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Poetry
By Aurelie SILVER
Bellevue, Washington

A hint of something more- the bright bolts of color of the solos of the brave So much passion stifled- imagining a world; yet accused of incompetence; the fear A...
Aurelie SILVER, Bellevue, Washington
6 articles 3 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I'm dying of boredom. Or maybe just dying" -Megan Whalen Turner


Poetry
By 05Daze_001 BRONZE
Moline, Illinois
05Daze_001 BRONZE, Moline, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By RLJoy DIAMOND
Glen Rock, New Jersey
RLJoy DIAMOND, Glen Rock, New Jersey
56 articles 0 photos 86 comments
Brokengirl07 PLATINUM, Roy, Utah
33 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
You have the power to make a difference, If you have the guts to try

Poetry
By Littleabby18 SILVER
Henderson, Nevada
Littleabby18 SILVER, Henderson, Nevada
7 articles 1 photo 17 comments
Poetry
By kaleidoscope_girl BRONZE
Decherd, Tennessee
kaleidoscope_girl BRONZE, Decherd, Tennessee
4 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You gotta put up with the rain to see the rainbow." (unknown)

Poetry
By sorestomachs BRONZE
Burlington, Wisconsin
sorestomachs BRONZE, Burlington, Wisconsin
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By masterbeefking BRONZE
Cambridge, Massachusetts
masterbeefking BRONZE, Cambridge, Massachusetts
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo;<br /> ― John Green, Paper Towns

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By Meecah11 BRONZE
Palm Desert, California
Meecah11 BRONZE, Palm Desert, California
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments