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#252311voted by our readers
By Anonymous

I measure a year by the fights I endure I measure a year by the times I am sure I am sure it is right I am sure it is wrong I think it is spite When I think I’m so strong I m...

#252312 Poetry
By SarahhS2 GOLD
Amelia, Virginia
SarahhS2 GOLD, Amelia, Virginia
12 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Every artist was first an amateur. <br /> Ralph Waldo Emerson

#252313 Poetry
By CynthiaLynnILY PLATINUM
Moore, Oklahoma
CynthiaLynnILY PLATINUM, Moore, Oklahoma
30 articles 3 photos 21 comments
#252314 Poetry
By Gypsyroses SILVER
Lower Merion, Pennsylvania
Gypsyroses SILVER, Lower Merion, Pennsylvania
7 articles 2 photos 17 comments
#252315 Poetry
By nightfallsfast SILVER
Clemmons, North Carolina
nightfallsfast SILVER, Clemmons, North Carolina
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;How did I know that someday- at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere- the bell jar with its stifling distortions, wouldn&#039;t descend again?&quot; -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

#252316 Poetry
By Mark Foust BRONZE
Twinsburg, Ohio
Mark Foust BRONZE, Twinsburg, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#252317 Poetry
By 35mph BRONZE
Fayetteville, North Carolina
35mph BRONZE, Fayetteville, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Everything we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.

#252318 Poetry
By Anonymous
#252319 Poetry
amberax7 BRONZE, Richmond, Virginia
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father&#039;s hand. I and the Father are one.&rdquo;- John 10:28-30

#252320 Poetry
By Descant GOLD
Huntington Beach, California
Descant GOLD, Huntington Beach, California
15 articles 40 photos 26 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;A man&#039;s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened&quot; &ndash;Albert Camus