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#482661voted by our readers
By Bludlow12 BRONZE
Chicago, Illinois

My mind is the embodiment of nothing But just a consumed soul Waiting for its time to arrive My brain sleeps when its night My body wakes when its morning There is no change...
Bludlow12 BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

#482662 Poetry
By Sarah♥ SILVER
Milford, Connecticut
Sarah♥ SILVER, Milford, Connecticut
7 articles 0 photos 6 comments
#482663 Poetry
By sesquipedalia SILVER
Sydney, Other
sesquipedalia SILVER, Sydney, Other
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Nowhere's now here smelling of junipers.

#482664 Poetry
By Adrienne321 GOLD
Campbell, California
Adrienne321 GOLD, Campbell, California
14 articles 0 photos 4 comments
#482665 Poetry
By Shananigans13 SILVER
Quezon City, Other
Shananigans13 SILVER, Quezon City, Other
7 articles 8 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It&#039;s better to regret doing something than regretting not doing anything at all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Better to be late than never.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Regretting is always at the end.&quot;

#482666 Poetry
By Mrz.kookie BRONZE
Charlotte, North Carolina
Mrz.kookie BRONZE, Charlotte, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#482667 Poetry
By Anonymous
#482668 Poetry
By IAmHere BRONZE
Marion, Ohio
IAmHere BRONZE, Marion, Ohio
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Insanity is doing something over and over again expecting different results.

#482669 Poetry
cookie_monster99 GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
17 articles 2 photos 6 comments
#482670 Poetry
billlover420 GOLD, Justin, Texas
12 articles 0 photos 70 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger,The Catcher in the Rye,