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#483891voted by our readers
By Jennalynn SILVER
Montville, New Jersey

Above my head the sky is clear, open, But as the strong winds engulf me It reminds me of why I’m here. I stare up at this magnificent steel tower With its tolling bells, Toll...
Jennalynn SILVER, Montville, New Jersey
9 articles 4 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Where there is love, there is life."


#483892 Poetry
By EmilyM7793 PLATINUM
Waterboro, Maine
EmilyM7793 PLATINUM, Waterboro, Maine
24 articles 5 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If you can't handle at my worst, then you sure don't deserve me at my best" ~ Marilyn Monroe

#483893 Poetry
By Kittkat BRONZE
Littleton, Colorado
Kittkat BRONZE, Littleton, Colorado
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#483894 Poetry
By swimmer63 PLATINUM
Monroe, Indiana
swimmer63 PLATINUM, Monroe, Indiana
37 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#483895 Poetry
By jaylynn BRONZE
Cedar City, Utah
jaylynn BRONZE, Cedar City, Utah
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"If all you do is fight for your own life, it's worth nothing."

#483896 Poetry
By Ellie_B GOLD
Nashotah, Wisconsin
Ellie_B GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
11 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#483897 Poetry
By MaskedCellist GOLD
Saratoga, California
MaskedCellist GOLD, Saratoga, California
17 articles 0 photos 14 comments
#483898 Poetry
By MusicalTtree BRONZE
Inglewood, California
MusicalTtree BRONZE, Inglewood, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"my life is like a book and as of now its unwritten" - me.

#483899 Poetry
By Queen-of-Sarcasum13 DIAMOND
South Bellmore, New York
Queen-of-Sarcasum13 DIAMOND, South Bellmore, New York
63 articles 0 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Dance like no one's watching.Sing like no one's listening.Love like you've never been hurt. Live like its heaven on earth." -Mark Twain

#483900 Poetry
By Soap_Box_Preacher GOLD
Naperville, Illinois
Soap_Box_Preacher GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
12 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Locking yourself up with such things, letting them stir, using these pure psychic creations as raw material, and deciding, each time, how much or little you’re going to participate in your own act of creation, just what you’ll stake, what are the odds, just how far are you going to go – that’s called being a writer. And you do it alone in a room.