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Caterpillar fur

Caterpillar fur

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Spring is sprung.Clouds of maple.Skies of pine.Red in green.Serviceberry understory.Spring is sprung.Skunk cabbage spathe.Black birch sap.Poplar flowe..
Is It Stress?

Is It Stress?

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Is it stress,or loss, despair and survivalwe must discuss. Stress is just the symptomof a universe intent to destroy the individualbefore i..
Uncertainty

Uncertainty

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


There cannot be two identical things in the world. Twohydrogen atomsoffer infinite locations within their shells for electrons.Thus, nothing can be de..
Sunshine in Heaven!

Sunshine in Heaven!

A Story by Eshaan Bansal


So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy & sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be. You see, I have..
The Machine

The Machine

A Story by MattGriffPen


A private therapist is asked to help a Scientist in a secret laboratory in the middle of the UK countryside, but what the scientist wants may be too m..
Infinite

Infinite

A Poem by Sophie Jade


Forever darling, I’ll keep us alive in every piece I write. my ribs tire from carrying the weight of your heart in my chest, but you’ll..
He told me I love you infinitely

He told me I love you infinitely

A Poem by Amber


A Poem written amidst heartbreak questioning our choice and use of words
quotes 1

quotes 1

A Poem by Urja Gokani


A WRITER HAS INFINITE IDEAS TO WRITE INFINITE BOOKS ...
The Violet

The Violet

A Poem by Anna


The universe is forever,when we are not together.Now the universe is wasted,beauty that kills the dead.How I drowned within her,pretty beast with no t..
Empty Space

Empty Space

A Poem by ConanEvol


Trying to find meaning in nothing.
Thoughts on the Infinite

Thoughts on the Infinite

A Poem by Mitch


Thoughts on finite creatures chasing the infinite, and maybe what its like the other way around
Counting Stars

Counting Stars

A Poem by James Alai


it's a beautiful world
The Ferocity Behind the Innocence

The Ferocity Behind the Innocence

A Poem by Lainey


Assassins are gifted, not just in the art of killing. They are gifted to bear the burden of Death itself.
Spaces

Spaces

A Poem by Richard Mueller


Worlds