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By Finding-me PLATINUM
Dover-Foxcroft, Maine

Shouldn't it be the other way around, avoiding the packed hallways, the scramble of bodies some of them unwashed, all of them sad, or anxious. Shouldn't I not want t...
Finding-me PLATINUM, Dover-Foxcroft, Maine
45 articles 0 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
It's kind of fun to do the impossible


#267112 Poetry
By kaykay465 BRONZE
San Antonio, Texas
kaykay465 BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#267113 Poetry
By McSparks SILVER
Vancouver, Washington
McSparks SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
8 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be careful what you wish for - it might just come true.

#267114 Poetry
By little.owl171 BRONZE
Pewaukee, Wisconsin
little.owl171 BRONZE, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#267115 Poetry
By Nathan.F GOLD
MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota
Nathan.F GOLD, MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota
19 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#267116 Poetry
By MalikBeck21 BRONZE
Springfield, Illinois
MalikBeck21 BRONZE, Springfield, Illinois
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
I can&#039;t really envision a time when I&#039;m not shooting something. <br /> Martin Scorsese

#267117 Poetry
ryan324 BRONZE, Aurora, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched"<br /> -Edgar Allan Poe

#267118 Poetry
By culver22 GOLD
Culver, Indiana
culver22 GOLD, Culver, Indiana
10 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#267119 Poetry
lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
A child said, &quot;What is the grass?&quot; fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven... and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. -Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass<br /> <br /> <br /> We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. -Looking For Alaska<br /> <br /> Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> It is so hard to leave&mdash;until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> Elsewhere the landscape is more frank.<br /> The light falls without letup, blindingly. - A Life, Sylvia Plath

#267120 Poetry
By ani123 BRONZE
Skillman,
ani123 BRONZE, Skillman,
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments