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By JuniperProductions PLATINUM
Stafford, Virginia

I do not love in moderation; I give with all my wretched heart-- it yearns and starves in cold stagnation and lights the fire of summer star   I know not fraction in my...
JuniperProductions PLATINUM, Stafford, Virginia
25 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
An old man told his grandson, "There is a fight between two wolves inside of us. One is bad-- it is lust, pried, and lies. The other is good-- love, caring and humility." The boy thought for a moment and asked, "Which one wins?" "The one you feed."


#12852 Poetry
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#12853 Poetry
By NkaujMosThoj SILVER
Appleton, Wisconsin
NkaujMosThoj SILVER, Appleton, Wisconsin
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
It's beauty is most seen by the creator

#12854 Poetry
whisper_inthe_ear SILVER, Orem, Utah
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"How will I laugh tomorrow, when I can't even smile today?"

#12855 Poetry
By justflyaway3707 SILVER
Monticello, Georgia
justflyaway3707 SILVER, Monticello, Georgia
6 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"love is a song that never ends, "

#12856 Poetry
By kayla kilby BRONZE
Echo, Minnesota
kayla kilby BRONZE, Echo, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By MarieAntoinette2014 DIAMOND
Scottsburg, Indiana
MarieAntoinette2014 DIAMOND, Scottsburg, Indiana
54 articles 2 photos 237 comments

Favorite Quote:
Isn't it ironic? We ignore the ones who adore us, adore the ones who ignore us, love the ones who hurt us, and hurt the ones that love us.

#12858 Poetry
By shauna2153 BRONZE
Denver, Colorado
shauna2153 BRONZE, Denver, Colorado
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It is the people who no one imagines anything of, who do the unimaginable."-Benedict Cumberbatch

#12859 Poetry
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By Kingpoet2806 GOLD
Collierville, Tennessee
Kingpoet2806 GOLD, Collierville, Tennessee
19 articles 0 photos 36 comments

Favorite Quote:
Her heart was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of her heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and bent up corners. They signed their name with sloppy writing and with a simple 'goodbye'. This book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of her, because no one wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.

#12860 Poetry