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Array ( [sid] => 54513 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Become you Choice. [time] => 2004-07-02 11:49:00 [hometext] => A good buddy suggest this site, and for that i dedicate my first poem to him. :P [bodytext] => When the morning is lulled before the storm,
craddled in the arms of suspense,
do you toss the moment into the air,
like a graduation cap before the rest of your life?

The fruit salad in a glass dish,
warm colors disguised the fact that their chilled for freshness.
Remember your birthday?
Is it cooled in the back of your mind? Is it vibrant? Do you taste it still?

The pages of the dictionary are
inked as well as any book.
You know the words,
you read them
and use them,
and occasionally abuse them
as we all do,
though you'd don't like to admit it.

When the storm has passed,
its gray and brooding clouds slivered
by sharp, endless blue,
will you discover that dictionary empty
and write one of your own?
What words do you know?
What definitions?
What origins?

Do you know it's all about what you know, life that is, and that's why it's so hard.
But, in all instances, it's as easy as getting up in the morning knowing that change is a moment, a dicision when you decide to become who you want to be.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 43 [informant] => C2C [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Become you Choice.

Contributed by C2C on Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 11:49:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



When the morning is lulled before the storm,
craddled in the arms of suspense,
do you toss the moment into the air,
like a graduation cap before the rest of your life?

The fruit salad in a glass dish,
warm colors disguised the fact that their chilled for freshness.
Remember your birthday?
Is it cooled in the back of your mind? Is it vibrant? Do you taste it still?

The pages of the dictionary are
inked as well as any book.
You know the words,
you read them
and use them,
and occasionally abuse them
as we all do,
though you'd don't like to admit it.

When the storm has passed,
its gray and brooding clouds slivered
by sharp, endless blue,
will you discover that dictionary empty
and write one of your own?
What words do you know?
What definitions?
What origins?

Do you know it's all about what you know, life that is, and that's why it's so hard.
But, in all instances, it's as easy as getting up in the morning knowing that change is a moment, a dicision when you decide to become who you want to be.




Copyright © C2C ... [ 2004-07-02 11:49:00]
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Re: Become you Choice. (User Rating: 1 )
by Egyptian_Smudge on Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 11:54:58 AM AEST
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Do you know how much of a dork you are?

Hehe.

I loved it. I don't know who spiked your punch today but tell them I said thanks. Its a great poem. LOVE IT!

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