You Can't Stop LoveYou can beat me, until I can no longer stand.You Can't Stop Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can prosecute me, tie behind me, my hands.
You can shatter my world, turn it in side out
You can tell me lies, and make my heart doubt
You can make me cry, alone in the middle of the night
You can hurt me, when I can't put up a fight
You can hate me; put me down at every turn
You can ridicule me, contradict everything I learn
But you can't stop me being loved,
By the one who owns my heart.
His TimingHow many times have you wondered,His Timing3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When, just when will it be my turn,
To feel those emotions so locked inside,
Such feelings you can't help but yearn,
Yet these feelings we hold deep within,
Are like those of our Father above,
The same adoration, the same acceptance,
The true meaning of agape love,
How many times have you wondered,
Will I find the one, that special one,
Is His will for me to follow Him free,
Or by love on Earth, His will be done,
Yet that one we long to find here on Earth,
Only He alone knows of their name,
And it is patience and faith we must embrace,
Lest true love, honor and trust we defame,
How many times have you wondered,
Will I be able to find romance in time,
Have I missed that chance of true love's passion,
Or will I experience it in it's prime,
Yet timing is not ours to determine,
As the Lord God Almighty controls it all,
Are we so impatient we control our fate,
Or do we yield willingly to His call,
Well, until that day when romance is revealed,
And His one f
Running Back To YouI fought so hard, but still I fail youRunning Back To You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find myself in this place again
Disappointed with myself
I feel sure I've made too many mistakes for your love
This fear turns to chains that keep me from coming to God
God is willing to chop these shackles and forgive my sin; if I but ask forgiveness, but I am too blind to see this
But then I see a glimpse of God's love and mercy
And upon seeing this I run to the cross and ask forgiveness
With empty hands I come to you
Nothing is what I have to offer
Then I hear God say "Your sins are forgiven and remember nothing you do can affect my love for you.
And if you ever doubt that I love you remember that I gave my only son to die for you on the cross."
Dancing with GodDancing with God.Dancing with God3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A twirl, and a nod
every vestage of glory
revealed to me
pure and clean
I have not yet seen
the sin and hate
that fills this place
but then a dark aura
fills the air
as the angel of hate
enters the room
he takes my hand
with promises of happyness
that I already posess
I do not see God
calling to me
for sin is full
in my view
I begin to search
and I soon find
a new dance partner
of which to call mine
As I spin round and round
my head does the same
this high was not happy
it only added to my shame
God is still calling
watching me make
mistake after mistake
but I do not see him
as a new partner walks in
and the sinful tango
He gives me a rose
and my heart flutters
and with a gentlmanly bow
he takes my prized gem
and I am shamed again
God is still there
calling my name
but I do not see
carrying a knife
then i cut and bleed
And I hate my life
but then he pulls out
a powerful device
a device so strong
To VowVowing to always serve the King,To Vow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Willing to lay your life on the line.
To stay eternally loyal and true,
APH - TftOH - Egypt, GreeceTales from the Ottoman HouseAPH - TftOH - Egypt, Greece5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Egypt The Silent Man and the Proud Man
When Turkey last came to his house, that breezy little palace in the oasis, he was so much different. He was ambitious, fiery, a stir-about, always talking about his new empire, how the two of them would one day, with no doubt, rule the entire world.
Egypt found his company quite entertaining and amusing, and of course Turkey reminded him of his father, Ancient Rome. They both had that powerful aura that made anyone and everyone submit before their will.
So why not play along, Gupta thought.
But now now he was different. For one thing, he did not come alone: he was accompanied by a young woman and a child; and whats more important, he was well, practically glowing of pride and happiness.
You seem different Egypt noted quietly as he poured his guests some hibiscus tea. Turkey was sitting on the biggest and most comfortable pillow, with the young and delicate-looking woma
APH Red String of FateChina looked around his fellow nations and smiled softly. He absentmindly pulled slightly at the string entwined on his pinky finger.APH Red String of Fate4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The other nations were walking around oblivious to the strings filling the room. As far as China knew he was the only who could see it on everyone.
The closer, physically, the nations were to their soul mates the shorter the string. But it didn't matter. The string would forever get longer the farther apart the people were and would never wear or break no matter what.
People or nations in this case, would never change their soul mates.
The thicker the string was the closer, emotionally and mentally, the two were. When the two would confess the thread would entwine their entire being and basically 'wrap the two in their love.'
Chinas eyes went over to where Italy and Germany were standing to one another. Even though they didn't see it the red string between them was thick and starting to go up their arms. They were close to admitting their feelings to one
How Could You Do This To Me?"This is all your fault! Had you listened to me, my brother would still be alive!"How Could You Do This To Me?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There was nothing I could do; de Sable threw me from the room. There was no way I could get back in the room."
"Enough of your lies, Altaïr! You caused the death of my brother and did nothing to even atone for it!
You merely stood there while I came back, redeeming the mission for us, while Kadar lay dead in Soloman's Temple!"
"Malik, please, just--"
"No. Get out; I don't want to hear your voice anymore. Rest, go cry in the damn corner, do whatever
you do before your mission. Just get out of my face; I can't stand to see yours anymore."
Saying nothing more, Malik turned from his oldest friend with a disgusted and hurt look upon his face, Altaïr sighing just inaudibly, though reached out and grabbed the other male's empty sleeve when Malik tried to walk by into the backroom. Malik scowled and shouted at him to release his sleeve, though Altaïr refused, stating that he wouldn't unless Malik
Heaven or HellHeaven or Hell3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There was a poll posted on Facebook, it was simple, all you had to do was click one answer or the other.
You only had two choices.
The question was: "Where do you think you're headed?"
The answer choices were: Heaven, and Hell.
A lot of people picked Heaven and there were people who voted Hell.
This made me sad to know that these people are condemning themselves.
When you say you're going to Hell, you're accepting something that isn't true!
If God set a Satanist free, If God sent his only son to die for us (even when we did not and still don't deserve it), and If God spoke into the darkness and created the light...
Then NOTHING is impossible for him!
The word impossible is a fallacy that hides the truth: I'm Possible!
Don't condemn yourself.
Doesn't matter what you did, God will still forgive you and let you into his kingdom,
you just have to stop putting yourself down all the time
If God forgave Hitler, Sodom, and Osama, yet they blew it, due to them choosing not to accept him and
Turkey x Greece Monochrome 2Turkey x Greece Monochrome 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Holding around the tender area of his head, Heracles tried his best to not make a deal out if it. The tears ran and he silently cried but couldn't help to let out a few whimpers. "Damn it I-I'm not gonna give into th-this " he said pulling his shaking body up with the help of the couch. "Man the lights are all out?" Sadik said trying to click on the lamp. It didn't really matter to him though, it was all grey anyway. He managed to light a candle and set it down near his bed. As he did he noticed a wobbling figure in his doorway.
"Heracles, that you ?"He asked from his bed. Heracles let out another whimper and advanced towards the man's bed. " didn't know y-you were home " He mumbled climbing onto his bed not even looking at Sadik. "Yeah, I am. You were just come and sit in here even if I wasn't?" Sadik replied looking at him. "Why you crying?" This was the first sign of emotion that he had shown for a while. Sadik was
A New Nation?"Where's the brat?" Sadiq demaned when he wntered what the nations called "The Rest Room". Elizabeta looked up from teaching Albania how to sew.A New Nation?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"He's in his room, he wasn't well. Serbia and Egypt are checking on him now" She spoke calmly.
The Turk growled in frustration. "What the fuck is wrong with him now?"
Bulgaira looked up, Romania was fast asleep in his lap. "He was throwing up all last night, he wouldn't eat for the last two days and he hasn't slept well at all"
Turkeys eyes widened behind his mask. He knew something was horriblely wrong if the Greek wasn't sleeping.
Egypt arrived down with Serbia a while later. Albania ran over to her sister and held up her arms.
"What's wrong wiv Gweece-chan, Serby?" the girl asked once she was safely in the older nations arms. Serbia sighed, running her fingers through Albania's black hair.
"He's going to have a baby" Gupta mummered, staring out the window.
"A new nation?" Hungary mused. "Poor boy."
"Wh-what?!" Sadiq shrieked.
Sixes and Sevens Chapter TwoThe phone rang.Sixes and Sevens Chapter Two4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was too damned early for the phone to ring. He knew it, and he knew the person on the other end fucking knew it as well. Still. If some fucker was going to call him at 5:04 in the goddamn morning...
He groped for the phone and mashed the button angrily, jamming the phone to his ear fitfully.
"What?" he growled into the receiver.
"Sadiq." A low voice greeted him calmly, clearly unperturbed by the gruff tone and early hour.
Sadiq Adnan sat up slowly, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep from his brain.
"...Gupta? This is a hell of a time to be making a call."
"I am afraid this is not a leisurely call, as you might have guessed." Egypt replied, his voice unhurried and even.
Turkey frowned as his fingers traced over the scars from losing Medina and Mecca, one over each lung.
"I can't even imagine," he retorted dryly, "So what is it this time? Bulgaria smacked Italy around again and Germany wants restitution? Hungary fucked her economy again? The Balkan-
Je Renais De Mes CendresA phoenix is ever lasting and eternal, but the majestic and magical bird has its weaknesses too. Of fire and flame, passion and love, they have a weakness called a Fire Tear: a small, simple thing yet so complicated and beautiful. And fragile beyond belief, easy to break but hard to mend, and fatal if it's ever lost.Je Renais De Mes Cendres4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If he had been anything else, he would have died for forever.
It was as water to his flame. Cold and dark, deep and vast as an ocean- yet contained in one small force and all the more deadly. Like a compressed bomb, the explosion wracked the small world that was within and without of him. As God of this realm, he the Immortal Phoenix, almost died. Against all hope, he succumbed to the inky and suppressing blackness
So in pain and desperation, as all around him drowned slowly in the dark water, he threw his Fire Tear with a prayer unto the Four Winds. Where It was carried, he knew not, but It was carried somewhere beyond Thought. Somewhere at the edge of Subconscious is
OrientalismIn the day, yellow sandOrientalism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords
At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)
Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
on the side
Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
in wire cocoons
Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
at the end of
For one momenttime is running like waterFor one moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through my hands
trying to hold it in vain
and down the falls of my arms.
but every river
flows into a basin
to an oasis of life,
where it can rest and
where time does not exist.
I would like to dip my hands
into the fresh water and
just for one moment.
They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless handsThey say beauty is only skin deep,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?
In Defense of DmCIn Defense of DmC3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I'm gonna level with you: upon first seeing the DmC trailer, I was appalled. I was outraged, I was pissed, I experienced a new level of fanboy rage previously unbeknownst to me. How dare they mess with Devil May Cry! How dare they! Who was that ugly dumbass? It wasn't Dante! Not him! Nope! No way! This is awful! I am affronted! And I stayed that way for maybe two days, seething about black hair dye and cigarettes, tossing and turning and crying on the inside. If I could go back in time, I would appear to myself in a haze of golden light, and with a gentle and loving gesture, whisper, "Calm yo' tits, my child." Because after the initial shock wore off, I felt a little ashamed of my gut reaction. Not that I should've been: after four games of Sir Dante Sexypants and His Magical Adventures, going from silver hair/red coat/badassery to bad dyejob/dirty clothes/asshattery is a big shock. But the more I thought about it, the better I felt about it, to the p
StarlightShe lay thereStarlight6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the stony ground,
Staring into nothingness
Darkness surrounding her,
Like a cold hug.
Bars all around
Reached into the eternal sky.
Glancing at the firmament,
She sometimes casted her eye
On the twinkling stars
Which gave her life.
Oh, how much she dreamed,
Diving into a bright sea of twinkling diamonds!
All those nights
She lay there.
The day she had never seen,
The moon had never become the sun.
And each time
She looked up to the small lights of hope,
There will be her light
When the embrace of darkness
Grew stronger every second
And when the cold
Killed her senses,
She saw those sparkling diamonds
Brighter than ever.
In the darkest of nights
There he came,
The shining angel,
Bright like sun,
Pale like moon.
His wings touched her skin
Like a kiss of a butterfly.
The bars of metal
Scattered into thousands of twinkling diamonds.
There was light.
The angel hugged her
With his soft wings
And taught her how to fly.
Hidden PotentialEvery woman is nervous on the day of her wedding. This had sounded like a cliché when my mother had told me this, but now on the threshold of the same event my body was displaying all the signs of a blushing bride. Perversely, my mind was utterly calm. It had better things to worry about. Like the discovery I had been working on for the last five years.Hidden Potential4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scheduled unveiling should have taken place a while ago. But my parents dropped this bomb on me. Marry His Highness, Alexander Petraeus Marcus Maxmillian the VIIIth, Prince and heir of the Andromeda Galaxy, and the last family to retain ties to Earth. In my opinion their claim to be the last family with pure Earthen blood was their only claim to fame. Of course, my opinion didn't matter. The people worshipped the royal family. And they controlled the biggest political, economic and social faction in the universe.
My family was one of the last few traditional families left. We had lost all our wealth but our status still meant e
How To Make A Good UsernameSo! How to make usernames. I was helping somebody with this but i typed up a monster comment and thought I'd publish it. xD Remember, you don't have to follow my advice, I'm just saying what is best in my opinion.How To Make A Good Username2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There are two types of usernames- names and words. Name usernames are similar to mine (Silvaina), they are either completely new words or combinations of ones. Word Usernames are either one word usernames or more than one word, which are usually seperated by capitols and/or dashes.
What I did was take things that I liked and combined them together. I went through a lot of time and words to find this one, which ended up being Silver and Rain, plus the first letter of my name (A). So I suggest combining your favorite words/things together to make up interesting things. So for example:
Fox x Roam= Foam, Rox, Foax, Roax, etc.
Then you can add extra letters to make it look cooler, so:
Foax would become Foaxa, Foaxe, Foaxi, Foxo, Foxu, Foxy, etc.
Roax would become R
stop the clocka sea of houses comes rolling instop the clock5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusty roofs bending
shingles popping like fireworks
(expressing their independence, they die)
while you and I
(nothing more than genetic flotsam, now)
turn our eyes from a shattered-glass snowfall
and dream of the winters of our youth
this will be the end of days
this will be clouds folding into the earth
thunderstorms growling from foxholes
rain tumbling from rivers
as a clumsy conflagration stumbles into our skin
stealing our silhouettes
painting our ghosts on walls
(oh, had only we learned such passive resistance)
as you and I
(only numbers and figures, we know)
truly wear our hearts on our sleeves
when the world turns inside out
when sandcastles swirl into mountains
only to melt and flatten
until the rock has no wrinkles
when flowers shrink into their stems
like amateur stop-animation
when grass stalks and grandchildren
twist ever upward into smoke
and I no longer have any metaphors
for what the world made me love about yo