Art/Photo


objects

Art/Photo
By HeartlessHeroine BRONZE
Voorhees, New Jersey
HeartlessHeroine BRONZE, Voorhees, New Jersey
1 article 22 photos 7 comments
Sergel-Mae BRONZE, O&#39Brien, Oregon
1 article 16 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

Art/Photo
By BrittanyPaigeArtist
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
BrittanyPaigeArtist, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
0 articles 25 photos 52 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You only live once"

Art/Photo
By BiancaInez
Damascus, Maryland
BiancaInez, Damascus, Maryland
0 articles 74 photos 27 comments
Art/Photo
By BiancaInez
Damascus, Maryland
BiancaInez, Damascus, Maryland
0 articles 74 photos 27 comments
Art/Photo
By liltrinhle SILVER
Raleigh, North Carolina
liltrinhle SILVER, Raleigh, North Carolina
8 articles 6 photos 37 comments
UlteriorMotives SILVER, Hope, Indiana
7 articles 4 photos 19 comments
MantonWright SILVER, Montclair, New Jersey
7 articles 44 photos 22 comments
RayneMaker, Wathena, Kansas
0 articles 15 photos 8 comments
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

Art/Photo
By Noshabora GOLD
St. Cloud, Florida
Noshabora GOLD, St. Cloud, Florida
17 articles 78 photos 107 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Poetry and art are when you take decades of thought and condense it into a nifty little portable carrying case that people can see and go 'Oooh, Ahh'... and then forget about it. But what does it matter, so long as YOU remember it?" ~ Bela




MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!