WTWM AT Part 3Part 3: Marceline I looked at Marshall Lee as he slurped the red out of the strawberry I gave him. I was also taking the red out of the strawberry I held, draining out every last drop of the color from the strawberry. I had almost sucked the green out of the strawberry too, since I was maybe a little too spaced out looking at Marshall. I immediately spit the green back out onto the gray strawberry. Then, I dropped the it into the trashcan, making a little “plop” noise. Marshall looked over at me with a curious expression on his face after I made that spitting noise, since I almost sucked the green out of the strawberry. “Green’s not my color,” I explained, then took another strawberry out of the bowl I had placed on the couch between me and Marshall. “I can tell. Hey, where’s your bass axe? Can I take a look at it?” He asked. “Yeah. Hold on, let me find it,” I said, threw the gray strawberry awa
AngerAngerYou try to conceal itIt just breaks throughYou try to put it outThe flame gets biggerYou try to hold it backIt always comes fourthAngerWhen it does break throughThere are concequencesWhen its flame gets biggerYou get into troubleWhen it comes fourthYou are punishedAngerHard to controlIt’s such a harsh emotionA parent mad with his childA sibling annoyed with anotherA friendship turned upsidedownFrustrationAnnoyanceIrritationAngerIt will crush youDestroy youDemolish youExterminate youKill your pure soulInto a million piecesOf hatredAngerIt will make you cryMake you yellMake you regretMake you fightMake you dieAngerIt willAnd alwaysTake the real you awayThe kind youThe sweet youThe generous youAnd replace itWith itself,Anger.
What is Gray?What is Gray? Gray is a tiny, scampering mouse dragging its long tail, dark, rain filled clouds pouring down rain onto the Earth, and of course a scary ghost which came from the graveyard.It smells like an attic full of toys and old photos, a stinky, dead rat covered in spider webs, and even the smell of rain on slippery concrete.You can taste it in freshly cooked oysters, delicious Chinese cooked fish, and also in your mouth when you bite your tongue.Gray sounds like an alpha wolf howling in the forest at midnight, hovering ghosts screaming wildly in the darkness of caves, and thunder that is booming in the dark, night sky.It feels like annoying, fuzzy lint that flies with the wind, cold, wet rocks that you can find in rivers, and even really thick smoke that comes from forest fires.I feel gray when I am gloomy, like when it’s a rainy day in school and the wind is blowing hard, when I am suspicious, like when I’m trying to figure out where the ball landed when I play
The Blazing StarThe Blazing StarSo much depends upona yellow blazing starglazed with shining sparklesbeside the black universe.