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#389011voted by our readers
By meganpeterson23 GOLD
Oconomowoc, Wisconsin

The swirl of loneliness sounds like gusts of winds pounding into your eardrum, leaving you light headed and empty. The sound of despair is quiet and hardly noticeable. At the t...
meganpeterson23 GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
12 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#389012 Poetry
By gabb[eh!] SILVER
St-Joachim, Other
gabb[eh!] SILVER, St-Joachim, Other
8 articles 2 photos 1 comment
#389013 Poetry
#389014 Poetry
By bree_bree GOLD
Auburn, Kentucky
bree_bree GOLD, Auburn, Kentucky
12 articles 0 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
mistakes are made to be learned from.

#389015 Poetry
By Snowkittenz BRONZE
Kalamazoo, Michigan
Snowkittenz BRONZE, Kalamazoo, Michigan
4 articles 0 photos 13 comments
#389016 Poetry
By Evagline.Brisa.Wilder GOLD
Collegeville, Pennsylvania
Evagline.Brisa.Wilder GOLD, Collegeville, Pennsylvania
16 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.&quot; <br /> -Albert Einstein

troubled-times GOLD, Richmond, Virginia
15 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Talents include talking about the X-Files and picking up dogs.&quot;

#389018 Poetry
By kailasulli SILVER
Asheboro, North Carolina
kailasulli SILVER, Asheboro, North Carolina
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments
#389019 Poetry
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.