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#12661voted by our readers
By Isabelle1707 BRONZE
Los Alamos, New Mexico

Even in slow motion The world moves to fast Even in slow motion I still hear the blasts Even if I close my eyes The world still fires Even if I close my eyes The violence...
Isabelle1707 BRONZE, Los Alamos, New Mexico
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

#12662 Poetry
By Createbeauty GOLD
Frederic, Wisconsin
Createbeauty GOLD, Frederic, Wisconsin
11 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#12663 Poetry
ClosetPoe BRONZE, Clinton, Connecticut
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes &#039;Awww!&quot;<br /> &mdash; Jack Kerouac

#12664 Poetry
By Anonymous
#12665 Poetry
By Emomo1 BRONZE
Hager City, Wisconsin
Emomo1 BRONZE, Hager City, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#12666 Poetry
By Anonymous
#12667 Poetry
By kodabeari21 BRONZE
Charlottesville, Virginia
kodabeari21 BRONZE, Charlottesville, Virginia
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#12668 Poetry
By UrbanPoet BRONZE
Lacey, Washington
UrbanPoet BRONZE, Lacey, Washington
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Positivity is greatly overlooked&quot;

#12669 Poetry
By hachoo GOLD
Brooklyn, New York
hachoo GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
16 articles 10 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. &rdquo; <br /> ― Markus Zusak

#12670 Poetry
By LestyPatrick PLATINUM
Darlington, South Carolina
LestyPatrick PLATINUM, Darlington, South Carolina
43 articles 5 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, in as much as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and very fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid&quot;John Keats