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#91751voted by our readers
By Anonymous

Oh time, will you never have enough? Of bringing about goodbyes Of ending all our cries? When will you ever give respite? And stop your cruel, cold spite? You take away even t...

#91752 Poetry
By Wonderment DIAMOND
Scranton, Pennsylvania
Wonderment DIAMOND, Scranton, Pennsylvania
75 articles 0 photos 141 comments
#91753 Poetry
By stacyrose3 PLATINUM
Coventry, Rhode Island
stacyrose3 PLATINUM, Coventry, Rhode Island
33 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You know I'm on the grind. So I miss you at times. All on my mind, as I'm scribbling lines."

#91754 Poetry
By LeahTW GOLD
Port Washington, New York
LeahTW GOLD, Port Washington, New York
15 articles 0 photos 7 comments
#91755 Poetry
By Raeosunshine SILVER
O&#39 Fallon, Missouri
Raeosunshine SILVER, O&#39 Fallon, Missouri
9 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
MY favorite quote from me, &quot;Live life outside the circle, because boxes are so boring.&quot;<br /> And A christofer Drew quote, &quot;spread the love; be the change.&quot;

_Thing.2_ SILVER, Miami, Florida
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.<br /> &mdash;Albert Einstein

#91757 Poetry
By Anonymous
#91758 Poetry
By Sarahjane17 SILVER
Macedon, New York
Sarahjane17 SILVER, Macedon, New York
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#91759 Poetry
Anubisluver BRONZE, Goshen, Ohio
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Blessed be God&#039;s name? Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? Because he kept six crematoria working day and night, including Sabbath and the Holy Days? Because in His great might, He had created Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, and so many other factories of death? How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, end up in the furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?&rdquo; <br /> ― Elie Wiesel, Night

#91760 Poetry
By AmateurInkwell DIAMOND
Middleburgh, New York
AmateurInkwell DIAMOND, Middleburgh, New York
80 articles 0 photos 1 comment