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Eiffel Tower

By BRONZE
Montclair, New Jersey

Higher, higher, higher. Up, up, up. This is my life desire. The Eiffel Tower. The people below me are dots. I waited in line for an hour. I see all of Paris, as beautiful a...

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#238222 Poetry

Blood

By SILVER
Belle Rose, Louisiana

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Toes in Grass

By SILVER
Wallingford, Kentucky

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#238224 Poetry

Choked

By SILVER
Ithaca, New York

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lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
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A child said, "What is the grass?" fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven... and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. -Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. -Looking For Alaska Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, 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've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters. -Paper Towns It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. -Paper Towns Elsewhere the landscape is more frank. The light falls without letup, blindingly. - A Life, Sylvia Plath

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#238225 Poetry

The beautiful river

By BRONZE
Sweet Home, Oregon