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#1411voted by our readers
By desafinada GOLD
Chicago, Illinois

My sincerest apologies  If you ever felt overwhelmed by my presence  Or my saccharine-glazed optimism  That clings to fingers and heartstrings like drizzled honey...
desafinada GOLD, Chicago, Illinois
12 articles 1 photo 0 comments

#1412 Poetry
By lilytheactor BRONZE
Sacramento, California
lilytheactor BRONZE, Sacramento, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#1413 Poetry
By Rune DIAMOND
Tama, Iowa
Rune DIAMOND, Tama, Iowa
58 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof.<br /> — Isaiah 24:1

#1414 Poetry
.xCutMyLifeIntoPiecesx. PLATINUM, Longmont, Colorado
35 articles 0 photos 82 comments
#1415 Poetry
By AidanRobles PLATINUM
New Port Richey, Florida
AidanRobles PLATINUM, New Port Richey, Florida
20 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;You ever notice how the drizzle in the night looks looks the fuzz in the TV screen?&quot;

#1416 Poetry
By salembee SILVER
Warren, Ohio
salembee SILVER, Warren, Ohio
6 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"smile, my boy! it's sunrise!"

lula-masterofchange88-wizardofozgur BRONZE, Camp Half - Blood, Other
4 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
if you're going to do something, do it right

#1418 Poetry
By Anonymous
#1419 Poetry
By RandiByars BRONZE
Gilford, New Hampshire
RandiByars BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#1420 Poetry
By SummerRose GOLD
St. Paul, Minnesota
SummerRose GOLD, St. Paul, Minnesota
11 articles 4 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Supposing there was no intelligence behind the universe, no creative mind. In that case, nobody designed my brain for the purpose of thinking. It is merely that when the atoms inside my skull happen, for physical or chemical reasons, to arrange themselves in a certain way, this gives me, as a by-product, the sensation I call thought. But, if so, how can I trust my own thinking to be true? It's like upsetting a milk jug and hoping that the way it splashes itself will give you a map of London. But if I can't trust my own thinking, of course I can't trust the arguments leading to Atheism, and therefore have no reason to be an Atheist, or anything else. Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.”