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#418221voted by our readers
By musicgeek927 BRONZE
Dearborn, Michigan

Nor the way, the way the one. First if you see across the name. He will be where you hear. He will strike and the curtain will fall. Freak you hear the laugh. "...
musicgeek927 BRONZE, Dearborn, Michigan
1 article 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!" - John Watson, Sherlock


#418222 Poetry
By Anonymous
#418223 Poetry
By idriz21 SILVER
Saranac Lake, New York
idriz21 SILVER, Saranac Lake, New York
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't judge me for who I am, but for what I do."

#418224 Poetry
By Kbuschan PLATINUM
South Plainfield, New Jersey
Kbuschan PLATINUM, South Plainfield, New Jersey
25 articles 0 photos 64 comments

Favorite Quote:
Fall in love or fall in hate; Get inspired or be depressed; Ace a test or flunk a class; Make babies or make art; Speak the truth or lie and cheat; Dance on tables or sit in the corner; Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Breathe. And enjoy the ride...

#418225 Poetry
By RosySea SILVER
Port Hadlock, Washington
RosySea SILVER, Port Hadlock, Washington
5 articles 0 photos 6 comments
#418226 Poetry
By kml91225 GOLD
Dedham, Massachusetts
kml91225 GOLD, Dedham, Massachusetts
16 articles 5 photos 1 comment
#418227 Poetry
By TheArchitect ELITE
Madison, Wisconsin
TheArchitect ELITE, Madison, Wisconsin
227 articles 0 photos 18 comments

Favorite Quote:
-Anything said by Mr. T<br /> - Ill be in my bunk<br /> - Im so clever that half the time I don&#039;t even understand what I&#039;m saying

#418228 Poetry
By Anonymous
#418229 Poetry
#418230 Poetry
By DanaJae SILVER
Highland Park, Illinois
DanaJae SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.