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#185091voted by our readers
By RationalIdealist BRONZE
Orinda, California

Sometimes, When life becomes too mundane, I walk out of my house, Up the driveway, Duck beneath the rusted orange barbed wire, And sneak onto the Reserv...
RationalIdealist BRONZE, Orinda, California
3 articles 0 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;The human race has only one really effective weapon and that is laughter.&rdquo; <br /> ― Mark Twain


#185092 Poetry
By Anonymous
#185093 Poetry
Hopper SILVER, Kalispell, Montana
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
No matter what happens, control the outcome. It&#039;s on you. Always has been. --N.B.D.

#185094 Poetry
Yukina SILVER, Bronx, New York
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#185095 Poetry
cheetoz45680 DIAMOND, Bridgeport, Connecticut
88 articles 0 photos 69 comments

Favorite Quote:
Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

#185096 Poetry
By Primo GOLD
Ontario, California
Primo GOLD, Ontario, California
16 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
.Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent<br /> <br /> .Don&rsquo;t say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it.

#185097 Poetry
By InABlink BRONZE
Coventry, Connecticut
InABlink BRONZE, Coventry, Connecticut
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is field. I will meet you there.&quot;

#185098 Poetry
By Iceebreaker2 SILVER
Murrieta, California
Iceebreaker2 SILVER, Murrieta, California
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Good things fall apart so that better things can fall together.

#185099 Poetry
By ccblue BRONZE
Boston, Massachusetts
ccblue BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#185100 Poetry
By ClaireSandoval GOLD
Bratislava, Other
ClaireSandoval GOLD, Bratislava, Other
11 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&#039;&#039;We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist&rsquo;s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.&#039;&#039;