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By ChristianCapers PLATINUM
Dublin, Ohio

The guy with the green streak in his hair I can’t help but stare Hello, Mr. Green Streak Please don’t think I’m a freak I live in the Midwest Where people were coats and boo...
ChristianCapers PLATINUM, Dublin, Ohio
25 articles 8 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don't get embarrassed, I embarrass.


Poetry
By ThunderHorse92 SILVER
Flushing, New York
ThunderHorse92 SILVER, Flushing, New York
7 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise."

Poetry
By Jkrissy95 BRONZE
Brooklyn, New York
Jkrissy95 BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
4 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Leonardo Da Vinci<br /> Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather becomes frozen, even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.

tlboyer SILVER, Hanalei, Nevada
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Live for the present, Learn from the past, and look forward to the future.

Poetry
By Rawquel BRONZE
Modesto, California
Rawquel BRONZE, Modesto, California
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
daughterofthestars BRONZE, Fairmont, North Carolina
1 article 1 photo 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Does my being half-naked bother you?&quot; Jacob Black

InvisibleHeart GOLD, Barony, Other
15 articles 4 photos 36 comments
Kaelynn GOLD, Reno, Nevada
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
We can climb out of hell one inch at a time.

HunterD.C. BRONZE, Cullman, Alabama
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By woah.its.shayla BRONZE
Sulphur Springs, Arkansas
woah.its.shayla BRONZE, Sulphur Springs, Arkansas
3 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Life&rsquo;s but a walking shadow, a poor player<br /> That struts and frets his hour upon the stage<br /> And then is heard no more: it is a tale<br /> Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,<br /> Signifying nothing.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash;Macbeth in Macbeth