t have love for fools like you.”

Noisy girl glared at me. “Oh wow really? That’s so mean you thought I liked you oh my Jees-“

“Don’t complete that sentence there your lips are spewing empty air. Don’t want to hear it, no I don’t, a head like you spews the same quotes. But for once, on this earth true, I’d like to hear a point of view.

‘The Quiet one of thoughts unseen who thinks and thinks but never speaks. I want to hear her voice for once, lift her up and feel her touch. 

I want to know this Quiet girl whom my heart loves who left the world, I want her lips – maybe in mine, or maybe moving – talk is fine. 

“I don’t care I really don’t but just for once I want her spoke. So fancy now Noisy girl now please just go away and make some needs.

Don’t want you much, don’t miss you either, I’d rather kiss the one whose deeper.”

– Thomas M. Watt

Dear Pretty Girl

Dear pretty girl who keeps looking at me,

Please stop. I have a lot of work to do and quite frankly am in no way capable of sustaining any type of relationship now. I have no income and already ended a relationship in order to pursue this idea that I can actually write and publish a book and then turn that into a career as a book-writing person. Of course you are attractive, I’m quite certain every guy who sees you can agree on that. I’m also convinced my asking you out will be more a matter of, ‘Hmm… Okay, well see what happens’ to you, and a matter of great distraction to me. I cannot take these games anymore, I’m pretty sure each being has a certain level of contrasts given them from God, and in mixing this contrasts it dilutes the brightness one infuses into their artwork. Therefore, I need a reader much more than I need a girlfriend.

This raises the other difficulty I’ve had of late – every time I meet a new girl, I tell her I would like to be a writer, and then she says she would like to see what I’ve written, and then I send it, and then she never actually opens it. I understand women mostly enjoy making others feel good, and so I’m actually the one being foolish in thinking they actually want to read my book, when they factually just want to get to know me. The problem is, I don’t care about me nearly as much as they seem to, and I’m quite certain the book is much more entertaining. I’d rather read it then go to dinner any day of the week.

Well cute girl, you’ve succeeded in distracting me. Oh well, I don’t think men would ever get off the couch to do anything if it weren’t for the desire to impress beautiful women.

Too-do-loo,

Thomas M. Watt (That guy who thinks you’re looking at him when you’re actually staring at the one over his shoulder)