'Road Not Taken'; Dalton

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July 10

In High School, we find out great things. We stark out new possibilities. There we find out new possibilities. There we experience to be real. In High School, we feel to love and be loved, to hate and to be hated, and so much more. Here in Welton High School, social injustice happens.

 

In English Class today’s topic was Robert Frost’s ‘Road Not Taken’. I knew that poem months ago. It was the first poem Pietro spoke of.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

It was already time for the session to start so Pietro started it of with poetic words. “To suck out the marrow of life doesn’t mean choking the bone.”

“Today, we are joined by Dalton’s love interest, Vine!” Wayne shouted.

“Wayne is just making the crap out of this.” Vine stated.

“Yes, he is.” I added.

“We will hear a poem by Dalton.” David announced.

“So I made this last night.
The circus of sorrows,
The illusions of trickery,
The face of reality,
The place of sadness.

Somewhere in the darkest part of you,
Lies a Roller Coaster of depression,
A Ferris Wheel of pain
And a Merry-Go-Round of grief.

There I found your bitterness
And you found my broken heart
With all our goodness and badness,
Our angels and our demons,
We fell for each other,
We wrote a story,
Which history witnessed

Would we go back to that place?
Or should we take a step to the light?
Would our fates still be bound to that course?
Or should it alter?
Should it be what it once was?
Or should it spark new possibilities.

In the Circus of Sorrows,
Our paths crossed,
Destinies bound to each other,
Fates intertwined
But the darkness, always would stay.
There we found each other.

The Circus of Sorrows,
Would never be gone
But as long as I have you
And you have me—
Darkness wouldn’t be faced
By you alone nor
I, on my own.  ”

Vine stood and clapped then she asked me. “To whom was that dedicated?”

“Forgive me but it was actually for you.” I answered.

“Dalton, you didn’t tell me. It has been more than a year already.” She exclaimed.

“We’ll leave you guys here. Wayne let’s go!” Pietro shouted.

“Vine, every single day I devoted in loving you.” I added. “It’s just so excruciating to know that you will no longer and you can’t reciprocate what I feel.”

“I’m so sorry Dalton.” She replied. “I didn’t mean to…”

I shed in tears and my knees folded. Vine stretched her arms to hug me and that moment I felt that we couldn’t be more than friends.

“As long as you are happy, I’m fine with it.” I told her.

“Thank you, Dalton.” She said, “Thank you!”

July 10

Upon crying on Vine’s shoulders, it told me that I am not the man she loves. She still loves her bastard ex-boyfriend, who just left her without any goodbye. Perhaps love thrives in those who are true. I am writing this so Vine may understand what I feel. This I wrote for her.

 

She 

She’s so wonderful
She’s so cute
She’s so pretty
She’s my everything
She’s so intelligent
She’s the one I need
 She’s so lovely
She’s the one,
I will die for.
She’s the one, I love

She’s definitely my boss,
She’s such a dynamite gal,
She’s the reason of every smile,
She’s my inspiration,
She’s my perfect bliss,
She’s my sweet affliction,
She’s my life.

She gave me a heart attack,
She spinned my head off,
She broke me,
She rejected me
She made me a sweet F.A.,
She didn’t love me back,
She made my cry.

But in the end
She’s still the one I need,
She’s still my perfect bliss,
She’s still my life,
She’s still the one, I will die for,
And most importantly,
She’s still the one I love.

 

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