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Review of Game of Thrones 7.4
Well, this is the episode of Game of Thrones we've been waiting for — or at least, one of the episodes. In 7.4, we finally get to see one of the fearsome fire spewing dragons in battle... against Jaime Lannister's army.
Paul LevinsonPublished 7 years ago in Geeks Flow
Timeless, rolling over stone, By myself - Asserting peace, Visible only if You seek- Where am I From, Where will you go?
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpent
Familiar curves incline descend into a garden boasting passion-laden fruit satiating fierce appetites of dyad souls
J.T. WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTrue Love
True love is never instant. As time goes by relationships are valued more and more each day. True love isn't easy. As with anything in life, it brings hardship. It is how these hardships are faced that builds character. It shows the true strength of your love.
Muriel WeathersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBrothers Bonds
Not all my brothers are biological. Only after many years spent together did we come to know each other as brothers rather than just close friends. Over the course of that time each of us hurt the others with careless insults and mean-spirited actions. Almost always when we tried to have fun we were only downing ourselves in alcohol and drugs trying desperately to rid ourselves of the unpleasantness of our exceedingly needful lives. From suffering together, the bonds of our brotherhood were forged. There were never any others for which I ever have felt such an affinity. No amount of time or space will ever separate us. At the start, there were four of us. Each of our mothers knew us as their sons and they were proud. Now only two remain. We carry on in honor and for reverence of our counter parts. There was a time when that family lived chiefly on the sustenance of love for one another and all other things were secondary. Those days are gone. Only my brothers and I remain loyal to each other unwavering even in death. The state of being alive is momentary. Love is eternities food. My brothers know who they are. I cherish them so that I refuse to give up their names. There is nothing I have or will ever gain from this God forsaken place we called home more valuable than them.
Pockets of Time
These Pockets of mine. They're pockets of time. Filled with joy, soaked in sorrow. Half empty with love, half filled with a shadow.
JAHAN ZABEPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHave Video Games Reached a Level of Artistic Expression?
Imagine this: You are in a first-person perspective, your virtual office is empty and devoid of any human life, almost as if everyone had vanished into thin air. The narrator tells you that everyone has gone missing and you should go to your boss's office, to check if there was a meeting you missed. Along the way there’s little for you to interact with, as traces of human life still linger, monitors are turned on and papers are ruffled on the floor, all the while the narrator instructs you where to go in this seemingly first level of the game. But then you reach a set of two open doors, so the narrator tells you to ignore one door and go to the one on the left. You are at a fork in the road and the game has already done an exceptional job at engaging you in its setting, to push you to continue to unravel the mystery and leaving you with a choice. Should you follow the narrator and go to the door on the left? Or disobey and take your chances on the right?
Jose GabrielPublished 7 years ago in GamersBloody Bones
Here lies the history of war. A devastation behind every door. Battle scenes from yesterday. Know exactly when to play. The battlefield is covered in bloody bones.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in Poets