A/N: I've been thinking about these for awhile now, debating on whether or not they're worth posting, but I've finally decided to just put them on here and see what happens. This is a collection of poems that Sherlock has written. This is how he chooses to process emotion when it becomes absolutely necessary to recognize it for what it is. There will be a little towards the end of each chapter that shows what is happening, So... I hope you like it.
Silence
Silence.
How long must one listen
To here the sound?
Is there a place on earth
It may be found?
From dusk to dawn
There is some semblance
And in that time,
Embossed is remembrance
Thoughts flow
In the night
But only in day
Is there perfect sight
Where silence is
Ideas abound
But in no place
May the steps be found
For silence is relief
Relaxation and beauty
But it is among the people
That one finds his duty.
Sherlock set down the pen, and closed his leather bound book.
"Things are changing. Fast." He told himself. "But that's alright. I'll get used to it. Maybe even like it."
Lost Inside
My mind riddled with colors, shapes, and sounds
Filled with infinite ideas that know no bounds
Filled with vague phrases in which the meaning is unknown
Surrounded by much, how do I feel so alone?
Abstract thoughts fill my brain
I almost think that I'm going insane
My mind feels as though it's filling to the brim
And I am forced to answer to its every whim
Stopping and pausing, ignoring all else
Calming my brain before it melts
There's a pressure inside, painful almost
A slave to my mind of that which I owe'st.
Sherlock again set down the pen.
"I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it." He muttered to himself. "Make it stop. Make the change stop."
Signs
The start of a smile
The shift of a hand
The twitch of an eyebrow
Where a glance lands
The movement of an arm
The adjustment of a tie
A note of slight charm
A look of surprise,
The colors of clothes
A patch gone missing
A wiggle of toes
A twirl of the hair
A bite of the cheek
An intake of air
All of these signs
So obvious to see
Is it a blessing or curse
That was given to me?
"It's a curse. Always a curse... why would I deserve anything better?"
Can't You see?
Can't you see the pain I hide?
Way inside my mind
Can't you see the pain I hide?
Could you be so blind?
I'm lost inside
Deep within
I'm lost inside
I've always been
I answer you with calm, deep sighs
But can't you see
The chaos there, in my eyes?
Can't you see all the ways
This world changed me
I've been lost for days
But no way will I find
My way inside
Can't you see the pain I hide?
A/N: Alright, so there's the first bit, I hope you liked it. There will be more soon.
The next chapter will likely contain poems from during Sherlock's time away after the fall.