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#44561voted by our readers
By MayaElyashiv PLATINUM
Ramat Hasharon, Other

Pain Behind the eyes Shoots through the head And Settles Waves Intruding thought Wrack the body And Diminish Pressure Building slowly Like a torture Then Releas...
MayaElyashiv PLATINUM, Ramat Hasharon, Other
37 articles 4 photos 193 comments

#44562 Poetry
keep_hope_alive23 BRONZE, Indianapolis, Indiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"People should fall in love with their eyes closed."- Andy Warhol.

#44563 Poetry
By RyanM. PLATINUM
Klamath Falls, Oregon
RyanM. PLATINUM, Klamath Falls, Oregon
30 articles 0 photos 70 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Those who deny the darkness in their hearts, are the ones who fall deeper into it."

#44564 Poetry
By Maddieb211 BRONZE
Lowell, Massachusetts
Maddieb211 BRONZE, Lowell, Massachusetts
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#44565 Poetry
By Anonymous
#44566 Poetry
By Brianna Cote BRONZE
Martinsburg, West Virginia
Brianna Cote BRONZE, Martinsburg, West Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#44567 Poetry
By Sullyfidget BRONZE
Stillwater, Minnesota
Sullyfidget BRONZE, Stillwater, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#44568 Poetry
By Anonymous
#44569 Poetry
By Chrome_Clouds SILVER
Winterport, Maine
Chrome_Clouds SILVER, Winterport, Maine
9 articles 2 photos 7 comments
#44570 Poetry
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."