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By Anonymous

I am perched above the world, Staring down at the natural mirror, There is an image of clouds, and a familiar distorted face. The ripples carry leaves, roaring reds, blan...

#378182 Poetry
By Anonymous
#378183 Poetry
jawproperty93 PLATINUM, Jupiter, Florida
24 articles 11 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight"

#378184 Poetry
By ayoder BRONZE
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
ayoder BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the amount of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

#378185 Poetry
By JAckgezalian BRONZE
Fresno, California
JAckgezalian BRONZE, Fresno, California
2 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself

#378186 Poetry
By Yayiv123 BRONZE
Worcester, Massachusetts
Yayiv123 BRONZE, Worcester, Massachusetts
4 articles 4 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Believe in yourself, or you'll get nothing from anyone else.

#378187 Poetry
By Love2Read72 PLATINUM
Kentfield, California
Love2Read72 PLATINUM, Kentfield, California
24 articles 0 photos 105 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” — Taylor Swift

#378188 Poetry
By CharlieV50 SILVER
Waukesha, Wisconsin
CharlieV50 SILVER, Waukesha, Wisconsin
9 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#378189 Poetry
By fictionlover98 SILVER
Summerville, Pennsylvania
fictionlover98 SILVER, Summerville, Pennsylvania
9 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Creativity takes courage. ~Matisse

#378190 Poetry
By dancinglatinist BRONZE
Coral Springs, Florida
dancinglatinist BRONZE, Coral Springs, Florida
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
They say that it is the fear of death and of what comes after death that makes men turn to religion as they advance in years. But my own experience has given me the conviction that, quite apart from any such terrors or imaginings, the religious sentiment tends to develop as we grow older; to develop because, as the passions grow calm, as the fancy and sensibilities are less excited and less excitable, our reason becomes less troubled in its working, less obscured by the images, desires and distractions, in which it used to be absorbed; whereupon God emerges as from behind a cloud; our soul feels, sees, turns towards the source of all light; turns naturally and inevitably; for now that all that gave to the world of sensations its life and charms has begun to leak away from us, now that phenomenal existence is no more bolstered up by impressions from within or from without, we feel the need to lean on something that abides, something that will never play us false–a reality, an absolute and everlasting truth.-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World