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This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more that I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors to include the pioneer plaque, voyager space probe and SETI to name just a few. I have read many of his books and find that he was a...
A Cosmic Ditty .
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ericson Willians
An unforgettable encounter with the Witch Couple.
By Arturon Gillespie
What is there before birth and after death?
When we sum up the rest that create us virtually everything begins with one step forward for the person within. This epic visualizes that unspoken cosmic heart inside the hemisphere that circles trinity. Have a glance through this. :)
Short Story | Updated May 9, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Two gifted brothers must defeat a supernatural threat to the galaxy.
It was a shortlived fairytale that didn't end in a happy ever after...still, thank you for the bliss.
Poetry | Updated Dec 15, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A stream of conciousness poem about cosmic redistribution.
Poetry | Updated Nov 7, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ian Dawn
Just one that popped out of my head in a couple of mins so be nice
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2012 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 17
By Russ Hammond
You and I when galaxies collide.
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2012 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Keane Freeman
The trip is the first of my recollections of the various travels I have endured across the astral plane and beyond. The trip chronicles my travels to the unknown tenth desert planet, and the experiences contained therein.
Our hearts and souls burst to pieces staining our faces with sooty refuse. They ripped apart into ditches and fissured open into cliffs beneath our feet bleeding out our happiness until we ran dry.
It is rising within me. Ba-tik-di. The tightening of the stomach, these yawns that shake the body; a slow heat vibrating up the length of the spine. Ah, the shivering, the ecstasy! The gentle acupuncture, these needles that prick the skin into gooseflesh; the cold hot freezing warmth of it all!
By Andrew Denisenko
It's a poem regarding my love for the universe.