Spreading the Word of GOD 123Spreading the Word of GOD 1232 hours ago in Emotional
15 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
One Last Time (Original Story)"Thank you very much, Yciar!" I smiled as she walked away. I turned back to my book, reading it for the 5th time. My thoughts drifted away to my little event. Me and my crush are going to my best friend's brother's cafe, and I think it's going to be awesome! Only, I don't know if he will go or not...I'm sure he will! I smile quietly to myself. I pick up my bag and go to the cafe myself. I get discount when my best friend is with me, but since she's not, I won't get any discount. I ordered frappe and while I waited, I thought about all the fun things we're going to do here. Oh, and we're going to watch Pewdiepie, talk about college and..Koleen, my best friend, will stalk us! How nosy can she be?One Last Time (Original Story)2 hours ago in Emotional
I asked Yciar to ask Niccolo if he can go to the cafe with me. The whole Top 10 squad is going to Greenhills. Unfortunately, I'm only in the Top 20 of my batch, so I'm not going.
There's this little problem bugging me since last week, too. Last week, a girl asked my crush if he likes her.
If you were a bookIf you were a book, I would write all the negative reviews, so that no one else would buy you. And I'm the only one who would have read a copy, and keep it to myself. If you were a book, my reviews would be true. That you were a badly written book. And I was just happy to have read it. If you were a book, I would have read you over and over again. Convince myself that there was something good about you. Analyze your characters, and the ending, the last page. But no, the book was not the best selling one. Maybe it was not meant to be published. Not all books deserve to be on a shelf. Not all books can be found in a library.If you were a book3 hours ago in Emotional
If you were a book, I wish that you were in a different language so that I wouldn't even be able to read it. If you were a book, I would learn a different language so that I could read as much as I can about you. If I were a book, you wouldn't borrow me from the library; you would buy me, keep me in your shelf, let me turn yellow and old.
But I'm not a book, and neit
I Live Where Death Lingers and the Mourning VisitRelentlessly trampled upon as their souls.I Live Where Death Lingers and the Mourning Visit4 hours ago in Emotional
CyeraGorgeous and wonderfulCyera5 hours ago in Emotional
Just like a Lady should be
Lovely and warm
Just like a Mother
You are the best
You care passionately about your hobbies
Just like an Artist
Kind and caring
Just like a Kindergarten Teacher
The greatest Lady I know
You are special
You are the best
Will you be mine
ereseres presencia, eres imágen, eres galantería, eres curioso, eres presentación, eres perfeccion a la primera, eres autocontrol, eres lanzado, eres rápido, eres todo lo que yo no quiero.eres9 hours ago in Emotional
Six YearsWhy must I still love you?Six Years10 hours ago in Emotional
Six years it has been,
Since I first saw you,
Since I first loved you.
Six long years,
And my heart still flutters.
and it's still unrequited.
BrokenThe girl lays limp on her bed, her broken heart bleeding. She couldn't have hurt any more if she had a literal heart attack. Her entire being was drowning, drenched in agony.Broken12 hours ago in Emotional
"Why did this have to happen?" She wondered. "Why did God make me so bitter and unlovable, and yet still so compassionate? Why-why did he make me so...so flawed." Her thoughs continued as she listed off her illnesses.
All words that haunted her psyche.
She frowned. She asked herself all these questions even though she knew she had no answer, no one had an answer, not even the countless therapists she had been to over the years, however there was always the one question she had an answer to:
Did she want to change?
The rest of the world was so bland, always in a constant rut, the people brainwashed into doing the same routine day after day. It's a shame really, so many people, so much wasted potential. It's amazing how cruel fate can be. Despite her emotional distress she smiles lig
Playlist dedicated to our friendshipDedicated to the Raddest Girl I KnowPlaylist dedicated to our friendship13 hours ago in Emotional
(a play list for my top girl crush)
Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon
Boom Clap by Charli XCX
Empty-Handed by Lea Michelle
What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction
Raise Your Glass by Pink
Rather Be by Pentatonix
Count on Me by Bruno Mars
Song for a Friend by Jason Mraz
I'll Stand by You by The Pretenders
King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men
Fight Song by Rachel Platten
Shake it Off by Taylor Swift
Lightning Storm (a summary of a friendship)BoomLightning Storm (a summary of a friendship)13 hours ago in Emotional
An excited, hesitant hello
Stuttering, nerves, rushing away from anxiety, eyes to the floor
Casual conversation, a glimpse of personality
Nerves still choke my throat, but smiling is easier
A wave across the room. Obvious warmth
Fear of rejection feels like such a weight against my chest
Thrust into a situation that overtakes any other awkward feelings
You are my solid beacon of safety, even if there are few words spoken
I try to forget my hesitance
My lack of normalcy, that I only exist in a vacancy left by society
Friendship is so simple, isn't it?
A smudged line drawn in the sand, footsteps that walk side by side
Nothing to be scared about
Mutual respect, love and acceptance
“Sure, I have more things you can read.”
This is my entire soul, please be gentle with it
A hug, a smile, how could I have ever been nervous?
Laughter, sarcasm, the true benchmarks of friendship
How is it that ope
finding yourself: part 1Summer was nearing an end. It was August, and I only had two weeks left before school would begin. I had all my stuff ready, as usual, but my depression was growing every day. Back in May, I had been forced out of a relationship with the first person I ever really loved, and I was finally getting over it, but life decided to be a bitch and make my family sell the house I grew up in. It was devastating none-the-less, but I made promises to myself that I would be strong, and force my way through it.finding yourself: part 113 hours ago in Emotional
One night, I was sitting in my room trying to get to sleep, but I just couldn't. All the memories of not just the house, but my whole past were flowing through my mind. It started out with simple little things like playing on the floor as a child, or losing my first tooth in cereal. Then I git into the deeper thoughts like who I used to crush on. Looking back, I tried telling every boy I loved them, even though I was truly confused on what love was. My mother always had boyfriends, so I thoug
dataand I am the light in the dark..data13 hours ago in Emotional
so they say..
People. Spider webs. Beautiful. Creative. Cunning.
Desperately searching for something to grasp.
How will we truly know?..
I walk around town in a sweater. It's black, so I can hear my heart race against the burning sun.
I long to wrap my around the burning black darkness.
I wanted to be free. Someday. To make something of myself.
But even that was not allowed. As we are not allowed to be free.
Simple programs. Forgiveness. Kindness are replaced by numbers. And giant borders with letters.
Letting us know who we are.
I suppose it's a bit ironic. One never questions who one is.
What truly is the self? The one behind the mirror, wearing your face?
Did you never stop to wonder?
Or would it be rude of me to ask you to search deeper into your psyche?
And I am all but madness.
Searching as I walk along this dark road for something new.
Something I could never hope to find.
I was detached. And recycled. Thrown out like garbage because of my
Lylas ForeverShrouded in mist of decades past,Lylas Forever14 hours ago in Emotional
I ponder the effects of this dreadful wrath.
Laden by actions I uttered in vain,
I must wonder if I am truly sane.
Thoughts linger of all I did wrong,
Torrents fall when I hear that old summer song.
I grieve for friends, I’ve lost along the way,
Wishing I could see them just one more day.
Praying that you will hear my screams,
Entangled in the heartbeat of vanished dreams.
In that foggy mirror, reflections blur,
And I am haunted by those things that were.
atarse al pasadoTenía una idea equivocada de lo que era el amor, una ilusión cursi, donde la otra persona es fundamental su bienestar, donde solo te preocupa su sonrisa. Una idea en donde las buenas intenciones no tienen cabida, puesto que se desvanecen con el mundo, se evaporan y ya no queda nada. Conozco elporque ella no,el porque yo no el porque ella si el porque hubieras podido intentarlo. Perdon si me equivoco y me meto donde no me llaman, pero no te veo feliz, no te veo con alguien como tu con unachicacomo tu, tan solo tienes ramas, no raices. Dime que no te importa eso y la vida te enseñará los valores que te hagan falta. Tengo en contra casi todo, por mis origenes de por no equivocarme no hacer nada, por ejemplo he cambiado tanto que nada es verdadero ni falso esta en equilibrio, en mis pensamientos hay orden y claridad. Se lo que debo hacer ahora, pero no quiero, por primera vez me siento libre. El dia que esté con otro hombre, ya no podré escribirte. Quizáatarse al pasado14 hours ago in Emotional
My Life- The Train Tracks (Story 1)I grasp onto the next rock, watching as my tiny hands manage to keep myself from rolling down the hill. I love looking out the window to the backyard and seeing the trains roll by, even if they do make so much noise and scare my baby brother, Brayden. I wonder how those trains work. How do they move? Well, now here's my chance to find out. I keep climbing up the hill of rocks, which at the top of it sits a humongus line of train tracks. I look behind me and see my little blue house as small as my hand. With a clever smile I continue climbing, I know I will get there soon. It did take me so long to get passed the wire fence that is around our house, but I finally found a small hole that I could fit in. I hope Mommy isn't worried. She hears me talk about how much I want to see the train tracks, but usually she responds with some rambling that I don't understand. I only understand words like "Lexie", "Mama", "Up", "Bo-bo", "Cupee", but my very favorite one is "Dada".My Life- The Train Tracks (Story 1)15 hours ago in Emotional
Spreading the Word of GOD 122Spreading the Word of GOD 12215 hours ago in Emotional
1 My brethren, be not many masters, knowing that we shall receive the greater condemnation.
2 For in many things we offend all. If any man offend not in word, the same is a perfect man, and able also to bridle the whole body.
3 Behold, we put bits in the horses' mouths, that they may obey us; and we turn about their whole body.
4 Behold also the ships, which though they be so great, and are driven of fierce winds, yet are they turned about with a very small helm, whithersoever the governor listeth.
5 Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
6 And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.
7 For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind:
8 But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, ful
agradecimientogracias cuando todo se acaba. Cuando ya no queda nada. Gracias por esos momentos en los que aprendí, por tu atencion, por el tiempo prestado. Gracias por haber estado ahi, ahora emprenderé mi camino. Un camino queya sabemos que no funciona, que hemos visto pasar los problemas que no encajaban, a pesar de todo gracias. Por hacer que mi mirada sea mas amplia, por haberme aguantado en mis malos momentos, por haberme dicho las verdades tambien. Gracias por nada, porque ya todo se perdió, se marchitó, pero no hay mal que por bien no venga ahora me reharé sola o acompañada, eso ya no importa, la cuestión es que pueda librarme de esta dependencia hacia ti, de esto que no me dejaba vivir, de el sufrimiento que me ocasionabas, gracias aun asi. Ya no siento odio porque te estoy olvidando bien creí que me iba a costar mas, pero lo estoy llevando muy bien dia a dia como te prometi, pero se me abren nuevos horizontes, y espero hacer algo con ellos, se qagradecimiento16 hours ago in Emotional
Story Time: My ChildhoodMy childhood wasn't particularly bad. I was an only child in a lower-middle class family that later became a middle class to upper-middle class family. (I really don't know where we range now.) My parents cared about me, they never abused me.... well.... I remember a time my dad used to punch me but around when I turned 10, he stopped that. My mom used to yell at me all the time, too. But again, around 10, that stopped as well... They became less angry and more loving. But with that came expectations. I had to always do well in school. I was forced to choose grades over socializing; not like I had many friends anyways. My parents sheltered me.Story Time: My Childhood16 hours ago in Emotional
When I was five, my mom taught me how to install programs on my computer, and I was never allowed to go very far from the house. Even when I was 13, almost 14, I wasn't allowed to use the bus systems to go places, yet I could walk anywhere I wanted. My parents told me they weren't taxi cabs, so if I wanted to go anywhere, I walked. Being born in
Be saved, or save yourself.Smile? No. I mean, I can’t. I could try, but my cheeks feel like stone. My lips are stuck in this sad shape. My chin quivers at the thought of forcing a grin. I can’t do it. ‘Can’t’ is as strong a word as ‘hate’, but I don’t expect you to understand. No words in the English language can possibly describe my current emotions. Is it depression, you ask? No, nothing like that…no, I just can’t seem to smile right now. I mean, I want to. But I can’t. It’s been so long since I’ve genuinely smiled, I’m starting to scare myself. These waves of new feelings are overwhelming me, I just don’t know how to handle them. I could scream. Maybe I should cry. But that won’t do any good, would it? I’m not sad, and I’m not angry either. I’m just…unhappy. Someday I hope a saviour will glance upon my disgusting self and thrust their light over me. The smile of my saviour will be warBe saved, or save yourself.17 hours ago in Emotional
In a WhisperQuietly in a whisper,In a Whisper17 hours ago in Emotional
Hiding through the pale eye,
Bitten by the love that…
Seems to grow more each day,
Blinded, I strayed towards the dark,
Path lit by dread and guilt,
Worried for the coming of the sun,
Hidden sorrow soon took gold fast,
Where hungry men find no rest,
No taste of after their test,
No waiting for the after math…
Nothing lingers, nothing lasts,
Deep within the hold’s cruel keep,
Hidden by the eye’s deep sleep,
Suspended on a weighted bead,
Where pure men never come back again…
Cruel beauty is truly lie,
Mercy is a fabled cry,
Gone but not forgotten,
Seen but not touched…
Quietly I whisper,
Holding the strength of me,
Inside I fear to answer,
What lies beneath?
My Life (Prologue)Hey everyone! My name is Alexis Day, but people mainly call me Lexie. I'm going to be making these small stories from important event in my life, since you know, my memory sucks and I only remember the important things in my life. So, basically, it's not like I can make this real long book with every single detail of my life. So, I'm making this weird series of short stories called "My Life". I have a pretty insane life, so I'm excited to share these stories with you guys.My Life (Prologue)17 hours ago in Emotional
Of course, it's going to be in time order. So, my first story will be about my earliest memory ever.. probably from when I was like 2.
Note that these stories are from when I was very small. That means I didn't know much about life and everything seemed just like a game to me. So, I could've made some mistakes that I regret now. Please just be patient with my younger self, I was young and naïve like most small children. I'm only human, after all. Also, like I might've said before, my memory sucks. Really
Who would accept her? Good bye, you say as you exit your home. Not bothering with answer from your parents, or anyone in particular. Simply announcing that you are leaving. You see me, waiting for you. You see -her-, but you do not greet. A passing glance and then you are on your way to school. I follow you, as I always do. Ever since you knew I was there I have been following you. We're practically neighbours. And yet you've never introduced me to anyone. You meet one of your friends on your way to school. Greets, laughs, pokes, and playful punches are shared among you. And I notice that passing glance once again. It's there, subtle but noticeable only to me. With each added individual to the group, I get pushed further and further away from you. Soon I am at the immediate outside of your ring. Classes haven't started yet, and I see you perk up for a moment as they discuss private matter. Perhaps today is the day? No, you sit back down and wave it off like always. Classes start and we all goWho would accept her?20 hours ago in Emotional
LGBT People Are Not At War With ChristiansLGBT People Are Not At War With Christians20 hours ago in Emotional
LGBT people are not a threat to Christians.
It's remarkable that this would even need to be said, but there are many Christians who feel threatened by LGBT "activists". In fact, some Christians have a view that most LGBT people are "hateful", "intolerant" or "anti-Christian". There are even those who say LGBT people are waging war on Christians.
But, while there are certainly hateful or dangerous LGBT people out there, most are not. They definitely aren't at war with Christians. The thing is, many of them feel like Christians are at war with them.
There are some Christians who picket funerals of LGBT soldiers, say natural disasters are caused by LGBT people, say LGBT people who were brutally murdered or bullied into suicide deserved to die and they hope they go to hell, but you know that doesn't represent most Christians at all. In the same way, LGBT people who force Christian business owners into bankruptcy, stalk and harass Christians, or who call
The Pudding ShopThere's a shop that serves pudding. They serve two flavors: butterscotch and chocolate. They don't ask what flavor anybody wants, because they think they already know. Everyone's preferred flavor is assigned at birth, and it's even written on everyone's driver's license and/or other forms of ID. Usually, this works out. Almost everybody is content to enjoy their assigned pudding flavor for their whole lives.The Pudding Shop22 hours ago in Emotional
A few people don't like the flavor they have been assigned. Technically they are free to switch to the other flavor, but it can be difficult because the shop is stubborn. They just serve you the pudding flavor they think you always wanted, and it can take some effort to convince them they were getting it wrong. Some of these people, rather than switching from chocolate to butterscotch or vice versa, actually prefer to mix them, or they might want an unadvertised flavor like french vanilla, or maybe they don't want pudding at all. This is okay too, but it takes extra explaining at t