For we are nothing but interstellar dust, little and meaningless to the larger whole.

What are the odds of extraterrestrial life outside of Earth?

Falling in love the young man found out she was not human but of alien birth! The Foureyed Poet.

This poem is about life. There are many things that we don’t understand about our galaxy or the universe.

A moment with a love; alive, mending, melting… ending.

A poem.By me, Timothy Lu.

A poem about someone I loved.

A very sad free verse(verse-libre)

A profound lyric.

A very sad lyric.