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#474441voted by our readers
By Anonymous

Angel forces shimmer-up my spine I feel the coolness on my body, in my heart, on my mind A shiver is induced by touching a cold door handle, A shiver sneaks up on my mind lik...

#474442 Poetry
By Anonymous
#474443 Poetry
By CraziBunny GOLD
Phoenix, Arizona
CraziBunny GOLD, Phoenix, Arizona
18 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
if you smile and walk away when someone is mean, you have more courage, than the one who will fight and curse at them

#474444 Poetry
By DragonGirl100 GOLD
Freeman, Missouri
DragonGirl100 GOLD, Freeman, Missouri
11 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
\&quot;Don\&#039;t lose yourself unless you\&#039;re sure that you can get yourself back.\&quot; ~Mick Jagger<br /> \&quot;But if you can\&#039;t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don\&#039;t deserve me at my best\&quot; ~Marilyn Monroe

#474445 Poetry
By RinaAnne GOLD
San Ramon, California
RinaAnne GOLD, San Ramon, California
15 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
the only easy day was yesterday.

#474446 Poetry
By musicfan PLATINUM
South Holland, Illinois
musicfan PLATINUM, South Holland, Illinois
38 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;...in the end, you&#039;ve got to become the change you want to see in the world.&quot;

#474447 Poetry
By MorganC. SILVER
Georgetown, Ohio
MorganC. SILVER, Georgetown, Ohio
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched&quot;<br /> -Edgar Allen Poe

#474448 Poetry
By Anonymous
#474449 Poetry
By cameronj BRONZE
Southern Shores, North Carolina
cameronj BRONZE, Southern Shores, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#474450 Poetry
By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.