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Random short pieces of poetry I came up with at 12:30 AM!
Two lines poem. Written for existentialism contest. Inspired by Edmund Husserl.
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Remember that one time you thought about yourself and everything you knew. Did you find peace? Or did you not even find the tip of the iceberg?
This poem was written walking in a park on a late summer afternoon. It's about how beings emerge into existence, where existence is understood as "being made to stand out from a background" (ek-sistence).
Poetry | Updated Mar 9, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Things may perceive to be as is...but given thought, maybe not...We live in a world that sometimes changes faster than we could ever imagine...
By Harmonic Distortion
Being alone will turned to be the dangerous being that you dont want to imagine. What will you do if your light will fade and turned into black? will you hope for another light to appear or wait until it comes back to you?
Credits to the Owner of the pictures being used in this poem.
Tom Frederick is a fictional character. And being fictive, he would expect to also be unaware, but he realizes his odd 'existence' and it's slowly tearing him apart. Come his 18th birthday, he wishes to be unwritten, but that all changes when he is greeted by the one person he never expected to...
alien 1 is my first vision of looking in the universe what it shows me to say
my made up ideas to try make me seem real if this is true the universe should reveal its power to defeat all evil and bring paradise
Essay | Updated Feb 10, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem call New Vision I just wrote it in my free timeâ€¦I donâ€™t have much to say ,just read and comment and let me know whether you like it or not.:) Njoy!!
An absurd idea of depicting a golden sphere as our maker or god, and we have reached the limit of its patience, and now the Sphere is going to undone the wrong choice it made with creating us, humans.
An account of my 'marijuana induced trip'. I could only complete this poem because of my friend who mentioned that during his 'trip' he could feel his mother's presence who is, in reality, miles away! 'My dear' in last line is therefore the mother, although all of my writings are open to...
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Life ever so fleeting
It's all about the agony that one suffers from a wound received long ago somewhere in the past that still aches and reminds of the someone so cold, so dear and so forbidden, that you couldn't even ask them for yourselves, but just despair.
And it's fiction , not any real life sort of thing.
What do you think? what are we?
Essay | Updated Nov 28, 2013 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Creative Process at work