Purple

I tend to blog when I'm feeling odd. Not sad, just odd. More like out of place. It's just that normal unsatisfactory feeling that everyone gets once in awhile. And blogging has become my source of solace . Besides God, family and my best friend. But well, I just feel like blogging tonight.

I am sleep deprived, and I'm sick, but I'm not doing anything about it and I don't know why. I miss writing poems, but sometimes I feel like I'm not sad enough, hence, I do not have the ability to do so, which is false. I don't know why, I tend to distract myself with myself too much.

I was an emotional, angsty, wreck last year who was probably controlled by hormones, that's why I was sad most of the time last year and wrote more poems, and did more things to make myself feel happy about myself. But I find happiness very easily now a days, because I'm accustomed and immune to so many feelings and thoughts from other people.

And I glad I am! :)

Anyway, I wrote this poem last year, which I found while I was clearing my room.

That's the name of the poem! And it goes like this (well, it's actually a story which has a poem in it, so I'll just type the poem down!)

"I have a purple unibrow."

"The row of fur above my eyelids,

below my forehead. Can you see it?

It's purples, It's in a row!

Would it make you go?

I hear screams and gasps when I show it,

Which is most of the time- and then I get timid-

Timid with my emotions like a sad fish in the seaweed,

I'm different and it's a task to which I have to deal with.

Some are fascinated with my unibrow,

It grows grapes when someone sees a rainbow,

Although my eyebrows grow purples in a row,

I sell the grapes to get some dough."

xx