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Array ( [sid] => 134410 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Choose My Memory [time] => 2007-05-16 19:47:03 [hometext] => Sometimes I wonder which one is better; not knowing about everything and live without fear... or knowing everything and preparing for fear? [bodytext] => There is a girl of age eighteen
Awaiting adulthood, till she turns nineteen
She wonders which memory was better
Her previous life of adolescence, a memorable shelter

Of having fun, running free
Rolling on dirt, and climbing trees
The ability of knowing everything
Just experiencing new things, anything

A curiosity like a simple cat
Like a little kitten, don't know where it's at
Young years of mother's presence
And a father's act, a little intense

Living in a world she knew of freedom
Imagining things, a kingdom
A first choice of memory
Her not knowing of adultery

Then there's a choice of what's happening now
A different kind of dream, reality somehow
Where things are real, and life is hard
Where hopes might shatter into thousand shards

A place she thought she could still dream
Of her imagination -- no, it's hard, it seems
Broken families does exist
It's where she becomes a pessimist

Unsure of everything, can't seem to sleep
Always thinking, nevermore does she weep
This life she is in, her future is her imagination
She has gone through many infatuation

She has felt sadness, felt ever so dumb
It's too painful, though a little numb
She stares into space, in her own mind
A perfect reality, she won't find

Here sits a girl, waiting for adulthood
She's quiet, shy, and misunderstood.
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Choose My Memory

Contributed by russianroulette on Wednesday, 16th May 2007 @ 07:47:03 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

There is a girl of age eighteen
Awaiting adulthood, till she turns nineteen
She wonders which memory was better
Her previous life of adolescence, a memorable shelter

Of having fun, running free
Rolling on dirt, and climbing trees
The ability of knowing everything
Just experiencing new things, anything

A curiosity like a simple cat
Like a little kitten, don't know where it's at
Young years of mother's presence
And a father's act, a little intense

Living in a world she knew of freedom
Imagining things, a kingdom
A first choice of memory
Her not knowing of adultery

Then there's a choice of what's happening now
A different kind of dream, reality somehow
Where things are real, and life is hard
Where hopes might shatter into thousand shards

A place she thought she could still dream
Of her imagination -- no, it's hard, it seems
Broken families does exist
It's where she becomes a pessimist

Unsure of everything, can't seem to sleep
Always thinking, nevermore does she weep
This life she is in, her future is her imagination
She has gone through many infatuation

She has felt sadness, felt ever so dumb
It's too painful, though a little numb
She stares into space, in her own mind
A perfect reality, she won't find

Here sits a girl, waiting for adulthood
She's quiet, shy, and misunderstood.

Copyright © russianroulette ... [ 2007-05-16 19:47:03]
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Re: Choose My Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by GemmaLouiseRose on Wednesday, 16th May 2007 @ 10:02:45 PM AEST
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Its easy to tell this has come from real emotion, and although its a bad place to be atleast you can express yourself like this. Its touching and i understood. good write xx

Re: Choose My Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Wednesday, 16th May 2007 @ 10:22:51 PM AEST
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This was deep and well expressed.. I think that your real emotions should through this and made it raw and honest.. You did a really good job.. Hang in there and keep your chin up..

Take care
Christina

Re: Choose My Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Thursday, 17th May 2007 @ 04:24:44 AM AEST
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a very deep and well expressed piece of poetry here.. it is hard when you cross that bridge of becoming a full adult and yet your still a kid in a sense.. I remember those days lolz seems like a million years ago now lolz great job in expression here

Vampyress Jenni

Re: Choose My Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by AnastasiaN on Thursday, 17th May 2007 @ 04:59:53 AM AEST
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Great poem, I can certainly empathize. In my bitter resentment I've come to the conclusion that innocense is lost now. There are way too many children who know too much about the evils in the world and are no longer children. I would so much like to return to that early place of ignorance, because knowing all that adults do can be such a burden some times hey?

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