Abba, Father...Abba, Father...11 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Abba, Father, Daddy in Heaven!
cuddle me in your tender arms,
I need your comfort!
I become lonely on Earth when I sin,
for that seperates me from Your perfect love,
and makes me vunerable!
I'm sorry for all those sinful things I do,
and I need you so much more,
please carry me in your arms of love!
like a child craving for milk,
I crave your Spiritual milk,
And you're there, as loving parents are!
God the Father is my loving, heavenly Father;
God the Son, Jesus, is my Redeemer, and also closest friend;
God the Holy Spirit is my connection with You on Earth,
and my Fellowship
For You are the One true God,
Perfect in harmony, the perfection of the Trinity,
3 persons in 1, and always my loving Father!
But You're not only a loving parent,
for Earthly parents still die,
but You are my eternal, Abba, Father God...
...and my closest friend!
SkinVerden looked out of the window and sighed. It was a summer's day, complete with fresh grass, singing birds and rainbows. It was a good day, a perfect day; or it would be if the weather was real, and the window for that matter. It was just an illusion, a curtain, if he pushed it aside, it would only reveal the damp wall behind it. He grimaced; it had taken him almost a year to make all the windows on request of the King who was catering to the whims of the Higher Ups. The snobs who couldn't stand the fact that they were surround by grey brick and the green slime that seemed to trickle down from the ceiling. Not that there was anything good to see if the windows were real, just the occasional dead tree, miles of wasteland and the eternal black sky.Skin6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated being in the service industry, catering to the wishes and 'needs' of the stupid people, the Higher Ups who couldn't see a decent bit of magic if it slapped them in the face. He ran a hand through his dark green hair as he
there's more fact to fictioni shouldn't tell you this. not because it doesn't matter, but because you simply do not exist. it took me a long time to admit this so i will not be easily convinced otherwise.there's more fact to fiction5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i find i can no longer imagine a world with you in it. i can no longer remember a past that makes sense to me. i have no idea where i've been or where i'm going and all of this just does not even matter to me. i swear, though, i haven't gone crazy. at least not yet. i'm giving myself another few days before reality completely falls away.
but don't worry about me. it'll all be okay. i just can't be concerned right now.
see, the catalyst to this situation is really just a switch i flipped inside my mind that is probably going to be the complete undoing of me. because the easiest solution to not thinking of you in the wrong way was to not think of you at all. so i don't wonder how you're doing or what you're thinking. i don't call or write or imagine your face. even when i feel the sting of your name on my lips, i
Things You RememberYou remember the time when, as a child, you were taken away from your mama and guided to a forest by the man you thought was Papa. He left you alone in the darkness. You cried and cried for hours, but he didn't come back. You were cold and scared, and you could hear the sounds of the monsters coming closer and closer. All you had were the clothes on your back and the trinkets he had given you. The necklace at your throat was a strange cube with no center. You clung to it, desperate, and eventually fell into an uncertain slumber.Things You Remember5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you awoke, the monsters had appeared. They were bigger than you, and you were scared, and you started to cry again. But the monsters comforted you. They cuddled close to you to keep you warm, and dried your tears. You felt a little less scared, and although you missed Mama, you felt safe in the hands of these powerful beings.
You stayed with them in the years to come. You learned how to speak to them, and although you still thought about Mama and the man y
The Furnish Is EverythingIt was 183 days ago when Minerva Kisling the Yiddish Mentalist first came to my train station. She toured the Neptune-Aries circuit in vaudeville. I had seen her glossy photographs a few times outside of the Easton theater and The Springhouse when she played there, but I never saw her in person. At least, I never saw her until the locomotive that was supposed to be bringing her husband failed to arrive with said husband.The Furnish Is Everything5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a redcap for the Southwest Lake Station with a half-dozen sisters, I scarcely could afford the ten cents or the time to see a vaudeville show on a regular basis, but the children working near the tracks would put on cheap imitations of the more popular acts in hopes of getting pennies rained on them. They would dab burnt cork on their cheeks, bug out their eyes, and sing or tell jokes. Often they received the most money when they stopped singing and went back to carrying bags. What the children failed to re-enact, they retold to me on slower days. I was more than pr
Could it be true? Chapter 1Could it be true? Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Leave me alone! I love my pokemon so what makes you think I would hand them over all nilly-willy?" I asked in an outrage.
My name is White, currently I am trying to get this hobo to leave me alone. And in hobo, I mean a boy trying to take people's pokemon away. His name's N.
"Then battle me right now," he said," if I win, you must give me your pokemon, if you win, you can be sure that I won't stop trying."
But that isn't fair! Too bad, at least I can beat the heck out of him. As I drew out my Snivy, he drew out a Purrloin.
"You'll never win with that!" I smirked as I won.
"You have spunk."
"You're different from everyone I've met in my life, your pokemon love you."
"That's normal,well,if you treat them right."
"Just know we'll be seeing around soon."
And with that he left
I Get Mad."I get mad." she saysI Get Mad.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But her room is perfect
And her parents tell
Of a sweet-tempered angel
"But when I get mad...I don't smash things. Or yell."
She rolls up her sleeves.
Soft, porcelain skin
Marred with red, ragged lines
"Only sometimes.." she whispers
But it seems too much
To be nothing
Like she claims
I am not...I am not normal,I'm different.I am not...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not plain,I'm strange.
I am not strong,I'm weak.
I am not "lady like",I'm a tomboy.
I am not gonna cry in front of someone,
I am gonna cry only when i am sure its safe to,only when on one is around
I'll act like I'm fine but inside i know I'm lying.
this is who i am.
I Hope the Joke Was Worth ItI hope the joke was worth all the trouble it caused. The girl you make fun of for being fat, she has an eating disorder now, she's wasting away before everyone else's eyes, and there's nothing anyone can say to help her. The loner you make fun of, the one who separates herself from everyone else. It's not a superiority complex, she was raped. She hates being around others for fear of being touched. That's why her wrists are covered in scars. The boy you pick on constantly for being gay? He's about one rude comment away from ending his life. The really smart girl, the one who you pick on of reading too much, she reads to escape. She knows that, in a book, she can escape the hell of her life, where her father abuses her, for a little while she lives the life of someone else. If you get to know a person instead of making snap judgments about them, the world of public school, and the internet, will both be better off.I Hope the Joke Was Worth It5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
Ivan was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was waiting for something to happen. Something important, even if it was a sad thing. He knew what was about to happen was inevitable, no matter what he did. Because everything that begins must come to an end. Even his relationship with Gilbert, after all those years they spent together, and all those things they went through. It had to end. The wall would fall soon.
-He will leave. -He said sadly and sighed, feeling tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. -No matter how many times he promises he won't I know he'll leave, da.
When Gilbert finally came to love him, Ivan expected them to be together forever, even knowing that wouldn't happen, he had the slight hope i
LoveThis emotion,Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This weightless floating,
This hungry want,
This lonely feeling,
This need for you.
This newfound trust,
This raw lust,
This hopefully chance...
Can be described in one word.
The Shimmering VoiceHe had to make his own light, his own beauty, using touch and imagination. Slowly, he ran his fingers over her face. Feeling - memorising -the position of her cheekbones, the shape of her chin and the length of her nose. Tentatively he stroked her hair, it was soft and short.The Shimmering Voice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Can I have her back....?" The voice glimmered through the darkness.
The blind tramp looked up, and handed the young baby back over to its mother, "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"You're welcome," Came the timid reply.
Sound grated against his ears as the pram and child were wheeled quickly away. A distant gurgle kissed his hearing lightly, before nothing.
Alone, he sank back down into the pavement. For a small w
The DifferenceSorry I know theThe Difference5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
difference between loving
girls and loving boys
and not loving boys
Pokemon Crappy Pastaso wen i was littel i luved pokeemon i played my blu version all the time. so one day this old man apeared and threw a blu version at me it was painted red and then he fel to the ground bleeding all bloodily with lots of gor his intestines spewd everywere and he dyed.Pokemon Crappy Pasta5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ignoring him, i poped my blu version in my SP and started it. i cliked continue, cuz u kno, maybe he had good pokeemon. he had six 3D animated full-color victinis even tho thats tottaly not possible, and they were all headless and had blood dripping down them. then on his trainer card he was a ghostly zombie with blood evrywere.
so red came up to me and battled me. my victini used flam charge on his pikachuy and it said "pikachu has died!" and then the lavender town theme played and my squirtle from my first ever pokeemon gam appeared and said "even tho u didnt loose ur blu version on purpose imma keel u"
so he came out of the game with a knife and stuk it in my neck and i was bleeding and my head poped off and blood spra
Long Story ShortYou are...Long Story Short5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
great at everything you do
boyfriend && girlfriend
really miss you
really love you
really want to be with you
really am happy you're in my life
really want to talk to you more
really want you to be mine forever
long story short?
i love you
Barbaric TreatmentLate summer, 2261 AURCBarbaric Treatment7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The noontide sun gleamed off Hrothgar the Northmans rippling thews, and his shaggy mane of golden hair shone. The cheap tunic he wore could not conceal the hard, rangy lines of his frame as he stood astride the path through the narrow pass he had made his own.
Voices reached his ears; ears that, although attuned to the clash and clangor of battle, had never been deafened by the clatter and bustle of what men called civilization and so remained alert to the slightest threat: the padded footfall of the wolf, or the quiet hiss of a blade drawn from its sheath. But these were careless voices, chattering and laughing, heedless of the peril that loomed before them in the barbarians mighty person. His grip tightened upon the hilts of the sword which he held before him, its point resting upon the stony earth; and his nostrils flared in fierce anticipation.
Up the slope before him they came: Two youths walking side by side. The one was tall and well-bui
Remember?Hey there.Remember?5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I was the girl you used to stay awake talking to through the whole night. I was the girl you used to hold hands with when you were scared out of your mind while watching Final Destination 3 even though you were 16 years old and I was only 14. You were full 2 years older than me, but you were such a wuss. I was practically the boy in our friendship.
Remember when we used to share everything with each other? You admitted to being scared of spiders and the dark and I told you I hated worms and they creeped me out. I still remember you laughing at me until I had brought out that fake spider from my drawer. Ha-ha. Who was laughing then?
Do you recall of the time you held me as I cried into your chest after fallout with my best friend? You were rubbing my back and whispering real sweet words into my ears. It made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. Actually, no, how you comforted me didn't. It was all you. You made me feel loved and wanted.
Just Like YouThe first thing he said was,Just Like You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You always wear long-sleeves
An obvious sign
He has experience
But with a glance at his arms and ankles,
He was scar-free
He looked me in the eye
Refused to drop my gaze
I was puzzled
But then he slowly pulled up his shirt
Criss-crossing his chest
His collar bone
Were marks of cold nights
Spent so alone
Couldn't help but stare in wonder
Whisper, "You're broken, too?"
As my stomach fluttered,
He replied, "Yeah, just like you."
newnessi should have been wholernewness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moon as it waxes
my breath as it wanes
blue in the night air,
i hope it spreads like wildfire.
i am writhing in my weak skin,
a dance like salt from the sea
in all its midnight shines.
i feel a strong beat
in my heart,
a deep breathing pulsing
in the cage of my chest.
it is like constellations,
my body, home.
it is like the whole house hums.
tonight is static electric.
if your body could talk,
it would tell you
it loves me
even if your heart doesn't.
Dogma: a sestinaDogma:Dogma: a sestina8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So we began, as was the world, from air,
So too, in the beginning, was the word.
We met as strangers, as in some ancient idyll,
Caught among an unexpected course:
Lives lighted with those soft, celestial rays
Our eyes, our lips, our tongues a hymn of praise.
And what cannot be thought enough in praise,
Those words oft-said, but spoken with an air
With which the mountains crumble; angels raise
Their voices from the veil, or Holy Word
Echoes from its pages, lauds its course
Unstable though it be, but seldom idle.
Then falling from your grace, my love, my idol
To whom this lonely soul kneels down and prays,
My soul, my heart for which the vessels course:
Vanish; water droplets to the air
Glimmering to the sky without a word
Forever lost among Apollos rays.
Thus night becomes my temple, mine to raise
A sanctuary, my self-serving idyll
Kept hidden from the sun, and every word
Locked safe inside my vault, for who can praise
Or worship great enough to fill the air,
To take the sp
missfirei think i want to fall in love,missfire5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rose petals from the moon
under a blanket of black night
no threats of the silence
writhing up my spine
to hide from your light.
when we catch fire again,
charcoal will soothe the burn,
run the red right out of the embers.
you mean more
than every streetlight in this city.
Lie to me and make it sweet.Lie to me and make it sweet.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie to me,
and make it sweet.
So that when you plunge,
the dagger into,
the emptiness of my soul,
and my blood curling scream echoes,
through the depths and hollows of your mind.
Your heart stops,
Your hands shake,
Your breath is nothing but a gasp,in the silence,
as you hear the last whisper of air,
leave my broken body.
You watch as I go still as what should have been a human life
Leave a broken body.
Little comfort will it bring that the lie was sweet.
Hold me close,
let the blood stain your hands.
Hold me close
let your tears wash them clean.
Hold me close and scream
As my face,
solemn and human,
grow cold and pale.
Your hands gentle and calm,
Your voice frantic s you realize I'm gone.
Cry no more my love,
As your rose withers away.
Cry no more my love,
I wasn't here to stay.
Cry no more my love,
At least now I'll be at peace.