Objective Proof of GodIf I tossed a coin 2000 times and called it right every single time, what would you think?Objective Proof of God3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I can only imagine some of the things you would be thinking, but they would all stem from one rationalization: that what was happening defied logic.
To make sure we are on the same page, let me give you some quick facts about the Bible: The Bible was written over a span of about 1500 years (from 1445 BC to 95 AD) in 3 continents, in 3 languages, by 40 authors, and has 66 books. It's mostly a collection of letters written to churches. We can verify the dates of the books of the Bible through the efforts of historians, linguists, and archeologists.
" . . . a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. . . They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing." Psalm 22: 17-18
What event is this verse referring to? If you have a basic knowledge of Christianity, then you know this is talking about Jesus' crucifixion. If you
Something with tits in itSoporific, sublunary lassitudeSomething with tits in it11 years ago in Open More Like This
Pilfering roe, abed
Pinions, sprockets, fabulous vise
When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cast
dark shapes of water
to nourish the gardens springing forth
from the dirt's wrist like a eulogy for lost sky.
Morning doves sing because they see what we cannot:
the years between us laid out like miles and our feet
that never mark the reddened earth and
the passion-trees birthing flowers of such cold, untamed souls.
We are walking in the wombs of
To Change The WorldHuman beings, like all animals, fear change. We fear instant change even more.To Change The World5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
One must wonder WHY, seeing as how change is what makes the world go round, it cannot be stopped, it can only, in some cases, be contained, however briefly.
We change the world with every breath we take, with every thing that we do. It is unavoidable.
Now is where I begin to make a lot of sense, and where because of that, I irritate a lot of people.
"Organized religion", by it's very nature, is resistant to change, all major religions have at their heads people that at best are called "conservatives", or at times "fundamentalists". At their worst, they are known as "fanatics", and there is nothing more dangerous in this world than a religious fanatic, because they are filled with a "righteous fervor" that they feel excuses anything they do, as long as it is "in the name of God".
They fight to keep things as they are, all the while not realizing that everything they do causes the very change they fear.
My Love For YouMy Love for YouMy Love For You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once longed to meet you,
To finally get the courage to say a word.
My lips part and I say that word.
Now I have met you.
I once longed to know you,
To know you heart and dreams.
To know the way you longed for me too.
Now I know you.
I once longed to hear your voice,
You voice which calms me so.
The soft whisper of a secret wish.
Now I hear your voice.
I once longed for your touch,
The sweet, soft warmth of your hands,
The silent thought of romance.
Now I feel your touch.
I once longed for you,
To meet you and know you,
To hear you and feel you.
Now I have you.
Just one more dance,
Just one more song.
This time I won't let go,
This time I won't let go.
dixrwma matiaμε τη ματια καρφωμενη στο πατωμαdixrwma matia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
και τις αναπνοες της να συμβαδιζεουν με τον ηχο απο τους δειχτες του ρολογιου
ετοιμαζε τις αποσκευες των μικρων στιγμων ...
αυτες οι μικρες στιγμες που την εκαναν ν
The Man Who Sold the WorldOur meeting happened just as the song he would later write implied it did; we passed upon the stair.The Man Who Sold the World4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The minute he laid eyes on me, I could see that he knew that I was not entirely human. A fear flew behind his mismatched eyes (eyes that reminded me so much of Casimiro's own)- a fear I recognized reflected in the faces of my victims whose lives I had taken in the past. He had no just cause for alarm, however, as I was in no mood to kill- but I didn't expect him to realize this. To him I was a threat, and so I sought to remedy the situation by easing his fears.
"We're friends." I said. I had no other means of conveying how passive I was in that moment, and my choice of words clearly surprised the man. He would mention my odd choice of words later on in his song, and I can't help but shake my head every time I hear them pass.
His surprise gave way to confusion, and that in turn diluted into a weary form of relief, for he laughed and nodded gratefully- even going so far as to return the p
PTDOTP Chapter 4Hey, Patrick! I smiled weakly at Joes enthusiastic greeting. Boy, am I glad to see you again! I thought, after last time, that you werent coming back. Im glad to see that he didnt rattle you too badly.PTDOTP Chapter 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thanks, Joe, I said gratefully.
Jeez, dude, are you all right? he asked concernedly. You look like you havent slept in a week.
Im fine, I mumbled. I stayed up a little too late last night.
I can see that, he said, a faint touch of amusement in his voice. Come on, have some coffee before you go see Wentz.
Before I could protest, he led me off to a sort of faculty lounge, complete with coffee pot. I poured myself a Styrofoam cup of the steaming coffee, dumped in a packet of sugar, and started taking big, scalding gulps.
Looks like you needed that, Joe laughed as I downed the last of the coffee.
Yeah, I gasped, swallowing har
Sick River (Part 1 of 2)River Song was always the strong one, but what would the others do if she got sick?Sick River (Part 1 of 2)1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River took aim, wavered, her eyes rolled up and she passed out, falling over backward.
"River!" Rory just managed to catch her. He held her up, his hand went to her neck. "She's burning up!"
The aliens didn't stop firing at them, but with River no longer giving them covering fire, the bad guys were getting bold, advancing out from behind the barrels and bales that littered the smuggler's ship cluttered hallways.
They all ducked back behind the gold statue of "Freedom" which they had traced to this ship from the planet Kantaro, where it had been stolen. The smugglers were unwilling to risk melting the precious metal, which was the only thing keeping them safe at the moment.
"River?" Amy patted her cheeks with concern, giving her a harder smack when she didn't respond. Rory frowned at her, she frowned back. River wouldn't want to be unconscious if there was any alternative.
"Quick!" the Doctor said
Sick River (Part 2 of 2)River was always the strong one, but what would the others do if she got sick?Sick River (Part 2 of 2)1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River woke to find herself trapped behind the faceplate of a spacesuit.
Her heart kicked in terror. Her limbs were being controlled, walking, without her will. Her muscles screamed in agony as they flexed, endless, repetitive, the familiar burn of torturous training and conditioning.
The Doctor’s face appeared before her, wavery and distorted.
“No! Run!” she screamed, even as the spacesuit arms raised toward him. “It will kill you!”
She immediately started trying to dump the weapons power systems, reroute the energy, retarget, anything. She started tearing at the suit, hearts pounding, mind screaming.
She had to get OUT!
“No! River! River, listen to me!” The Doctor held his hands out to her, hearing the monitors whine as
SasoDei- Home Sweet Home 1SasoDei Home Sweet HomeSasoDei- Home Sweet Home 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 1 of 2
A Commission for SweetMellany2008
The blonde looked up at the large old house, silently wondering to himself why it had been so goddamn cheap. "Well, I guess this is 'Home Sweet Home', un " He gazed around at the street surrounding the place, giving a slight frown. The neighbourhood seemed to be alright, surely not bad enough to make someone sell their home so cheaply . The house was old and wooden, giving an air of mystery about it. The lawn was overgrown, and tattered curtains waved at the blonde behind dirty windows. The once white paint was weatherworn and had been mostly chipped away, revealing the murky brown from behind its disguise. Pickets from the fence which surrounded the domain were missing in uneven numbers, and dead rose bushes around the base were nothing but thickets of thorns. A crow sat atop the large brick stem which rose up from the first floor, to the second, and transcending the roof, revealing that th
You should...Put your misery into stiches.You should...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Engrave your wounds on the wall.
Walk away from pain
Eventhough you turn your shoulder to look back
Feel your freedom coming
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You should escape long ago
Finally you know
You knew it all this time
It was not worth the efford
You are not a God to ressurect
No more heroic deeds
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You will find something else
Brighter than before
Heavy Metal(title: Heavy Metal)Heavy Metal8 years ago in Open More Like This
it absorbs the blood in which my veins drip out
I just listen to music and let my soul shout
It takes every sad moment and fills it with rage
because lyrics are written every word on the page
I listen to metal because it frees my pain
it says how i feel...the words i cannot explain.
Real Heroes Don't Sparkle About three things I was absolutely positive.Real Heroes Don't Sparkle3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him-and I didn't know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with
"Agent Hill, what are you reading?"
"Oh," the dark-haired woman blushed deeply, tucking the book under some unfinished paperwork on her desk. "It's one of those vampire romance novels. I, uh, wanted to see what all the fuss was about."
"This is pretty well-worn," Coulson remarked, picking it up and observing the battered spine. "Hardly a first-time read." He smiled at his coworker and tossed it back onto the table. Hill opened her mouth to respond, fumbling for words, but was saved by the merciful entrance of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.
"Hey, Agent Phil," the billionaire playboy and owner of the tower that housed their temporary onsite S.H.I.E.L.D. offices called over as he offhandedly crumpled an unread business report and tossed
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
Linkin ParkLinkin Park rocks your socks,Linkin Park8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Inside and outside the box.
Anyone who thinks otherwise,
Should just say their goodbyes.
For if they dont like Linkin Park,
They will die and be somewhere dark.
This poem says it all,
Now lets get a Linkin Park CD at the mall!!
This poem is kinda gay,
Maybe I'll write a good one some day!
Gorillaz - Emotions ch 2Cyborg Noodle looked at 2D for a while. It felt like hours for 2D. He wasn't used to Cyborg Noodle in anyway. She never did anything else then only keep an eye on him. He always thought that she would hit him or anything like that if he went near her and that's why he always tried to stay out of her way. Murdoc only laughed when 2D backed away from the Cyborg in fear. But that was because he was scared of her. Even if she looked like Noodle she was still a killer machine. But right now when 2D saw the Cyborg acted this gentle to him he felt like he could relax. Maybe she wasn't going to hurt him at all. But he didn't want to thrust her to 100 percent. She maybe acted like this for a strange reason. Maybe Murdoc had told her to do it and then she would hurt him. 2D shook his head and tried to get rid of all those thoughts in his head. It gave him headache. He noticed that Cyborg Noodles hand were still on his knee. She didn't remove it.Gorillaz - Emotions ch 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cyborg: I want to know
2D: A-about wha
PAtD - Another Day"So, Ry... those 'pornfics' you mentioned a while back..."PAtD - Another Day8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't bring that up. Not now."
"Aw, why not?"
"Not exactly what I want to think about when I'm cuddling innocently with my best friend."
"No, seriously though, where are they?"
"Why do you want to know? What are you going to do, read them?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I'm just curious."
"Well, Brendon, just your luck, I have no clue. A friend told me about them."
"Why do you want to read them so bad?"
"I just feel like it, okay?"
"Says the man lying in my arms."
"Hey, wait, where are you going?"
"I don't want to cuddle with you anymore."
"Bren? BREN. STOP IT."
"Aww. I don't wanna."
"You ARE gay."
"Maybe. Who cares?"
"I care. Stop feeling me up."
Just another day on the tour bus...
Bottled UpThere is so much to considerBottled Up10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When pouring a glass of wine:
The meniscal kiss
Curving into the bowl:
promise of lips stained
with a blush that is
anything but bashful.
The size of the glass,
length of the stem,
and how will he hold his drink?
Will he have the lasting power of
The first sip have
a dry or sweet finish?
Will the evening bubble
Or conversation wane,
fermenting past its prime
into a vinegar of stained carpet
or the clang of a broken glass
on a hardwood floor?
MachinesMACHINESMachines6 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes people remind
me of machines.
They go about calling
facts of the task at hand
to mind in bleak
We condone convention
to panegyric oaths
mouthed in boredom
by shameless shamans.
"Thanks for a job jolly
well done," becomes our epitaph,
and the joke of history
is, "I think
I . . . huh?"