All the ColorsA Poem by Shutter SpeedAnd by the time you discover that the writing actually means something, the pen is out of ink and the pages and pages are full of useless scribbles each one to satisfy its three minutes' worth but not give a damn for the future but now it's all the past anyways when your noontime sorrows are your midnight fears with the deafening roar of six billion voices crying out your failure to them to yourself to forever, blowing away the mask you mistook for wisdom to leave you tearing up six billion pages of false smiles and raw tears looking back reluctantly at the grey area in a memory too simply your life but now with all the colors too many colors to drown in. © 2008 Shutter SpeedAuthor's Note
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Added on June 19, 2008AuthorShutter SpeedMadison, ALAboutI'm 14 and live in Alabama. But nah, I ain't no hillbilly. My camera is my best friend, only second to my Coca-Cola pen. I despise boredom and love travelling--those few times I get to. I play piano s.. more..Writing
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