LifeLife,Life8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what is it?
Its been said,
and it hurts.
The ones that lost a parent,
there heart was torn away....
What is she to do?
The one that changed to home schooling...
She has problems with friends.
Now she cant find any......
The one who's friends are now doing drugs,
There losing close friends......
They change to,
smoking and alcohol
The one that is alone most of the time.
He is only known mostly threw the net....
Other than that he's really unknown....
What's he to do?
The one that almost died.....
I don't have to say any more with this one.
They are in so much pain,
it hurts to think on.
i guess the question is.....
Why all this.
Will it end......
Will I or they live,
to see an other day?
Its way to hard!!!
It seems we are waiting to die.
Why, you ask your self,
the tear roles down your face.
Looking at the ground,
you never knew what you missed
A Word to the Socially Awkward(10/05/2011)A Word to the Socially Awkward4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
For some time I believe God has been meaning to open my eyes and help me realize a weakness of mine that need not be ignored but faced head-on, and He's been nudging me to get the guts to go out and share it. So here I am.
But first, allow me to explain it the slow way. I promise I'll make my point.
You know when you really want something? You ask that you can have it, right? A lot of us respond much like "I really want it. Please give it to me". When we pray, we're much like, "Dear God, I pray that I can have it. May you give it to me."
But you know what God's like? He's like this old proverb:
"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." ~ Unknown
So, instead of simply giving you what you want just like that, He decides that a better approach is to help you learn to get it. Bear in mind that I'm talking about things or goals that are human
Four tiny petalsFour tiny petalsFour tiny petals5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Escaped the yellow flower:
Butterfly took off.
bruised Hearts bindEmerging into cold distance,bruised Hearts bind7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
An abyss set before
Clothed in leaves, spattered.
Several wounded hearts
Bind as one.
Heartache, another pain,
Settled by the water,
leaves levitate above.
Light paints the dreary sky.
Pass and deceased,
the last petal falls.
Colder than rushing streams.
Beauty of The Call.
Rushing and swerving,
High above The tightrope.
Imagery a fallen angel.
a final toll. Death, the last chain.
Battered dreams and
A final waterfall,
the Painter's Eye,
a truthful Heart,
Bruised hearts bind.
Such Thriving Harmony...Life.Such Thriving Harmony...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Such a mass of pure life.
The Hunter was always surprised at the vast amount of life when she came down here, amazed at the swarming armies of plantlife and native fauna teeming just underneath Zebes' cracked and scarred surface. She was always inclined to believe, upon planetfall, that the Space Pirates had killed everything off with their relentless technology. And why would anyone ever think otherwise? Crateria was barren and dead, constantly awash with that steady drizzle of acid rain. It was all anyone ever saw on first glance. No one would believe that just under the surface teemed so much vigour, so much energy.
Sometimes the Hunter mused that the Chozo had taken the spark of life with them when they had left. They were always so close to that mystical life force that there was a good chance it was true. But then, on boarding that solemn elevator ride down to the underground forests of Brinstar, she realized that it was not true. The life had just crawled down further, awa
You Are MeYou began as any child would. Innocent, perfect, loving.You Are Me6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Things were at first a haze to you. Little details, some solid objects.
Then reality kicked in.
You find yourself cold in the world. Your life is pointless.
Till you begin your dreams and create your foundation.
So what's the problem, then?
Some reason, you have no dreams.
Only your nightmares.
You faced life like this for a year. To anybody else, it seems so short.
However, dangerous living has no warning time. In ten seconds,
I could've left.
There wasn't reason or idea for you, in that dim light of many days.
Now, as you sit in this holy construction of emotions and love,
Beside your friends that have shaped your life,
Listening to the music that raised your hopes,
Finding words of peace and wisdom from the teachers above,
You just wanna get out of your seat,
Fall to your knees on the altar,
Make yourself forgetI could call your nameMake yourself forget5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thousand times,
it'd still sound pretty
I could compare you
to a summer night;
you'd be star-watching
and the lights.
I could call you
made of porcelain-
I could call your name
a thousand times,
I would still love you
warmth to coldmy fingers are curled around yourswarmth to cold6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with our arms laying on an arm rest
in the movie theater.
it's a perfect moment,
warmth and content ideas
smothered in my head.
just focusing on your hand.
curves in your skin,
your palm is hotter
my fingers are cold to the touch,
but you didn't care
it's like we're opposites.
opposites attracting in one point.
i can't let go, not now.
it's too relaxing, too right.
fell in love with your touch.
colors of the skyonce i felt the sky turn colors.colors of the sky6 years ago in Other More Like This
how odd those words sound
but it's truthful.
when the soul wants change,
it grabs on to surroundings
and tries to sense unknown
people may call that
i call it that, too.
for all i know, this
could have been a dream.
yet, i wish it wasn't.
-from the confused, yet glad.
As One ThinksA dream is close to your very core.As One Thinks7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They never leave, but are believed to soar.
Sad truth is, you control them,
but others lie to you.
A dream is what you keep inside,
not imagination on the fly.
I once had a dream as well,
but I can't find it.
Basically, people tell me this:
Imagination is what makes dreams.
I thought that too, till I noticed
God makes your true dream.
If all is breathed by God,
If all is seen by God,
If we are made by God,
Shouldn't our dreams be the same?
An inspiration of God?
Pondering this as my feet hit the floor,
Confusion sweeping in.
Snow paddings below me.
Wonder in front of my face,
Yet I never notice.
Till I realized;
God is my dream,
God will always be my dream,
And Jesus is the leader in between.
whenwhen i was drowning,when5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i was blind,
when i was tripping,
when i was backsliding,
when i was screaming,
when i was tearing apart,
when all went wrong,
....i understood the purpose.
all the dreamershere lie the dreamers of reality and deathall the dreamers6 years ago in Open More Like This
where all men have been born into perfection,
yet they are born sleeping and cold.
neither the young or the experienced
have faced the truth of life,
only the dreams with which they strive.
their lives are utopian, for they live
in the only way they can; the way they want.
they don't face what is given.
they take what is believed.
so what are we, those of the other?
when life rushes through our beds,
we wake in a curl of shivered emotion.
retracting, losing patience and will.
we fall by the wayside like garbage.
our eyes are drying up like the water
from a dreaded storm upon ourselves.
tired we are, for we once could be dreamers.
and yet, nobody realizes who the dreamers
really are behind their unreachable illusion.
all men and women are given mirrors,
tall as the sky and wide as the sea.
we see what we are,
but we fear that it is true.
my attention did fallinto your eyesmy attention did fall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my attention did fall,
a depth of knitted blue thread
is all i notice in your eyes.
where the sense of an ocean
is abundant and well-strung,
the air becomes crisp
but like the waves
Poseidon had once sent,
through the deep blue i tread,
what i'll discover
in the current.
Missing..Thinking as I sat on my bedMissing..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing was making sense in my head
Yet when i looked outisde the sky was still blue
The grass was still green
Evryhting appeared the way it should be
Yet then i started coming up with conclusions
I was in my room
On my bed
What was i missing?
TeLassan libbenő lepke, lebegni mersz-e?Te3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mersz-e, ha kioldom fehér szárnyaim,
Vérünktől vöröslik a hófehér tájék;
Kacagva fagyunk meg e boldog órán még,
Vagy csillagokkal borítod életem?
Vagy inkább bőrömbe rajzolsz
Perzselve pusztító álmokat?
Holdtól pislákoló tájon,
Hol zizegve szökkennek az árnyak,
Énekelsz-e nekem? Velem?
Míg az árnyak ránk találnak?
Persze, hiszen ezért élünk,
Akkor jó, ha forr a vérünk,
És sikolyunktól hangos a táj.
Csobbanok a hűs patakban,
Szelíd vagyok vad szavakban,
És így sohasem fagy meg a nyár.
Kedves, kerge lepke, kergetni mersz-e?
Mersz-e, ha szívem adom cserébe,
2012. február 28., Budapest
Is God a Comedian?Is God a Comedian?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some people wonder whether God really has a sense of humor or not, even to the point of questioning whether it is wrong or not to laugh or joke. Is God really as serious as we make him out to be?
Here's how I see it...
As Paul quoted from poets, "We are His offspring" (ACTS 17:28). We, as God's creations, were created in God's image; thus, a number of traits are also inherited from our Creator. These inherited traits can range from talents to behaviors.
A lot of what we are able to do says a lot in itself about who we are. And some of these things may also clue us in to what God is like.
Here are some examples:
Look around and see the beauty of nature. Look at all the different kinds of animals, the many different plants, even the clouds in the sky. You're looking at God's artwork. So yes, God is an artist. What does that say about Him? It says that God is very creative. He expresses His creativity thro
Stuck In The MotionsHug meStuck In The Motions5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I'll hug you.
Whatever you want me to.
And I'll love you.
Whatever you want me to.
And I'll love you.
Whatever you want me to.
And I'll love you.
On loop of track number two.
I'm stuck in the motions,
Of commoted devotion.
Hug Me again.
With My EyesWhy do you hold on to this singular short-lasting miracle?With My Eyes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It won't save you.
It will make you feel as if you are special, but only for a moment.
Spike's New Lover Part 1Spike's New Lover Ch1Spike's New Lover Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was another typical day in Ponyville. All the ponies were doing their usual routine, Rainbow Dash was practicing new moves. Pinkie was about to plan a party. Fluttershy was with the animals. Applejack was Applebuckin. Twilight was doing her usual study time. Rarity was at her shop making dresses for others as usual.
Anyways, as the ponies were doing that, Spike was busy helping out Twilight as usual. He liked helping Twilight, she was his best friend after all. But Spike always had a huge crush on Rarity. Rarity always seemed to not notice it though. But today was the day Spike said to himself "I'm going to tell her my true feelings today."
"Spike, could you please pass me that book?" Twilight asked as usual.
Spike agreed and gave Twilight her book. Then he started talking about how he would confess his feelings for Rarity.
"I'm going to finally confess my feelings for Rarity," said Spike.
Twilight gave a puzzled look at her assistant, "Are you sure you want to
Pitter PatterRhymed words never sounded as sweetPitter Patter6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the rain's pitter patter at my feet.
In the mood to write a ballad
Or play a song
Hum a dream
Or right a wrong.
Falling into slumber
Never felt as sweet
As the rain gently danced
upon my feet.
Other's ShoesShoes of others areOther's Shoes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tough to follow in
and when I put on my brother's shoes,
they were rough.
There are little pebbles stuck in
and sand around the outside.
They're torn up from all the work
of an ongoing battle.
It's his personality I'm stepping into,
not just his shoes.
They're like him,
changing by the day,
but still the same item as before.
But if he stepped into my shoes,
his days would be of rest,
Although, there would be no work
for the non-idle hands.
It must be complicated for him
and I can't comprehend
that Iraq affects my brother's shoes.
Sally's SongSally's Song4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
no, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one
When You SingWhen you sing, your mind falls to pieces.When You Sing8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You voice becomes a melodious sound.
The night shakes at its very core.
Strings on harps burst forth in song.
Each beat a new tone brings up.
Sudden oblivion in the time's wake.
No longer kept track of in the moments.
Flies by with each strung rush of the fingers.
Voices join in the chorus of you,
Streaking skies with a different hue.
Bright orange, the edge red,
And a faded yellow on the seam.
As tones fade away back into never,
Thoughts come back forever.
Oblivion turns into a brand new moment,
And everything is anew once again.
-Thinking-Restless,-Thinking-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of only you.
How your hair feels intertwined in my fingers.
How your eyes look at me lovingly.
How your lips feel pressed upon my own.
I turn over and stare at the wall.
Another hour to sleep in.
Needless to say, I wont.
I think of the last time I spend with you.
How we held each others hands tight.
How we held each other tighter.
How it all felt.
I miss it.
The alarm goes off.
Time to get up.
The day begins.
School, work, home.
I talk of you almost nonstop.
I blush at the comments made by others.
Im in love.
Its time for bed.
Im tired, but cant sleep.
The cycle will continue.
Thinking of only you.