A Tale Of A Boy

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“They tell ones' fist beholds their strength,
My dear!
How you mistake
viloence for patience?”

Let me tell the tale
Of enraging black and white
One untouched Warzone
between his heart and mind.

There was this boy
homesick, he was for peace.
His heart,
it ached for a touch of love.
But all he got was scurries of feet
and venomous whispers that were too much.

Insults like thunder,
Clouding his sight,   
His two worlds crash,

His soul,
begs peace.
His fist,       
screams fight.

His eyes they flame with venom,
Like a panther ready to strike.

One moment
his fists cheer for destruction,    
The next,                                  
He's dwelling in sorrys.

Let me tell a tale of a boy,
Whose anger was
his
self-destruction.

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A\N: this anger quote on the sidebar thingie applies to me very much, no kidding I'm a raging fire and the worst person when angry that I want to slap myself afterwards....
Oh and don't ask me why I'm saying this. I just am =p

MQOTD:

(a hideous mashed up hint: oranges are the fruits and orange is the color.)

You think the orange oranges are orange because orange is orange or orange is called orange because the oranges are orange? Which one came first you say, orange oranges or orange?
My personal monkey guess, that oranges were said to be orange first. because orange is orange like orangey orange oranges and oranges came first.
Orange orangey oranges orange oranges orangey orange  bubble gum cookies and orangey ice cream with the orange oranges.

Oranges y'all? Oranges.

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