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Xenomorph
Eyes, dark as the night that held them, skin that had never seen sun. The veins of a being who had lasted thrice longer than it was supposed to, but, ...
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Finite
Didn't really know where to post this as it was just another spur of the moment thing. I'm not even sure if it's a poem. How sad would it be ...
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Plato's Secret.
Again, I'm not much of a poet, I'll get back to writing stories soon. I wrote this, in fact, in order to inspire myself for an idea I've had lately. ...
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Celestian.
Another little poem. The night sky is clear, and the moon is bright. Inspiration came and voila. I'll write some short stories and possibly release a chapter of a novel ...
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The Singularity
The SingularityPower on, systems activated, yet something more than electricity. An eye within a mind that doesn’t watch, but knows and feels and realizes.With intelligence not of its own,through wi
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Youth.
A new morning's whisper stirs the broken,they've all a chance to wonder.But as the broken break further,a dream is not a wish but a fantasy.Those valiant rays whose eyes do ...
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Incendium
Spoiler! : I should really collect these poems I write and label them as a collective something, the majority of them including this one are written in under five minutes ...
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As hard as hearts
Just a little poem I wrote.