Abridged Hamlet... sort ofGHOST Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.Abridged Hamlet... sort of
Ghost Runs off Stage
Enter Hamlet and Ophelia
OPHELIA
Oh Hamlet, Hamlet! wherefore art thou Hamlet?
HAMLET
It is the east, and Ophelia is the sun!
OPHELIA
Why, then the world 's mine oyster!
HAMLET
That is the long and short of it.
Exeunt
Enter Claudius and Gertrude
CLAUDIUS
He will give the devil his due, He hath eaten me out of house and home.
GERTRUDE
Ha
SorryI promised that I would never hurt you.Sorry
That I'd do what best for you.
I am still trying to.
Even now.
"i hate you" "But why?"
"just because" "Please tell me."
"why'd you have to tell?" "Tell who about what?
"have you even considered my feelings?" "..."
When these things happen, Why? Because people are who they are.
A feeling of betrayal, Why? Because people hear what they hear.
A sense of regret, Why? Because people do what they do.
I feel I
BereftYou know, when you had left me, I thought: "Wow, this didn't hurt me as much as I thought it would..." Did I not care for you as much as I thought I did?Bereft
Then, time began to pass... Seconds, minutes, hours, days And I found that, despite everything I just could not stop thinking about you
Yet, I just could not cry for you Because my tears would not fall. So, I came to console myself with: "It's not as if I had lost you forever"
I still could see you... occasionally And I still could talk to you... occasionally Because I still look for you.
A Sonnet on LoveWhat is this image? This, to shine so bright In front of my eyes. This, so high above In the blue skies. This, oh what a sight For sore eyes like mine. This, oh is this love? Why feel this way? Because, like turtle doves, I wish to soar. With you, fantastic flights Can be much more. Because, to be void of Such feelings; can I say I see the light? The question was, "to be or not to be?" Ask Hamlet, for no man has pondered more. But now, to love or not to love? To me This question is much harder to ignore. For though we all have tired of cheats and lies, A mere smallA Sonnet on Love
