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By MatchaJasmine BRONZE
Delhi, Other

I sleep tucked in my time wrap, Floating between the dreamy skies and the sea of reality. The sands watch over the horizons as I imprint them with sweet memories. Why does t...
MatchaJasmine BRONZE, Delhi, Other
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By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are 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 yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.&rdquo;<br /> <br /> <br /> ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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By Hallie Grasso BRONZE
Scotch Plains, New Jersey
Hallie Grasso BRONZE, Scotch Plains, New Jersey
2 articles 8 photos 0 comments
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By freespirit101 BRONZE
Mercer Island, Washington
freespirit101 BRONZE, Mercer Island, Washington
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By Terrell Payton BRONZE
Detroit, Michigan
Terrell Payton BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By CNicole BRONZE
Steinhatchee, Florida
CNicole BRONZE, Steinhatchee, Florida
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By Isaiah Wasson BRONZE
Oak Park, Michigan
Isaiah Wasson BRONZE, Oak Park, Michigan
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By freespirit101 BRONZE
Mercer Island, Washington
freespirit101 BRONZE, Mercer Island, Washington
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By Name Taylor BRONZE
Los Angalous, California
Name Taylor BRONZE, Los Angalous, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are 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 yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.&rdquo;<br /> <br /> <br /> ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road