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#85581voted by our readers
By dphung20 SILVER
Ho Chi Minh, Other

I close my eyes and start to dream It was easier than what it seems. In my dreams, nothing has its meaning. But I am filled with strong feelings. In my dreams, my wishes come...
dphung20 SILVER, Ho Chi Minh, Other
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#85582 Poetry
By SloanRyan BRONZE
Flint, Michigan
SloanRyan BRONZE, Flint, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#85583 Poetry
By Anonymous
#85584 Poetry
By IdeasToPaper SILVER
Bronx, New York
IdeasToPaper SILVER, Bronx, New York
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#85585 Poetry
By lph13 PLATINUM
Enid, Oklahoma
lph13 PLATINUM, Enid, Oklahoma
34 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live!” Bob Marley

#85586 Poetry
By xXsmileXx PLATINUM
St. Louis, Missouri
xXsmileXx PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
34 articles 0 photos 265 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Your dreams only become intangible when you stop reaching" ~me ;)

#85587 Poetry
By Sammmmmmmm GOLD
Jefferson, Maryland
Sammmmmmmm GOLD, Jefferson, Maryland
17 articles 10 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
Strength is hard to get, and easy to use<br /> Don&#039;t leave the ones you love for the ones you like ; they, too, will leave you for the ones they love

#85588 Poetry
By Deacon BRONZE
Fryeburg, Maine
Deacon BRONZE, Fryeburg, Maine
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Beware the fury of a patient man.&quot;

#85589 Poetry
By isabelw DIAMOND
Atlanta, Georgia
isabelw DIAMOND, Atlanta, Georgia
58 articles 2 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;They say I&#039;m a dreamer, but I&#039;m not the only one.&quot; -John Lennon

#85590 Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter