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By Philosophical Girl
If you think about how some things work, it sounds like the world is more abstract than physical. It sounds like the abstract creates the illusion of physical for us, in a sense.
If you think of a computer game and how it's the code which creates physical objects and makes them seem physical...
A short poem written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe's
Khayza though she'd found the one, the man that would take all her hurt away and be her prince charming. Well, things go awry and sometimes, and there isn't much you can do to change it.
Novel | Updated Dec 30, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Short poems reflecting the society of today. Sex, longing for love, alcoholism, drugs, anxiety, depression, loneliness, fear, death.
Enter the underworld which exists beneath ordinary day. It is set in the modern world, where people turn to groups of magicians for escapist entertainment. And it is also a public secret that these magicians commit acts of capery (crime) for themselves, when they're not performing tricks for the...
By Cain Bleid
Think about something like this
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is a portion from my book; Living the Deception, it comes from the chapter titled "The Delusions"
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 12, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In the throws of depression, things usually seem worse than they really are. After one of my favorite actors, Robin Williams, passed away a couple weeks ago, I tried to figure out what would cause such a major misconception of ones life that they would feel compelled to end it all. These lyrics...
My thoughts about love. Is love an illusion?
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 29, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Sara Blake
Some thoughts I'd like to share...
A short poem about.....
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
â€Itâ€™s a dream. After your sixteenth birthday you can do anything for a year because it none of it will be real, it will merely be an illusion. People might tell you that this is reality. Donâ€™t listen to them. In this dream, no one else knows the truth, only you do.â€
He would be happy, but he chose to ignore her...
(This has been inspired by a piece of music 'Adagio for Strings' by Samuel Barber. Recommended that you read whilst listening to that beautiful and heartbreaking piece of music.)