A NEW KIND - Part 1
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Dreamer-Tribute to John LennonDreamer (Tribute to John Lennon's Imagine) By DementousDreamer-Tribute to John Lennon
There are many who have the dream... the dream of peace... the dream of no hunger...no suffering... No killing, no hate...wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?
You may say we are dreamers... But you're not the only one... It may be hard for you... hard for you to imagine... to imagine peace... But it's easy if you try...
There are many who have the dream... the dream of peace... the dream of no hunger...no suffering... No killing, no hate...wouldn't that be a wonderful thing? &nbs
by ~Dementous
The InheritanceThe Inheritance By DementousThe Inheritance
Greg Newman died at age 84 from a heart attack. His multi-million dollar company, Techadyne, was given to his older heir, his first-born son, Russell Newman. Russell Newman was on his way to the Techadyne headquarters to go to a meeting that would give him ownership of Techadyne. He drove his red convertible down Main Street and turned left to Global Street. As Russell drove his car to the Techadyne Building, he thought of his father. He and his father were very close. He recalled many sunny days at the beach where he and his father would play and swim for hours and hours. He remembered ta
by ~Dementous
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What's it like??What's it like to be liked...not just wanted.What's it like??
Having someone like you for everything that makes you who you are.
Instead of only talking to you for whats under your clothes && what they think they will be able to get you to do.
What's it like to have a promise kept?
Not broken, ignored, && forgotten.
Given to you, not because it was wanted, but because it's a unique type of gift.
What's it like to be able to trust someone?
Having no reason to hide a single fact or detail of past events.
Speaking open, freely, && with out a care opinions you wouldn't dare share with another
by ~tearless-lyssaxXx
xXx.MyPoem.xXxHELP! Can anyone even hear me? My blood is leaking, seeping, dripping.. It's not for your damn attention! My life is slipping, slowly in to the dark.xXx.MyPoem.xXx
Is this my end? I see no light at the end of this tunnel. Black. Red. Flashing all around. Wicked faces, with evil grins, mocking my fate! Can't close my eyes and hide... Screams silenced, all that's left is to cry. So this ends...my mental suicide.
by ~tearless-lyssaxXx
Crazed.xXxI know it’s wrong. I know what would happen to me in the long run. I’ve been around it, read about it, but nothing can convince me to not want to at least try. I know it’s not as simple as saying, “okay. I’ll only try it once. It won’t hurt a thing, besides addiction won’t happen that fast!” One try could actually end up being my untimely demise. But, really I just don’t give a fuck. Sure I use to say no to drinking and smoking. Maybe I was smarter then. Now I’m welcoming it with open arms, begging it to come for me. Screaming for whatever it is that will take me to a whole new level of thinkiCrazed.xXx
by ~tearless-lyssaxXx
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