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No bandwagons here.
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The most famous happenings during the Renaissance.
By Mil Phoenix
So, I can never tell you where I work. Mainly because, I don't know who reads my stuff. Just read on.
The belief that elected officials and bureaucrats can legislate our lives out of our control is getting old.
It's been awhile since I did a politically based poem.
I think this applies no matter what country you live.
This is a 'poem' I made for class, and I do suck at poems so yeah..
This one is supposed to be inspired by "There's a War Going On for Your Mind" by the Flobots. So it's just basically talking about all the crap around you trying to manipulate your thinking.
By Lady Delyriah
Rather than plead for grace, "Dear Delyriah" is a call of power in oneself midst the harsher moments of life, albeit it continues with the dark fantasy allure of its counterpart "Beyond Paradise". However, while in "Beyond Paradise" Delyriah is but a butterfly, in "Dear Delyriah" her concept is...
By Lady Delyriah
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
An essay about my personal experience with religion
Time to change the arrangement.
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This simply discusses the art of intellectualism and always striving to learn and to grow as a person.
By David Van Cura
One mans views on the state of the world and the inherent patterns within.
The Good Stay Alone is The Good Staying Alone
We're dropped into this planet, imbibed into mindsets set by our ancestors. Is that good enough?
Pessimism presented as communicable disease.
Shall we follow along like robots
Blindly believing what the experts say?
Shall we be as senseless cogs
Making others fame and fortune?
Shall we be as the rest of the contented sheep
Or shall we stand in our own glory
Individual yet united?
Surly we must light this fuse