A Bucket Of WaterI confessA Bucket Of Water4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have killed
Not for self preservation
I have killed with hate in my heart
And I did so with cruelty
There is a dark place within
A monster in my heart
that still stirs
I wonder if it will ever heal
The scar that's deep
A piece of shrapnel
We love as we have been loved
I do not love very well
I remember that poor little life
How I cursed it
Breathed life into it
Nursed it back to health
Only to terrorize some more
Is this what the ancients gods demanded
So easy to sacrifice the innocent and the harmless
Are the gods so twisted and lonely inside
That they demand such things
At least I have the nerve to do it myself
I own my sins
Those big blue eyes staring up at me
Too scared to beg me to stop
Not that it could
Death by dehydration
someone had done the same to me
long before I could destroy
I'm So Gladwhen i hear your voiceI'm So Glad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my ears begin to ring
with all the little words and phrases
i'm so glad i didn't say
maybe it's a little cold of me
to never look you in the eyes
but, i can't be that girl again
i'm so glad you didn't stay
Shattered GirlBrushing her hair, she stares at the moonlightShattered Girl4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eagerly waiting for her love to call.
Tells herself everything will be alright
As she takes refuge inside of it all.
The nights drift by, the pain she cannot take
She wears the mask that fools all the rest.
Breathing nervously her legs start to shake
Holding the phone up close to her chest.
Her smiles resemble a wilted rose
Showing beauty and sadness in one.
Her parents suspect, her suffering shows
Fearing that it's only begun.
Down the hall she discovers the nightmare
Catches her love with a girl intertwined.
Clutching the wall, she falls apart right there
Becoming shattered both body and mind.
The phone it rings and sparks her attention
She hears the words no girl can mistake.
He tells her that she lost his affection
She then pray the lord her soul to take.
Her eyes they pour like fountains of sorrow
Mascara runs down the slopes of her cheeks.
No will tonight, no dawn for tomorrow
Frigidly trembling on tear stained bed sheets.
Overdose and Romance."Hold me close,Overdose and Romance.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'll swear to never take another dose."
Those words left her lips
and danced through my ears some time ago.
Old memories of her creep into my head.
Her once bright smile,
now a grim frown filled with rot.
Her once oceanic eyes,
now a desert filled with cracks.
I wish I could have believed those words,
but I thought they were just a tainted promise.
The smell of her,
once of plums, now of addiction and death.
All she cared for were fake crystals;
never for much more,
I should have held her close.
I should have believed her.
But I did not,
and now she is dead from overdose.
"Do not fear my dear,
for I am soon near."
These are my final words I say,
and as I raise the gun to my head,
I smile with glee.
For I know I will soon hold her close.
WillowHer hair is like the rootsWillow4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Which is suiting?
Since her name is Willo
And for most of the night
She kept me firmly in one place
Held me firm
In that little red basement on the east side
The fire burned outside
But the heat came from her
Shifting and changing color
Silver eyes and red lips
This earth child
She sang a song and pushed some keys
With sensuality of a burlesque dancer
And like the forest creature she was
She disappeared consumed by the shadows of trees
And suburban homes
The messenger of some fairy queen
Sent to lend me courage
The Hypocrisy of AtheismI speak purely from my own experiences.The Hypocrisy of Atheism3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I have atheists complain about my "How I Know God Exists" journal. They tell me they are offended by it. Yet when I do my own research on their profiles, they have journals talking about atheism being the only correct belief.
I have atheists complain about Christian signatures, stamps, and deviations. Yet they have faved or created their own in support of atheism.
I have atheists complain to me, saying they don't like me talking about God and telling them about Him. They don't want to be converted. Yet they also spend their time trying to convince me that atheism is right and I see them talking to others and trying to convert them to atheism.
I have atheists tell me that Christians are rude and mean. Yet I've only had atheists cuss me out, personally insult me, give me condescension, quite literally stalk me around DA, give me links to pornography, and bombard me with vulgar sexual comments.
I cannot count the times atheists complain that Christi
Memoirs of a SoldierLife and Death,Memoirs of a Soldier3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War and Peace,
These are things you live,
Bullets and Bombs,
Death and Dying,
These are things that you see,
With orders to follow,
With blood in your eyes,
You charge into battle,
To defy demise,
Waiting for a signal,
Taut as a wire,
Thinking of home,
Such a desire,
Away from this nightmare,
Away from the war,
Away from this blood,
Away from this gore,
The comforts of home,
No dread of dying,
A place of peace,
Where people are smiling,
If I had a choice,
I would leave right now,
But I took an oath,
I made a vow,
So I am destined here,
Until I die,
The most precious part,
Is that I said good bye.
InsanitySomething deep inside of me is dying to be released; something powerful and strong; the opposite of me. It is struggling in wait; pulling at its chains, desperately seeking fresh blood. Oh, how I can't stand the pain it is causing! It has been locked up for so long; too long! Its claws dig fast into my soul ripping away at me; tearing at my every emotion; leaving nothing behind. Each growl rattles my mind; each breath turns me cold; cold to the core. The chains are straining against its strength; each pull weakening the link. Not long now. I can feel it. The beast gives a roar of rage; rage against the world; against the people in it. Let me free! Let me free! My heart drums frantically inside its bony prison; my pupils dilate automatically and my hairs stand on end. Something inside has cracked.Insanity5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The One I loveO Lord, You are clothed in beauty, glory and majesty.The One I love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your smile is the sunshine lighting up the world.
Your voice is the sound of waves on the shore.
Your laughter is the loveliest of music.
Your footsteps are heralds of peace.
Your hands are instruments of healing.
Your mind is the source of wisdom.
Your heart is the wellspring from which all love flows.
Your arms are my safe haven.
By Your side is where I long to be.
Your love is my strength.
Your presence is the only place where there is joy.
You are a blanket giving warmth and security
You are the rain giving freshness and life
You are the sun giving light and hope
You are all that was missing in my life before
You are the One I love
MayflyIt's a nudge from the Naiad orbiter that brings me fully to my senses, and, instinctively, I find myself checking my systems. Power from her solar panels quickly floods my own circuits, and I flex instruments and senses that feel like they've been dormant for all too long. Which they have, of course.Mayfly5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wakey, wakey," the Naiad's saying, as I burn through the reports and telemetry my body's feeding me.
Some of my instruments have iced-up, I realise. But that's a minor concern. Everything else is sound.
"Are we there yet?" I reply.
"We are indeed."
"Mayfly, this is control. " The signal's peppered with static, and I quickly adjust for the Doppler Shift.
"Control," I reply. "My IRR lens has iced, but all other systems are go. Telemetry is online." And then I wait. If I had fingers, I'd be drumming them.
I count the seconds as they pass, calculating the signal lag as I do.
"Roger, Mayfly. Your telemetry is good. "
Right on cue.
"Mission is go. "
I'm Calling YouI'm Calling You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Behold, I stand at the gate and knock." (Apoc. 3:20)
Out of all that I might ask
I'm calling out thee
And yet you still hesitated
To come follow me
To your sacrifices I'll repay
The big and the small
Forgotten are none in Heaven's count
Where I will judge them all
With me, I will make the burden light
My arms a bondage sweet
That will warm thy heart
And bring swiftness to thy feet
Give all your will to me
With me, live for evermore
Every sacrifice you make
My heart, it'll store
And when life comes to an end
With you I'll keep my tryst
In the court of heaven, you'll be called
A chosen one of Christ
The End is so WonderfulThe End is so Wonderful4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The End is so Wonderful!
Have you ever read a really good book, or perhaps now days, played a really superb video game, and you disparately want to know how it ends yet paradoxically you don't want it to ever end? You are enjoying the journey of the story so much that you immerse yourself in it; eagerly awaiting each twist and turn of the plot to the climatic satisfying conclusion.
That's the way the life with Jesus is like. When you are trusting in Him, life can be an adventure, because He is in charge and you do not always know where the will of God is leading you. We find the more we trust and not worry and plan things out for ourselves, the more surprised we are at what God offers in this life; people who come into our lives who, either we have something to offer or/and, they to us; new ways to glorify God with our lives and our talents; deeper levels to grow in the Faith of Jesus Christ.
We know the ending too! We have the promise that we are saved through th
AbhorredWoke up this morningAbhorred4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To strange men in my room
The noises that they made
Pushed out the echoes of you
Deleted you from my memory
She cries, indeed
Sing songs I'll never hear
Didn't mean to impede
The moon is young, the night is cold
The tears stained on my face
I do not worry, I keep my head
I know a secret place
Let's pick blackberries tonight
I hear they're nice and fresh
I'll savor them tomorrow
After they stain my flesh
Some of them are hard to reach
I stick my arm through a dangerous branch
The berry juice runs down my leg
I don't want it to be stanched
The berries are juicy
Metallically sting my tongue
I don't dare to go back yet
The night is still so young
I don't know how to stop
I have no control
I'll eat berries forever
They fill up my soul
I no longer remember
Why I came here tonight
The berry juice stings my arm
And yet it feels so right
Words appear from the juice now
Ones that I can't define
I am abhorred now
Left with a berry vine
One Little SheepOne of His sheep thought He wasn't looking. And He knew how this one little sheep could be. He was headstrong and rebellious. He believed it could do anything by itself, that it could do no wrong.One Little Sheep4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He watched as the sheep tried to unlatched the hook. After much difficulty, he finally succeeded and wandered off. Jesus stared at him; His eyes never left. He gripped His staff and quietly followed him. The rest of the sheep slept in the green pastures, the stars as their nightlight.
The sheep successfully jumped over rocks, over broken bridges, over small gaps. When he turned around and saw Jesus slowly following him, he panicked. He ran as fast as he could because he knew...once Jesus caught him...he was in...deep trouble.
The sheep pushed his own physical limits. He was breathing rapidly, gasping for a little bit of air.
Jesus watched this and grew concerned. He didn't want to scare His Own. He didn't want to make His Own wander farther from Himself.
So He stopped. He watched as the littl
We Are All Star Stuff.SILVER: Did you know? Everything is made of stardust.We Are All Star Stuff.4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
SILVER: (POINTS AT THE SKY) All the molecules and everything we're made of comes from stars.
CHARLIE: (LIGHTING A CIGARETTE) You're stupid.
SILVER: I'm not. it's the truth.
CHARLIE: (LAUGHS AND RUFFLES SILVER'S HAIR) Sure. Then how'd it get here?
SILVER: (PULLS AWAY, SHRUGS) I dunno.
SILVER: But don't you think it's just kind of a romantic thought? We're all made of little bits of stars. Isn't that cool?
CHARLIE: I guess.
SILVER: (PULLS A MUFFIN OUT OF HIS BACKPACK) This muffin is made of stardust too!
CHARLIE: Are you just pretending to be stupid or do you actually believe that muffins are made of stardust?
RORY: (WALKING UP) What was that? Muffins are made of what?
CHARLIE: Shut up. Hi Rory.
RORY: (LAUGHS, SITS NEXT TO CHARLIE, WHO SCOOTS AWAY) Hey. It's true, though. I learned it last year. Atoms are made in stars.
CHARLIE: Bull. Stars are, like, a million light years away. How do at
Expos-EDExpos-EDExpos-ED8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lets see over the shoulder, thick over thin, wrap the thick, run the loop, pull, straighten.
Usually such a procedure delighted Eddward to no end, but not tonight. Not under this circumstance.
Dolefully, he straightened his tie and took a good look at himself in the full-sized mirror in front of him. He was dolled up in a straight white suit, so bright in its whiteness it nearly blinded him. Despite the time he spent to make it look as neat and clean as humanly possible, he was less than confident in his appearance. The blazer was obviously too big, the cuffs hanging past his wrists, and for all he knew, his argyle-patterned tie couldve been completely clashing with the striped shirt underneath. Hopefully no one would notice.
With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the mirror to face the over-stimulation that was his best friends room, from the shag carpet to the disco ball glit
PhoenixPhoenix4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bandaid covers up the bullet hole
So much for having a bullet-proof soul
The bullet burned through me
Ignored every artery
Buried itself into my soul
The poison, it spread through every cell
My life felt like a living hell
My skin wanted to crack and peel off
My mind wanted to pass away from blood loss
Part of me died
When people began to ask, I lied
I put on a façade
And my true self began to hide
But in order for a phoenix to be truly beautiful
It has to die
Destroy itself completely, when it's no longer useful
Be reborn, start a new
It took awhile
But I walked the long mile
And I won't go back
This is what I choose
If I DiedIf I DiedIf I Died4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I died, if I didn't exist,
Would you feel pain, would you feel bliss,
Would the heavens cry or the demons sing,
Would you feel the burn, would you feel the sting,
Would the lies be truth, would content become regret,
Would you remember me, would you forget,
Would you fall to your knees, would you begin to cry,
Would you ever be able to say goodbye
I want you to hurt; I want you to grieve,
I want you to stay and never leave,
Miss me, want me, never let go,
Your happiness, your joy, to me you owe,
As I ready to mount the reaper's horse,
I want you to bathe in everlasting remorse,
May your heart bleed, may the wound never heal,
May you pray, beg, and wish for one last feel,
A good thing is gone; you did not treat me well,
My desires, your denial, I'll see you in hell
This is us...This is me, not caring what you think.This is us...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is you, trying to tear me down.
This is me, sticking my fingers in my ears.
This is you, screaming so I'll still hear.
This is me, keeping a straight face.
This is you, trying to fill me with doubt.
This is me, telling you I don't care.
This is you, knowing that I do.
This is me, crying myself to sleep.
This is you, feeling more alone than ever.
This is me, finally crumbling down.
This is you, not so tough after all.
London Bridge is Falling DownIt is one o'clockLondon Bridge is Falling Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have been playing Jenga
For two years, eight months
Twenty-three days, four hours
And approximately fifteen
I slide books from their slots
One by one, the teetering tower
Becoming more teetering
And less towering.
All the poetry books are gone,
Stored underneath my bed,
Because I love reading them at
Three thirty in the afternoon,
When everyone is doing something
One day the wall of books
Will topple to the ground,
Onto my ashen carpet, for yesterday
The apocalypse had taken place
While I was washing dishes.
I guess I missed it, but luckily
The book tower is still standing,
And it will continue to be there
Until I make a mistake and all of it
Erupts into a shower of finality and fire and
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.One Chance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding
Anyone else have this problem?11:00pm, just out of the shower, dry off, check email, turn off lights . OH GOD WHAT'S THAT!!!! *panicked freeze* Oh, it's just my desk chair. It looks very menacing in the dark. Fuck you, desk chair. *Kick menacing, shadowy desk chair, start peeling back the bed sheets, get more and more afraid every second I'm not buried under the covers, don't care if it's too hot, must get under magical blanket shield. Build pillow fortress around me to keep out the monsters* What's that? What is that!? WHAT IS THAT!? OH GOD IT'S MOVING!!!! because it's my own foot. Derp. Get a grip Bobbie Jean, you're an adult for fuck's sake. There is nothing to be afraid of. *Make sure feet are tucked in anyway. ~brrsshhh~ WHAT WAS THAT NOISE!?!?! *panic-freeze* ~brrssshhhh~ hide under covers* OH GOD SOMETHING IS TOUCHING ME!!! SOMETHING IS TOUCHING ME!!! *flail-panic, catapults family cat across the room* .Sorry, Bilbo. *Try not to think of scary things*Anyone else have this problem?4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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A Perished Love.A Perished Love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If love was exchangable,
I would do so with your love
in a second without
h e s i t a t i o n .
Who would want such a
false sense of admiration,
you breathe into my ears.
But now I wonder,
can you love, do you have it
inside of you to do so?
Or maybe your heart
has shriveled and perished
Never to be touched by
any soul again.
Perhaps it is isolation
you seek since you are
So high up
in your kingdom.
Then it shall be
s o l i t u d e
that befriends you
in this god forsaken world.
For I have given up
on this love
that perhaps never was
or ever happened.
A love song to Erika."Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,A love song to Erika.4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Now it seems they've come to stay, yes I believe in yesterday..."
Yesterday there was just you and me in so many ways,
we were young and it felt so right,
staying up and talking all night,
just sitting their listening to weezer and continuing to get high.
We thought we were losers,
and we had no life,
but sitting in that smoke filled room just felt like we were in the RIGHT place,
at exactly the RIGHT time,
when the stars allign and I look over in a dream like haze,
and realized that your eye's twinkled with every star from that lunar allignment,
and you can finally see what you meant to me.
Girl can't you see what you do to me,
I love you more than anything and to be frank you can do a lot better than me,
yet you choose to allow me to anchor you down and hold you back,
yet you still look at me as if I saved you from some random attack from bandits,
or a barrage of fists from some abusive prick.
All that im trying to say is how much I care