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#395411voted by our readers
By C_Love101 BRONZE
Cincinnati, Ohio

Can you feel it? Can you see it? Can you acknowledge it? Can you devote to it? Can you rise up to it? Can you receive it? But most of all can you obtain and permit it to be given b...
C_Love101 BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#395412 Poetry
By Anonymous
#395413 Poetry
By Tess Greenwald BRONZE
Mt. Kisco, New York
Tess Greenwald BRONZE, Mt. Kisco, New York
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#395414 Poetry
By Justerespirer GOLD
Wellesely, Massachusetts
Justerespirer GOLD, Wellesely, Massachusetts
11 articles 11 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I tear my heart open, I so my self shut, my weakness is I care too much, and my scars remind me that the past is real" -Papa Roach

#395415 Poetry
By JessicaMarley BRONZE
Washington, District Of Columbia
JessicaMarley BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
4 articles 19 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
I want to know what passion is, I want to feel something strongly -Huxley

#395416 Poetry
By Arguementative BRONZE
Staples, Minnesota
Arguementative BRONZE, Staples, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#395417 Poetry
By Heyitsaj666 SILVER
Jonesboro, Arkansas
Heyitsaj666 SILVER, Jonesboro, Arkansas
6 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
You fell in love with my flowers but not my roots, so when Autumn came you didn't know what to do.

#395418 Poetry
By mitchell barna BRONZE
Lakewood, Illinois
mitchell barna BRONZE, Lakewood, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#395419 Poetry
By Allykattz PLATINUM
Rehoboth, Massachusetts
Allykattz PLATINUM, Rehoboth, Massachusetts
45 articles 1 photo 43 comments

Favorite Quote:
"This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you"-Rascal Flatts

#395420 Poetry
By StreetKat SILVER
Hamlin, New York
StreetKat SILVER, Hamlin, New York
9 articles 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
V: Voil&agrave;! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it&#039;s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. <br /> Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person? <br /> V: I am quite sure they will say so.