3 bits from the Hive Mind

Tienes alma; sí, estás viva. Si estás viva, tienes alma. Dá lo mismo cómo. ¿De dónde sacas que te fue entregada, estirpada de quien me...

Being wise cannot be hidden the same as being simpleminded. Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess’d at, Wh...

by Hermann Hesse Born in the German Empire, when the Germans  had no empire, Hesse didn't win the 1946  Nobel Prize in Literature fo...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (b. 1807 - d. 1882), Harvard professor and lifelong poet who experimented with many styles throughout his...

Out of the night that covers me,      Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be      For my unconquerable s...

-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain dischar...

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of sou...

Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, wild, inc...

The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could ...

May they stumble, stage by stage On an endless Pilgrimage Dawn and dusk, mile after mile At each and every step a stile At each and ...

They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone...

we are always asked to understand the other person's viewpoint no matter how out-dated foolish or obnoxious. one is asked...

Edward Estlin Cummings displayed an innocence in his eyes that he would never recover following his experience as an ambulance driv...

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt ...

by Javier Simonpietri Vulnerable winds caress so mountain ranges whisper despite owned waterfalls’ foreboded screaming which resoundin...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as...

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou ...

Edward Estlin Cummings poses, embodying a success all-too-rare for a career poet, exuding a charisma that contains a joy of life th...

O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of mysel...