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By cschier18 SILVER
Flower Mound, Texas

The neon lights flickering The bright billboards shining The cameras flashing All a daily sight in NYC   Every night I walk outside of my apartment And stand On the balcony...
cschier18 SILVER, Flower Mound, Texas
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#409132 Poetry
onehappyaster SILVER, Holmview, Other
7 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
He who does nothing does not move forward

#409133 Poetry
By Kyle Sharp BRONZE
Centralia, Washington
Kyle Sharp BRONZE, Centralia, Washington
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#409134 Poetry
By Lysander PLATINUM
Bangalore, Other
Lysander PLATINUM, Bangalore, Other
40 articles 0 photos 87 comments

Favorite Quote:
I slay.

#409135 Poetry
By Anonymous
#409136 Poetry
By Anonymous
#409137 Poetry
By LilMess PLATINUM
Key Colony Beach, Florida
LilMess PLATINUM, Key Colony Beach, Florida
25 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
Everything we do we are bound to repeat. Thus, excellence is not a chance but a habit.

#409138 Poetry
By KrissyJazz DIAMOND
Mankato, Minnesota
KrissyJazz DIAMOND, Mankato, Minnesota
50 articles 0 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
Wisdom begins in wonder.<br /> Socrates

angelalucia GOLD, Milford, Massachusetts
16 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I am this fiery snail crawling home&quot;- Bukowski

#409140 Poetry
HopeIsWhatWeCrave GOLD, Rowlett, Texas
11 articles 1 photo 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
[Frodo] How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold. <br /> <br /> _________________<br /> <br /> [Pippin] I didn&#039;t think it would end this way. <br /> [Gandalf] End? No, the journey doesn&#039;t end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. <br /> [Pippin] What? Gandalf?... See what? <br /> [Gandalf] White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. <br /> [Pippin] Well, that isn&#039;t so bad. <br /> [Gandalf] No... No it isn&#039;t.<br /> <br /> _________________<br /> <br /> [Frodo] I can&#039;t do this Sam.<br /> [Sam] I know. By rights we shouldn&#039;t even be here, but we are. It&#039;s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn&#039;t want to know the end, because how could the end by happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it&#039;s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even the darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. The folk in those stories had plenty of chances of turning back only they didn&#039;t. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something. <br /> [Frodo] What were they holding onto, Sam?<br /> [Sam] That there&#039;s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it&#039;s worth fighting for