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By Ice Winifr3d
Man is said to have a limit that cannot reach past the twinkling stars or the endless, inky sky. What do you think?
Poetry | Updated Mar 4, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 28 | Likes: 64
By Alex Gabor
The Church of Infinitology was never founded. It has always existed. You are in it. It is all around you. It is infinite in all directions, in infinite dimensions, in infinite concepts. These three paragraphs were written, channeled, and written on paper while the author lived in Soap Lake,...
A man struggles to find a cause. He has gotten revenge on the people who ruined his past, but what does he do now? He now travels the world in hopes to fix the corruption that has plagued mankind for so many years.
By Joseph Kittell
a poem about how we should care for people not for our imcome.
Poetry | Updated Nov 14, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There once was a man who was young and dreamed of wealth and riches. He journeyed on foot with ease, traveling the path of a map his parents left behind for him. This map was the only route he had ever known. As a boy, he observed attentively and over time acquired his elder's traveling skills....
Thousands of years before the dawn of human race on planet Earth, a super cosmic war raged in a region of the Orion spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy some couple of light years away from the solar system. The galactic event was discovered in Earth year AD 2060 by the artificial intelligence...
Set in a post apocalyptic world, where the remaining survivors have rebuilt their cities. These rebuilt cities are called "Saints." However there is nothing holy about these places. They are few and far between, and are ravished by war, poverty, and crime. There is no government, no law, no...
War as I see it...
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Jun 27, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mary Snow
A poem about mans purpose on the earth
By Joann Rose
I wrote this in bed at midnight. I had lost compleate faith in the world and was very upset.
Poetry | Updated Apr 28, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Mistress Of Word Play
This poem expresses my concern in the manner we continue to abuse and destroy nature in the name of technology.
This writing is one of those inspirations that come while you sleep,I am not sure where it came from in my mind.It is a reflection on life and humanity.I must apologize for my first piece in such a long time to be of such a serious nature but it came to me literally in the night as I slept and I...
By Mistress Of Word Play
I read a poem years ago which was later turned into a short story. It spoke of a time when man would be gone and all that would be left were the dwellings and machines. This is my version of the immortal poem.
So many years ago when the earth was born in fire
The sun anew cast its glow upon the sky
Then strange things there came to be in oceans mighty and deep
Many eons on mankind came to rule the world
With his towered cities and the glow he brought upon the darkness
But only for a fleeting...