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The mortals allowed the immortals to live, not because of kindness, but because the immortals would win in the end.
The immortals, although...
By Julian Eckhart
Another short poem about life.
Poetry | Updated Feb 12, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Julian Eckhart
Just a short poem I wrote looking back on childhood and thinking about life in general.
Poetry | Updated Feb 12, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Amberly Sue
Poetry, please interpret for yourself
This may be a bit long, but it shows a side of everyone that should be realized when they dig deep enough into their own beings.
Poetry | Updated Oct 28, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
From a real memory lying in bed in a bedroom I shared with my brother as kids and being unable to sleep due to my first grip of panic about mortality.
Poetry | Updated Sep 12, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
In a reality where two completely opposite worlds exist side by side, Caroline is working through the adolescent struggles of growing up in her own world and like most humans, she is completely ignorant of the existence of this alternative reality. But after an eventful day in her childhood in...
My third poem. Tried rhyming with this effort. I am a father and felt entitled to do some creative thinking in this direction.
Poetry | Updated Jul 1, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
confession from my older and wiser self
about the insatisfication of life and death
A simple poem about the power of time, and the belief that life and love are intensified by the fact that you will never have forever with the person that you love most, and this forces you to truly live in the moment. I would never want immortality because I fear that I would miss so much...
By Spirit Of Freedom
Experiencing human existence, human mortality, on my life's journey.
By Reveal Me Not
Sometimes we believe ourselves to be at peace with death.
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Time passing in an elderly rest home
Short Story | Updated Jul 10, 2012 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0