God, Free Will and OmnipotenceDefinition 1 - God is described as both benevolent and omnipotent.God, Free Will and Omnipotence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D2 - A beign with Omnipotence can do anything.
D3 - A beign with benevolence is concerned with good and charitible acts.
D4 - Free will is, according to the bible, the right God handed to humans, out of which they could find salvation in him.
Premise 1 - If you don't obtain salvation, you will spend eternity in Hell.
P2 - Saving someone from Hell is a good and charitible act.
P3 - An Omnipotent beign could do anything he desires and still not destroy someone's free will, if so he choses to.
Conclusion 1 - God could save someone from Hell without destroying or violating that person's free will.
C2 - If you die and should go to Hell, God will save you without violating your free will, for he is benevolent and capable.
C2a - Following God's Principles is Irrelevant.
C2b - Belief in God is Irrelevant.
Conclusion 3 - God can change the behaviour of a murderer or avoid natural disasters without altering someone's free will, f
TempoI make awkward first impressions with bed sheetsTempo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
Your Sacrifice"You can cut me, if you rather."Your Sacrifice3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My voice was gentle and quite but you still gasped in surprise.
I suppose I should have made some noise to let you know I was there, but I had been standing in the bathroom's open doorway unnoticed for at least 2 minutes uncertain what to say or do...
I had found you, sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the tub.
I watched you roll up your sleeve and choose the desired spot on your left forearm.
I listened as you took deep breath then held it before drawing the razor over and into your skin.
The ensuing hiss sounded more like a sigh and that's when I spoke.
I could keep silent no longer though obviously you had assumed I wasn't home as the blade cut more, cut deeper than intended.
With a sharp yelp, you yanked your hand back and glared up at me.
There was anger, defiance and betrayal in you beautiful brown eyes.
They're still beautiful not matter what emotion you turn towards me.
As long as they're not empty
G. A. Y.G. A. Y.G. A. Y.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this word?
Does it mean I don't deserve anything?
Does it mean you're better than me?
Does it mean you can bash me? Hate me? Hurt me?
I barely remember the day mum told me my brother was gay. It hardly stands out at all. It didn't surprise me, didn't hurt me, didn't concern me. He was Jesse. He would always be Jesse. It hardly even came as a surprise. I never suspected anything but it made no difference if he was gay or not. Who cares if he liked boys or girls?
The next day though I remember very clearly. All it takes is a tiny little comment. Just one stupid 11 year old boy making some stupid comment about gays. I remember it so clearly. I broke down, inside. I wanted to tell all my friends that day that my brother was gay. How could I tell them now? I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to make that stupid boy hurt for hurting me, for hating my brother, even though he didn't know. He didn't know that my brother was gay, he didn't think he was hurting anyone. Bu
Christianity: A CultI am aware that I might get some hate or offend some people with this post.Christianity: A Cult3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So I'll ask that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
These are my personal views and thoughts from what I have observed over my years.
Many think its such a wonderful religion. A perfect religion. And the only way to salvation. And trying to argue this fact with a Follower is like trying to pull a nail out of dry cement. There is no way of getting it out and you are just wasting your time.
The thing with Christianity is that most of the followers now a day, aren't actually following the "Bible" or "Jesus." They are simply claiming to be Christians because their family, friends, etc are. People need something to belong to. They need guidance. They are afraid to be themselves and live by their rules.
Now, you may ask why I all this religion a cult?
I will tell you.
APH-Asylums and Broken FlowersRussia is the blotted smears of bloodAPH-Asylums and Broken Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the walls of old asylums,
And the screaming of lunatics
As they talk to the moon.
Russia is the horror of the moment,
When the prisoners of invisible chains
Are forced to concede
That no one is ever coming
To free them
From the nightmare of perceived dangers
And sterile devices of torture:
That they are alone,
And always will be.
Russia is a hammer
To break bottles
And abandoned hearts.
Russia is red snow
And too many years
Of cold summers.
Russia is a child crying:
A paranoid, twisted infant
In the face of an internal and eternal
Russia is only as good as his rulers,
And the people he represents.
In his oversized body,
He doesn't know where to go,
Or who to be.
Russia is the personification
Of dead sunflowers,
And the tragedy
Under the influence
And the Northern Lights.
Because his face is splitting open
Along the seams of his mouth,
As if to mirror
The state of his
One for the birds.The most beautiful thing about a song birdOne for the birds.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not it's song;
It's the fact that if they miss a note
No one can tell.
Sitting idly by
Twit-tweeting tunes to travelers
It's up to each of us to misinterpret them differently
The truth is so mainstream
APH - Snow Storms and VioletCanada is bleach-whiteAPH - Snow Storms and Violet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like brittle bones
Or the colour of curdled milk.
He is expressionless:
Forgotten and forgetful,
With violet, sunset clouded eyes,
That are as blank as the Arctic snow
In the lonely expanses
Of his heart.
Canada is young,
But sometimes, he feels
That he has lived too long;
Seen too much.
(He hasn't. He's just overcompensating for the fact
That he hasn't seen enough).
Canada is the purple bruises of steel production
On the skyline of his pretty smile,
And the crushed maple leaves
That emerge, half decomposed,
From the snow in the tentative springtime.
Canada is the anaemic, tired servant
To flags that are not his own.
Shrilly, he sings songs that do not match his heart,
Because if he danced to a melody
Reflective of his personality,
He would have to face his selfish core,
And come to the realization
That he is not a peacekeeper;
Just too afraid to fight.
Canada is a broken child:
A small, ineffective figure,
In a vast, incomprehensible world.
So in the echoing cor
Neglected OC Meme_WritingNeglected OC Meme_Writing4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Neglected OC Meme
First of all, choose one of your characters that you've been neglecting. (aka: haven't drawn, written, or otherwise played with in a while) Awww, the poor thing!
1. Now give us a small intro to the character. If you haven't written for them in a long time give us the intro scene from the original fiction. (spelling and grammer mistakes included. Nothing altered!) If you can't find it, write as much as you remember or re-write it.
2. Cool. Well is there anything about it or the character you'd change now?
3. Yes, yes. I see. Now let's get to know them a little more. Do they have any hobbies? Fetishes? Strange quirks? Write us a short scene.
4. We all need a way to support ourselves, so what about a job? Or if they aren't old enough to work, what are their future plans to support themselves?
5. How about getting a little more personal. Write about the strangest or most uncomfortable situation they've ever found themselves in.
6. Yes, well I can
Doctor for PretendIf I were doctor for a dayDoctor for Pretend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would make my tears your morphine drip.
I would prescribe you pills
That have a striking resemblance to books
Scattered like so many dead flies
Lying belly up on my bedroom floor
I would tell you to rest,
Curling up like a question mark
Asking you to stay for a little while
Just so I dont have to feel alone anymore.
If I were doctor for a day
I wouldn't bother tapping your shaky knees to test your reflexes.
I would write how I feel about you on a sheet of loose leaf
Crumple it up
And toss you some compassion.
If I were doctor for a day,
You'd best hope youre not sick.
A Holiday From YouFor Christmas,A Holiday From You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave me a cross
With a tortured man nailed to it,
And told me that I was evil,
And I was going to burn in hell.
You said that if I had any decency
I would build my own cross
And use it,
Because I wasn't worth anything to anyone
I told you that Christ probably wasn't born
On Christmas anyway.
For Valentine's Day,
You gave me a blank look,
And said nothing.
I took your silence
And put it inside my chest
Because it's weight reminded me of how it felt
To have a heart,
And other Vital, yet apparently nonessential
You gave me a painted egg
With delicate intricacies
Turning the shell
Into a rainbow that reminded me
Of a gay pride march,
Or an end to the perpetual rain.
But when I cracked the egg open,
It was empty.
You told me that I was greedy,
And that the shell
Was the present.
I said that the hollow egg
Reminded me of us,
And treasured the broken fragments.
For April Fools Day,
You kissed me.
I prayed to have the date wrong.
On the Summer Solst
What Is This Feeling...? -APH-Spamano;;What Is This Feeling...? -APH-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every frown, there's a smile to make up for it.
One with such a rare, lovely smile should not hide it..
Show it to me, amour!
We can do all that you want.~
Eat tomatos, sit in the sun.
You love me, like I love you...?
.. Mi amour, you don't know how long,
how long I've waited to hear those words
part from your lips. <3
S-shut up, bastard..
I just say that because...
You say I smile well,
I don't see it..
N-not that I... stare in the mirror or anything... ._.
You want me to kiss you?!?
W-WHY, N-NO! MY BLUSH ISN'T CUTE!
T-the way you look at me..
makes my heart pounded slightly faster..
JUST SLIGHTLY. BI
Oh, you still want a kiss?! NO.
Why? Because I don't want-!!
Although you are a bit annoying,
I can still see through you so easily.
Your fancey words:
They confuse me greatly.
I'd rather you spoke in English..
... But.. It does get a bit sexy
when you speak my name slowly
in a hush tone,
You Deserve ItTake your left hand and grip your right shoulder with it. Take your right hand, and grip your left shoulder. Squeeze.You Deserve It3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Kisshu's Love: Part ThirteenKisshu's Love: Part Thirteen6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kisshus Love: Part Thirteen
Well!? Whats happening!? How is she?? Let me IN!! Kisshu was held back against the wall by Minto and Zakuro as he struggled to get into the room where Ichigo was. You need to wait!! Minto shouted. The tears stung his eyes as he admitted defeat for the time being. Solemn faced, he sat down on a squishy chair in the control room of the ship, sinking uncomfortably into the deep cushions. Shell be okay, Zakuro said behind him. He shifted to look at her, still engulfed in giant chair. Shes a fighter. With that said, she walked off into a hallway that led to Pais room, where she lay to sleep after searching for long hours to find Ichigo. Pai needs to hurry, Kisshu thought quietly to himself. Im going to go crazy if I dont see her okay soon. He laughed mischievously
at the thought of Masaya finally being dead. A door opened, and Kisshu immediately teleported to the opening, wh
TES V: "Sons of Skyrim" LyricsThe Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - "Sons of Skyrim" Song LyricsTES V: "Sons of Skyrim" Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah,
Do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zyemah win kien meyz fundien
Alduin fyen do jun,
Kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien.
By his honor, is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray,
And the Scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world.
An awkward chat with Tomo..An awkward chat with Tomo..4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Me: Hi Tomo-chan!
Me: You must die now.
Tomo: I cannot die.
Me: YES SIR YOU CAN
Tomo: Are you still located in tomo s bed?
Me: What the heck, Tomo-chan?!
Tomo: That's not something I get asked all the time.
Me: You're seriously stupid.
Tomo: At least I'm smarter than you.
Me: You are a stupid pervert Tomo-chan.
Tomo: Thanks and you are a delightful person too, No I am very smart.
Me: NONONO IM SMART D:
Thiefshipping 2Marik blinked and stared up at Bakura with his lavender eyes. He was at a loss of words for a moment. He finally gathered his thoughts and grimaced.Thiefshipping 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I don't want you!" he yelled, trying to sit up. Bakura just laughed and continued to pin him down, flicking his tounge at Marik's neck, which sent shivers down his body.
"You say no...but your body says yes." Bakura purred as he lightly bit at Marik's neck.
"S-s..." Marik began to say stop, but it was cut off because he began to moan. The reason for this is because Bakura had slid his shirt off and started nibbling at his stomach.
"As you were saying, Marik?" Bakura said with a mischevious grin. Marik blinked and said nothing. He knew Bakura was right. He wanted Bakura, wanted him so badly, but he wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of winning. He wouldn't.
"I was saying that I don't want you! Why can't you get that through your head! Sheesh, you would've figured that being alive for 5,000 years, you would be smart!" Marik snapped.
The MaraudersMoony;The Marauders8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worn and grey,
Withered before his time.
Wolf he becomes,
But not of his choosing.
Silent and dark,
Stolen from the path.
Rat to his nature,
Rotten to the bone.
Loyal and Pure,
Placed with the lion.
The grim in apperance,
Vanished beyond the vail.
Free and winded,
Seeking from year one.
The stag his mark,
Betrayed by a thoughtless friend.
Their friendship is legend,
Unseen in the passages of hogwarts.
Passed have two,
All soon to the lost,
In the passages of eternal time.
I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be
Kagayaku Tsu-maru 01Kagayaku Tsu-maru 013 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mahou Shoujo Kagayaku Tsu-maru: Chapter 01
The early morning sunlight poured through the partially opened blinds, which seemed to be arranged precisely to shine upon the bed sitting in the room. More specifically it targeted the eyes of a lazy lump sprawled out on the bed, mumbling and stirring. Dropping her pillow over her face, the thirteen year old girl dressed in green clover pattern pajamas and mint green socks wished she could just lie there for a few more minutes. She knew if she tried it, her mother might have to drag her out of bed and fling her into the restroom. So it was with a weary grunt that she mourned the loss of her cozy bed for the day and staggered into the restroom.
"...Mnnuh.." Was all that was uttered upon stepping in front of the bathroom. This part was a little more bearable thanks to the strawberry flavored toothpaste that was spread across her pearly whites. Finally the chestnut brown splendor washing across her shoulders needed to be t