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#419561voted by our readers
By thankfate SILVER
HELLO WISCONSIN!!!, Wisconsin

Why can't she stand without her stem Why can't she stay strong without her root Why do her petals decieve her and grasp too trusting to the air that they brown a...
thankfate SILVER, HELLO WISCONSIN!!!, Wisconsin
9 articles 9 photos 18 comments

#419562 Poetry
AndreaG. BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
If I had a world of my own. Everything would be nonsense. nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn&#039;t. And contrary wise what it is wouldn&#039;t be. And what it wouldn&#039;t be it would. You see?<br /> <br /> -Alice in wonderland

#419563 Poetry
anonymous_content BRONZE, Cadiz, Kentucky
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
people are like sandpaper they hurt you over and over but in the end you turn out shiny and new and they end up worthless.

#419564 Poetry
KatieLHiggs BRONZE, Powell, Tennessee
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#419565 Poetry
By PaulWong BRONZE
Arcadia, California
PaulWong BRONZE, Arcadia, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#419566 Poetry
By Anonymous
#419567 Poetry
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#419568 Poetry
By EcoGelane SILVER
Portland, Indiana
EcoGelane SILVER, Portland, Indiana
5 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#419569 Poetry
By juicyfinelli BRONZE
Bethesda, Maryland
juicyfinelli BRONZE, Bethesda, Maryland
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#419570 Poetry
Kairi_McEwin GOLD, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
19 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Truth is always stranger than fiction. We craft fiction to match our sense of how things ought to be, but truth cannot be crafted. Truth is, and truth has a way of astonishing us to our knees. Reminding us, that the universe does not exist to fulfill our expectations. Because we are imperfect beings who are self-blinded to the truth of the world&rsquo;s stunning complexity, we shave reality to paper thin theories and ideologies that we can easily grasp &ndash; and we call them truths. But the truth of a sea in all it&rsquo;s immensity cannot be embodied in one tidewashed pebble.&rdquo;