Abba, Father...Abba, Father...10 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!
The Blood of BrothersThe Blood of BrothersThe Blood of Brothers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Ariel D
Description: What does it mean to be brothers? Gaara didn't used to consider Kankuro his brother, but their relationship has slowly changed. Can they cement their bond? Set post Shippuuden ep. 32.
Disclaimer: Gaara and the Naruto-verse are copyrighted by Masashi Kishimoto and Weekly Shonen Jump. I am making no profit; this is just for fun.
A/N: Not YAOI. Very much an exploration of brotherly love. As this is my first Naruto fanfic, be patient with me as I delve into their relationship, and I promise to give you guys my best.
Chapter One: A Smile
At first, Gaara noticed a tiny change he couldn't explain. It happened a week after he'd been returned to life by Elder Chiyo. Even with Shukaku gone, Gaara had not been able to bring himself to sleep, so he spent his nights catching up on paperwork he missed du
_Cipher__Cipher_10 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
by: Vanessa Mason
[section 2.0 / version 2.1]
I / O
to find your mind
in cybernetic binds
with point(.) and line(-)
in code and sign
You find your body left behind.
a symbol, a cipher
a code of opposites
in this transcendental space
base instincts find themselves replaced
or superseded by the interface
from flesh and float
the graphic stimulus
is face to face in case
you need to pray
to the human race
it's closer than you'll ever get
your body sleeps
in semiotic dreams
from your self
you have become
you have been
Could it be true? Chapter 1Could it be true? Chapter 14 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
Frankie The Latte Boy. Ferard.8:11Am. Wednesday.Frankie The Latte Boy. Ferard.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard peeks his head from an advertisement sign in Starbucks as always. He does this 6 days a week. Everyday the Latte Boy as Gerard calls him, works. The boy glances at Gerard briefly and Gerard hides behind the sign again. Gerard slowly walks over and gives a small smile. The boy smiles and says, How are you? In a tone saying I hate my job. Save me. Like a robot. But Gerards heart grows wings.
A double latte please. As usual. The boy gives him the Double Latte and Gerard stalks out of Starbucks.
So again Gerard hides behind the same sign. He sighs and grabs all of the very little courage he has and decides to meet the boy. In a proper formal way. When Gerard goes over to the counter the boy smiles and says, How are you? And pulled out a double latte. It caught Gerard off guard; he remembered Gerards order.
Fine and my names Gerard. And the boy softly answere
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 Remember4 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
SUJU Valentine's Day.Valentine's DaySUJU Valentine's Day.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the oh-so magnificent Valentine's day. Where love is just as boastful as ever. Just like the love in the Super Junior dorms
Henry had woken up Valentine's day to a familiar smell. Like a dog, he wiggled out of bed, putting on whatever shirt he found and trolled down the hallway. He heard Chinese from the kitchen and rubbed his eyes like a little child as he walked into the room.
Zhou Mi smiled, "you're awake early."
"I smelled food," Henry spoke.
"I thought you would."
"What are you making?" He ambled over like a little penguin behind Zhou Mi, wrapping his arms around the thin man.
"Go sit down and you'll see. And no peaking!" Zhou Mi warned.
"Fine," Henry whispered, sitting at the island. His eyes were still a little heavy but the smell woke him up, trying desperately to recall the smell but
The DifferenceSorry I know theThe Difference4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
difference between loving
girls and loving boys
and not loving boys
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.Skin4 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
LoveThis emotion,Love4 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.
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 fiction4 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
I Get Mad."I get mad." she saysI Get Mad.4 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
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion4 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
AdieuStrangling myself with this silence,Adieu2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one rung closer
with every little death descending deeper
into Gehenna's bowels,
brandishing a soul through drawn eyes
and watching it all burn.
A plea for deliverance
stretches thin over this thrust
my masochist thirst insists.
If asphyxia is Heaven,
my throat is the horizon.
You can't sever midnight sky from sea,
the black from the blue.
Rolling back on my spine serpentine grande,
I at last experience revelation.
To dream in grayscale and melancholy
is to never suffer disappointment
at the hands of Life's disastrous folly.
I feast upon the fruit of despair
its seed binding me like Persephone
to Hades' throne.
If I die before I wake,
I need not pray no more.
There was a time when songs rang out on high
in glorious appraisal
for lettings of blood, conflagration
of flesh and bone.
Every man was equal under the Gods' gaze,
gaining favor through slaughter.
I see priests eviscerate the sheep,
I see flames 'round the martyr creep.
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 Everything3 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
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 Voice3 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
Crayon-Box WorldThe world was bored in monotoneCrayon-Box World7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and colored black and white
My life slipped right by me
until you set it right
You brought your crayons with you
You colored in my life
A masterpiece in colored wax
My world had no more strife
With no regard for thick black lines
You scribbled as you pleased
Although it wasn't Vince van Gogh
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 Pasta4 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
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 It4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
missfirei think i want to fall in love,missfire4 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.