Galerius

Unless one wishes to live in a concretely hierarchical society with immovable mind blocks and borders, the concept of Coexist is doomed to completely fail. And I do believe that ...

A Gibbon fan? I'm assuming that you believe Christianity was the reason for the fall of the Roman Empire, but Gibbon also neglected to mention that the Eastern Roman Empire, ...

Galerius. 1) He was at Diocletian's side during the reformation of the Empire and the formation of the Tetrarchy, meaning that he probably was involved in it. This secured the ...

I like my poems with random verse Interesting declaration, considering that this poem is anything but random verse. I'll asume you're being deliberately facetious. It cannot sound much worse than ...

500 points to the next person who writes a small (and I mean only a few lines) poem about an ice-cream cone. The poem must make me ponder life.

If I die tomorrow, Will the memories fade to gray? Will all of this confusion Ever have something to say? The last two lines threw me off a little. Would ...

What is life, but a collection of strife carried on right through the years what is death, But just a final rest an ending of those tiresome tears? Not much ...

Where did the American love go? It was a simple love. I used to know it once, I think. The second line implies that today's love is still love, although ...

If a man takes another life, then clearly he does not respect our culture's value of life. Why, then should he expect to be respected by it? If someone makes ...

*has taken himself out of the story*

So how does one achieve impure awesomeness?

The Instructors deserve a bailout to the tune of 25 billion points. What it makes it doubly worse for you all is that I've pulled a Mugabe by just printing ...

Title: So Goes the Museum Link: Genre: Poetry Thanks in advance.

If the court bans abortion, rich women will still find ways to have them, and poor women will still die from getting them in back alleys. No matter what, abortion ...

look at me and rejoice! see my hair, how it sparkles in the sun and transforms into spindles of gold for you Sounds a little like self-depreciating romance poetry. I ...