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#191981voted by our readers
By soccerpsycho49 PLATINUM
Teaneck, New Jersey

When Death is calling From down below When Death is calling You’d better go When Death is begging From the ground When Death is begging Rules have unbound Die without honor...
soccerpsycho49 PLATINUM, Teaneck, New Jersey
37 articles 0 photos 31 comments

Favorite Quote:
Those who say that sunshine is happiness have never danced in the rain.


#191982 Poetry
By Daydreamishly GOLD
Alexandria, Virginia
Daydreamishly GOLD, Alexandria, Virginia
19 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#191983 Poetry
By TeresaJeanC DIAMOND
Sebastpol, California
TeresaJeanC DIAMOND, Sebastpol, California
63 articles 0 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I hope the exit will be joyful, and I hope never to return" -Frida Kahlo

#191984 Poetry
jessicuh96 BRONZE, Miami, Florida
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#191985 Poetry
lunaticonthegrass PLATINUM, Hobbs, New Mexico
43 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Poets utter great and wise things which they themselves do not understand.&quot;-Plato<br /> &quot;Envy is ignorance&quot;-Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /> &quot;Choose the day, the sign of the day, the day&#039;s divinity.&quot;-Jim Morrison

#191986 Poetry
Musicislove0703 BRONZE, Salado, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
If it doesn&#039;t break your heart, it isn&#039;t love.

#191987 Poetry
By Abaigeal BRONZE
Manchester, Vermont
Abaigeal BRONZE, Manchester, Vermont
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I&#039;m bound to get fresh wounds, even before the old ones have healed, and I will inflict wounds on other people. Each one of us carries a knife. Those are the rules, Paleiko.&quot; - The Center of the World

#191988 Poetry
By Marahlevick SILVER
St Albans, Vermont
Marahlevick SILVER, St Albans, Vermont
5 articles 2 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;If he can&#039;t help but degrade other women when they&#039;re not looking if toxicity is central to his language he could hold you in his lap and be soft honey that man could feed you sugar and douse you in rose water but that still could not make him sweet&rdquo; (Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey).

#191989 Poetry
By karissad BRONZE
Franklin, Wisconsin
karissad BRONZE, Franklin, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#191990 Poetry
By Anonymous