I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
'Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole.
In the morning, glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
- A Poison Tree, William Blake
If there were paper in my hands, no matter the content, I would have ripped the paper up violently. Mad is not the word to use. I really would not use many of the synonyms of anger either.
uttered by a mistaken mind
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huh? what happened? I can understand being angry over something.
Well, if you want to talk, I'm here for you. People say that I'm a pretty good listener. ^_^ Either way... Love ya!!
...uttered by a mistaken mind...but not a mistaken heart.
I can't juggle at all...(at least you tried)
Just trying to express my emotions. I am not sure if it worked though. The emotion was somewhat fleeting.
It's hard to capture that which so strongly comes and quickly runs. Acts like ice, is solid at one point, but slowly or quickly melts away into a memory.
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