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#296121voted by our readers
By Courtney Leach BRONZE
Gilford, New Hampshire

When you're young, everything is bursting with color. The scrape on your knee pools with red blood, like roses budding in the front yard. Your mommy hands you a Band-Aid: neo...
Courtney Leach BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#296122 Poetry
By Jazmaz BRONZE
Leicester, Other
Jazmaz BRONZE, Leicester, Other
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love me, or Hate me. Either way your still thinking of me :)

#296123 Poetry
_musicandwriting_4 DIAMOND, Simms, Texas
57 articles 2 photos 15 comments
#296124 Poetry
By bubblez01234 SILVER
Boise, Idaho
bubblez01234 SILVER, Boise, Idaho
7 articles 0 photos 12 comments
#296125 Poetry
By Anna135 SILVER
Centennial, Colorado
Anna135 SILVER, Centennial, Colorado
9 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Being perfect doesn't mean that you never make any mistakes, being perfect means you make your own mistakes and you learn from them.

#296126 Poetry
By ZeroTheClown SILVER
York, Pennsylvania
ZeroTheClown SILVER, York, Pennsylvania
7 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#296127 Poetry
rubyrainstorm SILVER, Closter, New Jersey
7 articles 0 photos 275 comments

Favorite Quote:
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.<br /> -Buddha.

#296128 Poetry
By SilentBegger BRONZE
Nokesville, Virginia
SilentBegger BRONZE, Nokesville, Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
It is better to live on your feet than die on your knees.

SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
75 articles 16 photos 1136 comments

Favorite Quote:
I&#039;ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. <br /> - Maya Angelou <br /> When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn&rsquo;t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out<br /> The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay<br /> If love produced a blossom/I&rsquo;d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I&rsquo;d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven<br /> And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

#296130 Poetry
By Anonymous