It's funny how things can turn out. Somethings that happen can twist your life around. Please keep in mind that I am still but a teenager. I am probably not even a mentally healthy one either. A friend of mine once suggested that it is because of my writing that I do in fact seem very strange. I do not know if that is true or not, but it is not important what causes it. It is what it is itself that is important. I prefer to call it "the curse of tongue." By this I mean that I tend to think in metaphors and riddles it seems. Not only that, but I occasionally speak like so sometimes. No one really knows what goes on in my head. I appear to be a normal everyday teenage boy at first, but quickly does that seem to change. Suddenly people find it hard to follow my train of thought, or even my beliefs, and my motives. Maybe this is my fault, for letting myself fall into this hole, but I can never let go of it. Last night I went and partied with some friends of mine (yes, I do actually have friends.) Everything was great at first, but it wasn't long before I saw someone who happens to look just like I imagined Marie-Lynn to look like, the real Marie-Lynn. If you knew me well, you would know that this is never a good thing. The moment that I start associating someone with her is the moment I let myself believe for a moment that she is Marie-Lynn, in a way. In my own twisted way, I succumbed to my own foolishness. If we hadn't been drinking... I may have never spoken to her. I guess in a way this is my confession of what happened last night. I was going to write down the story involving this girl, but I found myself incapable of finishing it. Apparently I cannot get it out in this manner. Oh well. Anyways, I've vented a little too much and believe I should at least give you a poem of some sort for bothering with this post.
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Orange, Red, and Yellow
I trusted you.
And you betrayed me.
No longer cool like blue,
Orange, red, and yellow is what I'll be.
Fire ignites, blood boils.
Poet writes, viper coils.
Perpetual anger, burning might.
Crouching tiger, hidden night.
Truth be told, it's all lies.
Lies are bold, see who cries.
Not my tears, but yours.
Not my fears, but yours.
I trusted you.
And you betrayed me.
No longer cool like blue,
Orange, red, and yellow is what I'll be.
Cold as ice, the heartless speaks.
Orange eyes, the truth leaks.
Flames consume, now you fall.
Here's your doom, above all.
Broken knife, only defence.
End of life, loss of sense.
Death come, it is done.
I succumb, overdone.
I trusted you.
And you betrayed me.
No longer cool like blue,
Orange, red, and yellow is what I've become.
-Zero
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