|I see black, I see red, the decision you make is what I dread...|
Nobody..Hard it is to be, those named "Nobody". Nobody really knows why that is..Nobody.. by cyimang
Nobody knows what they are.
Nobody asks why they are there.
Nobody really cares about them.
Nobody really cares for them.
Nobody helps them with anything, Nobody does..
Nobody seems to want to try.
Nobody feels the pain that they do, Nobody.
Nobody knows the torture that they go through.
Nobody knows the loneliness of that life that they lead.
Nobody would die for them. Really, Nobody would.
Nobody would think of them as a friend, except well, well Nobody..
But the biggest question Nobody would ever ask is: "Do you know what a Nobody is?"
The Dream of Life..I wish I could wake up from this dream, but I know that I can't. I am bound to this land as are the rest.The Dream of Life.. by cyimang
This land is not what I was promised, nor will it ever be. It was a lie, a sham, a clever trap created by it's maker.
I fell for the ploy. Yes, I was sold on the pretty words like any young man or woman would be. The tales of better
things to come, the stories of fortunes made in the most impossible ways.. But it was a dream, a dream that we
were told to dream.
And we fell for that dream, we were lolled into sleep, dreaming our lives away so we would be complacent, content..
But it wasn't enough, nor will it be. Not to sustain us, not keep us satisfied, not to keep from trying to wake up and
see the truth.
What did have I become in this state? What have I done in this foul land of empty promises and false hope? How have
I lived myself, living in a nightmare of a world that was supposed to be a dream of life, the dream of life?
How can I be free of these lies?
How can I be free of t
Do we.. Can weDo we have the time to say more than just "hello" to someone, anymore?Do we.. Can we by cyimang
Do we have the time to go to someones aid if they look upset, anymore?
Do we have the time to eat with ones, anymore?
Do we have the time to put down our games, and play with ones anymore?
Do we have the time to put down our electronics to text and call someone, and
use our "personal communication devices" to write and talk to, someone?
Do we have the time to sit down and actually talk to someone face to face, anymore?
Do we have the time to speak to someone we haven't talked to in a long time, anymore?
Do we have the time to just make someone smile, anymore?
Do we have the time to be a friend to someone, anymore?
Do we have the time to be a family member to someone, anymore?
Do we have the time to just listen, anymore?
Do we have the time to heal, anymore?
Do we have the time to live our lives, anymore?
Can we make the time, anymore?
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Why I don't celebrate ChristmasGrandma died when I was 18 years old, on Christmas day. I never really got to know her well, since the family had pretty much kept their distance from her due to her 'weird religion.' I grew up un-churched, as they say, and never had any interest in religion of any kind. Today, however, I practice the same religion as grandma did. Let me explain to you how that happened, and why I no longer celebrate Christmas.tommyboywood
When grandma died it was determined that the house and all its contents would be auctioned off. She lived in a humble little bungalow, not unlike the others on her street. Nothing she owned was of any value to the family, and I got the dubious assignment of going through her personal items to determine what might be sold, and what should be thrown away. Needless to say the last thing that I wanted to do was to go through an old lady's things, grandma or not. But, as I wasn't given a choice in the matter, I soon got to work. A
Love and Be LovedThat's it.madddy123
I have to get over him.
I have plenty of others that would love me.
I am willing to give him everything, but he just keeps handing my heart back to me on a Silver platter.
Dropped, and crushed.
He doesn't love me, nor will he ever.
All I want to do is cuddle with him
I want him to hold me
I want to kiss his lips
Admire his goofy smile
I want to give him everything
All of my love.
He doesn't deserve my love.
there are other guys that are begging for my love.
I need to get over him.
I just need to get over him.
He doesn't love me.
My body aches for his touch.
My feelings swirling.
What if he come's back?
Does he love me?
He acts like he loves me, but then he pushes me away.
I am bound.
I am not free
He pushes me away, yet holds me tight.
I love him more than anything in the world.
He holds me tight with his iron fists.
But he does not love...
yet somehow.... My heart will not give up on him..
love, and be loved...
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Num 1. For keeping my membership going..
Num 2. To give some points to those whom deserves them..
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Yes.. I wish I could have had a better life. But then I wouldn't have met you.|
And isn't that worth it??
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