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By Sara Battaglia
The pen as my tool, I go forth into the night.
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." -Lord Byron
On top of the old hill where the broken shine sits, is said to be the place where the 'God of Wishes' lies. On one night when the sky is full of shooting stars, the Star Festival, it's said that he grants one wish, out of the thousand of wishes made.
Short Story | Updated Jan 4, 2015 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Weston Boyd
Short Story | Updated Jan 2, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Weston Boyd
Short Story | Updated Dec 31, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about life and time passing, enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
If you see the potential behind 6.9 billion human life existing on this Salt of Earth, remake this one time could change together. :)
A blank verse poem I wrote for class expounding on the beauty of the stars and the galaxy.
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The awe in which night skies are seen.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Thoughts on Love, and how it resembles or truly is everything.
This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more that I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors to include the pioneer plaque, voyager space probe and SETI to name just a few. I have read many of his books and find that he was a...
This is a poem of my reflection of my youth gone by. It is a poem that brings out the true human aspects of lust, sex and how we reminisce about these things, things of our youth.
I briefly discuss how we are destroying our planet and ultimately ourselves by various means.
A man. A woman. A hint on a sin. Another man. Two more women. But it all remains very decent and ends in a somewhat pensive mood. Also, socks.
By L J Geers
A poem about being played.
Poetry | Updated Nov 2, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about Cathuria in the Dreamlands.