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By paerpoet GOLD
Farmington Hills, Michigan

Right now I am sitting under something disgusting choking on cigarettes and whatever still counts as love. Waiting. And I am terribly lonely. I am the biggest cliché of what cou...
paerpoet GOLD, Farmington Hills, Michigan
12 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Being still does not mean don't move. It means move in peace." -E'yen A. Gardner


#434712 Poetry
By WoznyE BRONZE
Lewisville, Texas
WoznyE BRONZE, Lewisville, Texas
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#434713 Poetry
By amudhini BRONZE
Kalpakkam, Other
amudhini BRONZE, Kalpakkam, Other
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
the pain of parting<br /> is nothing to the <br /> joy if meeting again.

KP2016 GOLD, Delafield, Wisconsin
16 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#434715 Poetry
By claireli2003 SILVER
Shanghai, Other
claireli2003 SILVER, Shanghai, Other
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#434716 Poetry
By mmodeusher GOLD
Shreveport, Louisiana
mmodeusher GOLD, Shreveport, Louisiana
12 articles 2 photos 11 comments
#434717 Poetry
By Rawkstar_bri GOLD
Jacksonville, Florida
Rawkstar_bri GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
15 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
All is far in love and war

#434718 Poetry
By Anonymous
#434719 Poetry
HopeIsWhatWeCrave GOLD, Rowlett, Texas
11 articles 1 photo 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
[Frodo] How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold. <br /> <br /> _________________<br /> <br /> [Pippin] I didn&#039;t think it would end this way. <br /> [Gandalf] End? No, the journey doesn&#039;t end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. <br /> [Pippin] What? Gandalf?... See what? <br /> [Gandalf] White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. <br /> [Pippin] Well, that isn&#039;t so bad. <br /> [Gandalf] No... No it isn&#039;t.<br /> <br /> _________________<br /> <br /> [Frodo] I can&#039;t do this Sam.<br /> [Sam] I know. By rights we shouldn&#039;t even be here, but we are. It&#039;s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn&#039;t want to know the end, because how could the end by happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it&#039;s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even the darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. The folk in those stories had plenty of chances of turning back only they didn&#039;t. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something. <br /> [Frodo] What were they holding onto, Sam?<br /> [Sam] That there&#039;s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it&#039;s worth fighting for

#434720 Poetry
By stillheartless PLATINUM
Eugene, Oregon
stillheartless PLATINUM, Eugene, Oregon
40 articles 0 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I&#039;m sorry to leave you.&quot; -Jenny Downham