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[aid] => Mick
[title] => I Am
[time] => 2003-07-08 08:35:00
[hometext] => ** I wrote this for my english class in the beginning of sophomore year then she had us do anothe later on... this is the first version, so enjoy ^_^ **
[bodytext] => Cream – A caring and kind shade, the color of relaxed and daydreams.
A dog – Always loyal to its friends, and a companion for life. I will try my best, be my best, do my best, but I will also often fail… Christmas – A time where families are supposed to be one instead of far apart. What I always wish for in my own… “Ironic” – “It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take… It’s like meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife…” the story of my life. I want to feel the warm of love from another, but it seems that can never be. 13 – Like the flip of a coin, chance is the only thing depending on how things turn out. Fire – A burning, fiery passion within the soul, always burning brighter. Reds, oranges, yellows… creating the fire, setting it a flame. I used to dream sweet dreams, of being something great… but now they are gone. Drums – A low murmur at most times and then a lurid thundering boom at when it is most unexpected. Suburban – Smoothing running across the road, softly lulling you into a calm sense of peace and happiness. Reliable and durable for the times to come. I will never smile for true again… A futon – Comfort in anyway, there when you need to relax and calm down from the stress of everyday. Strawberries – Sprinkled with light dewdrops of morning, always fresh and sweet. I let go of the ones I care about, for the benefit of others… Whistle – A subtle sound, showing simple approval, then maybe something more. Theater – A place to get away from all of life’s troubles, and dip into the make-believe worlds of romance, comedy, and adventure. I have forgotten what it is like to feel pain. I am use to the heartache that comes with being a human being. Fly – Soaring through the clouds, higher and higher. Never wanting to come down. Dreaming of the wonders that await ahead. A square – A frame of my life, four equal sides. Identical. And yet they never seem to be together entirely. I remember a time when I thought that love was the genuine bond of all. But, I guess was wrong… A daisy – Most innocent of all flowers, but underestimated in the overall outlook. December – White powder softly falls over me. The sound of a tender melody plays softly all around you. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 14 [informant] => undead_poet14 [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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