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By Rensarou BRONZE
Clarkston, Michigan

I am a riddle under a mask, my answers hidden in plain sight. Look too deep, and you will see murky water. Look too little, and you will see nothing. You must find that careful...
Rensarou BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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#228802 Poetry
By JD2831 SILVER
Hartland, Wisconsin
JD2831 SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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#228803 Poetry
By ValEP BRONZE
Arlington, Texas
ValEP BRONZE, Arlington, Texas
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The ones who try to help are the ones who struggle the most"

#228804 Poetry
By Anonymous
#228805 Poetry
By UndercoverPoet SILVER
Weston, Florida
UndercoverPoet SILVER, Weston, Florida
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#228806 Poetry
By davyjames BRONZE
Oak Park, California
davyjames BRONZE, Oak Park, California
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Favorite Quote:
“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.” - Charles Bukowski

#228807 Poetry
By SkilletRiser SILVER
Paterson, New Jersey
SkilletRiser SILVER, Paterson, New Jersey
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#228808 Poetry
By Si_er_ra GOLD
Littleton, Colorado
Si_er_ra GOLD, Littleton, Colorado
14 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
In the end it will be okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

#228809 Poetry
By Anonymous
#228810 Poetry
By AnnFoy SILVER
Louisburg, North Carolina
AnnFoy SILVER, Louisburg, North Carolina
6 articles 10 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Zarathustra, however, looked at the people and wondered. Then he<br /> spake thus:<br /> Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman- a<br /> rope over an abyss.<br /> A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous<br /> looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.<br /> What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what<br /> is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going.<br /> I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for<br /> they are the over-goers.<br /> I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers,<br /> and arrows of longing for the other shore.<br /> I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for<br /> going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the<br /> earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.<br /> I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order<br /> that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeketh he his own<br /> down-going.<br /> I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the<br /> house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and<br /> plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.<br /> I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to<br /> down-going, and an arrow of longing.<br /> I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth<br /> to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit<br /> over the bridge.<br /> I love him who maketh his virtue his inclination and destiny:<br /> thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no<br /> more.<br /> I love him who desireth not too many virtues. One virtue is more<br /> of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one&#039;s destiny<br /> to cling to.<br /> I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks and doth<br /> not give back: for he always bestoweth, and desireth not to keep for<br /> himself.<br /> I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and<br /> who then asketh: &quot;Am I a dishonest player?&quot;- for he is willing to<br /> succumb.<br /> I love him who scattereth golden words in advance of his deeds,<br /> and always doeth more than he promiseth: for he seeketh his own<br /> down-going.<br /> I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past<br /> ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.<br /> I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth his God: for he<br /> must succumb through the wrath of his God.<br /> I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may<br /> succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the<br /> bridge.<br /> I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and<br /> all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.<br /> I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his<br /> head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causeth his<br /> down-going.<br /> I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the<br /> dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the<br /> lightning, and succumb as heralds.<br /> Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the<br /> cloud: the lightning, however, is the Superman.-