Ballad of the SaintsBallad of the Saints3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You tore off my wings
And gave me the cross.
An uneven trade for living.
Trade freedom for a burden.
What's the fairness in that?
Thus begins the march.
The march to Calvary.
Where I will be crucified with my Lord.
Thus begins the march.
The march to death on earth
But new life in Christ.
You act as the Roman.
I am the criminal,
Yet I have committed no wrong.
You increase my burden with your words
And whip me with your sharp tongue.
You place a thorny crown of martyrdom on my head.
And beat me with the reed of the dead.
Then hang me on the tree of salvation.
Sweet, sweet salvation.
It hurts to be saved,
But this is the cross I must bear.
I have to show the Christ I care.
Dying on the tree.
An honor of great suffering.
Novena Reminder I.C. Day 2Novena in Honor of the Immaculate ConceptionNovena Reminder I.C. Day 22 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starting November 30 and ending December 8, the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception
First, recite the Prayer to the Immaculate Conception.
PRAYER TO THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION
O God, who by the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary,
did prepare a worthy dwelling place for Your Son,
we beseech You that, as by the foreseen death of this, Your Son,
You did preserve Her from all stain, so too You would permit us, purified through Her intercession, to come unto You. Through the same Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You
in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end. Amen.
DAY TWO O Mary, ever blessed Virgin, Mother of God, Queen of angels and of saints,
we salute you with the most profound veneration and filial devotion as we contemplate your holy Immaculate Conception. We th
Bella's StoryBella's Story1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We all know that feeling. That connection you get when a puppy looks at you and you know he's yours forever. We all know it's not easy training them to be house broken, non-destructive, and all of the other classic 'underlines' of owning them from puppyhood to a full grown dog.
This story is about the most difficult, obnoxious, destructive, loudest, and over-exited dog I ever owned. And by far my favorite.
Her name was 'Bella'. Her previous owner named her after the lead character in the story 'Twilight'. I, personally never liked the character in the least but I felt this dog had enough taken from her and should at least keep her name, which meant 'Beautiful'. And she was; she truly was gorgeous. They bought her, feeling they needed a big power breed for status. A Rottweiler.
When I met her, she was about three months old and was hit on a daily basis for having 'mistakes' on the floor, while the owners went out. I'm sure if you've ever owned a puppy, you know accidents are inevitable.
My Best FriendFor LizzyMy Best Friend8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My best friend doesn’t fit the general expectations
My best friend looks a bit different from the rest
She has gorgeous red hair
She has eyes of a different pair.
One is brown and one is blue.
And with her big pink tongue she shows how much she loves you
An arrow rises from between her brow.
With two fluffy ears that stand so tall
She has four strong legs and can run every mile.
A fuzzy red tail with a precious white tip
And I must say there has never been a meal that I’ve seen her skip
My best friend is always there
She always gives me total love and care
We run and play
She can turn the night into day
And for some reason now, I’m sending my friend away
She needs more than what I can give
She needs a safer place where she can live
I can’t have my friend here by my side
I’ve been alone all these nights I have cried
But for friends such as she
Love is what she deserves from me.
So this is why I let her go
But still my best friend will always be,
A Dream of FlightA Dream of Flight9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am alone on the cliff top. I can smell the salt spray of the sea below; hear the cry of the swooping gulls. I am alone and I am naked. The vast expanse of coast stretches from horizon to horizon. The sky is so blue and the sea so dark. I feel wet grass between my toes and look down from on high at the faraway beach. I am a woman. My body is lithe and beautiful. One wing juts from my right shoulder, its soft downy feathers caress my back. I flex my wing and long for the sky.
I am not alone. I do not know how I know this, but it comes to me like a wave breaking on the shore. I turn to my left and see him there watching me, eyes like the calm after a storm. He too is naked, a wing arcing from his left shoulder. I do not know how he got so close without my noticing. I feel a slight tingle of fear. He smiles reassuringly and holds out his hand. There is a moment of uncertainty, but it is overcome. I trust him.
The feeling of my hand in his is a palpable warmth that rises from my finger ti
MemoriesThe wagonMemories11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I start my long journey with a lone wagon, only with the help of my family to get me started and I go alone into the world. As I go I meet people, let them ride, let them pick up souvenirs and hold their luggage.
As time goes by they either get to their stop or want off the wagon, but they always leave their luggage and memories behind. As more people get off the wagon wears down from the weight of the memories and luggage.
It gets harder to let people on as the wagon has so much already on it. The wagon gets worn down as I do. Growing slower from the memories of people past make the wheels grind from the weight and slows.
People try to get rid of the old luggage and memories but they always return. The more that get off the wagon the harder it is to get where I'm going.
People come…. People go….. but the memories are always within the very wood of the wagon……
Say, Punch a heartSay, Punch a heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They said I knew how to punch a heart.
I guess that's true.
With my words people see the truth.
I can make people open their eyes.
I say things that make people cry or make them happy.
They said I do punch the heart.
Make them ache and melt away.
Turn glass to water.
Water to fire, or ice
I don't understand how just yet.
They said, they don't get how I don't know.
Turning hard hearts to mush.
Mush hearts or heart broken to diamonds!
I say. Oh I say.
That I am blind.
That I am deaf to things.
That Ican be forgetten with ease.
But will not forget.
A Way Back HomeThere was a prayer and a wayA Way Back Home1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and upon it, light
where a darkness stained
were a darkness strayed
where a darkness stayed
and in the essence of that light,
was a curse as dark as gold-
that night was grey
a silent grey
as sacred as it was old,
and it was cold as stone.
There was a stone that tried-
the stone that died-
to be harder than stone
then harder than steel,
then harder even than bone.
A man became steel-
he was harder than steel-
who became something else,
for what he once was
he could no longer be,
he could no longer say what he felt.
For a man to be steel
is to be yet unreal,
for steel cannot be what man is
so it broke
and he broke:
steel then no longer
but something much stronger,
he became something else.
There is a prayer and a way
a way to be stronger
than hard steel or stone
a way to be broken and yet whole-
tears and laughter-
but hope is the heart of it all
stronger than iron or bone
harder than both steel an
Sadness..SADNESS:Sadness..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sadness creeps along in your soul
devouring your happiness before it appears
sadness consumes your life and mind
making you blind to everything else
sadness rips through our joy
it brings on floods of tears
if you have the will
you can kick sadness in the butt
make it crawl into the hole where it came from
leaving you alone for days to come
this is how i feel sometimes but if i can you can break through the barrier that blocks you off from joy
Watch... It happened one day while the air was chillled by the crisp,cold fall air. Fall air carelessly wisping around the sky and me not knowing what as going to happen later that day. Hi my name is Lucy and I am 16 and this is the story of how I died. got up from my slumber at 6:30 in the morning to go to school. My hair was like a rat's nest with all of my golden curls in knots. I groggily stood up and felt around wirth my eyes half closed searching for my dresser. When i found it i slide open a drawer a grabbed my hairbrush. I swiped it through my hair a few times making sure all the tangles were out and replaced it back in my drawer. I slugged over to my closet and picked out a few clothes and tugged them on. I went back over to my dresser and opened a drawer close to the top and pulled out my make-up bag. I put on some decent make-up fit for school and brushed my hair again this time putting a clip in my hair so my short, cut bangs wouldn't get iWatch...1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Another quoteLife is a rollercoaster, we just have to enjoy the ride's ups and downs.Another quote11 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
DismalWrinkled flower, yellowed leaves.Dismal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through the air, its misery weaves.
Out the window, no sun shines.
On the streets stand mossy signs.
Through the trees, the clouds may part,
To show a world so far apart,
But it only glows a dimming light,
And only grey is in the sight.
The storm, though but a shallow stream,
Adds much misery to the scene.
In the air sing lonely birds,
With sad sad songs and empty words.
We are here in this dismal world,
As the sad story of life unfurled.
Then, at last, we go out the door,
We think, is this what we're living for?
The Ghost of Deviantart~Ghost Of Deviantart~The Ghost of Deviantart6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a Normal day, and it was Friday.
When I got home, the first thing I did was go on my favorite website, Deviantart.
I checked all my messages and when I was done with that, I went to look at some of my friends new drawings to see that I got another message.
I looked at it and it was weird because there was no icon, and no username. There was nothing typed, and I saw that it was sent to my profile. I went there and looked on my profile to see no new comments.
I went back to my messages and it was still there, but this time it had the letter D.
I though it was a glitch so I just ignored it and went to go watch a few videos of my favorite YouTubers.
I herd the beat that someone messages me or added a comment and I went to go check it to see that the comment was still there, but this time it had the letter E.
I sent my friend a note asking is she had this glitch to
Apocalypse Chapter 1Apocalypse8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One bright afternoon I was walking down my big hill to our pond. I shuffled my feet down the steep part of the hill then finally got to the bottom. The wind was blowing slightly, moving my short-cut bangs around my face. the wind blew the smell of pine and sap into my nose. I picked up speed and trotted happily to the woods enclosed pond. When i got there the sun was high in the sky and reflecting beautifully on the water. I stooped down low to avoid the low hanging branches and got to the dock. My old sneakers made a hollow sound as i walked on the old dock. I ran my hand along the wood avoided the holes and many piles of bird poop. I got to the end of the dock and leaned on the wood brace at the end. I decided to sit and dangle my feet in the water so i sat a pulled off my sneakers and slipped off my socks. I
POEM TIME!!!! Love:Love:POEM TIME!!!! Love:8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is a arm
holding you close,
Love is a feeling
filling you with emotion,
Love is a kiss
planted across your lips,
Love is a hug
wrapping you in warmth,
Love is here
Love cant be found
Love can only be found
if you wait.
What I have learnedWhether we acknowledge it or not,What I have learned9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whether we can see this or not,
Our world will always have beauty in it.
It is in the sound of our laughter,
It is in the softness of our tears.
In our world,
There will always be beauty.
In every leaf that falls
Whether something be large or small,
No place will ever be entirely ugly
If you do not see it this way,
Perhaps you are not searching hard enough
Maybe you aren’t delving deep enough
Search, look, listen,
And you will be sure to find it.
When you can catch it,
Show it off in a new light,
When you harness it so the whole world can see it
This is what it means
To be an artist.
My Dear MasterMy Dear Master10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may be old, but I'm not frail.
I may be aging, but I've still got the heart and soul of a puppy.
Just because I'm advanced in years, it doesn't mean I'm a grump.
I like to play and romp just like any other dog.
I may be a bit slower, but it doesn't mean I won't follow you.
I may be losing my senses, but it doesn't mean I'm untrainable.
You may have forgotten me by choosing the younger dogs, but I haven't forgotten you.
Take a look in my eyes, and try to understand dear master.
All I can do is watch from outside, look through the window at the great indoors, wishing someone would notice me.
Just remember, while you have your own life, I have only you.
You're my life,
I'm your friend,
misunderstoodDon’t look at me like thatmisunderstood11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know what you’re thinking
You hate me, you’re not sad
Thanks to those eyes I am sinking
You can’t see my pain
You people think I have it all
But I’m always crying tears like rain
It makes it hard to stand tall
The fortunate person is a fake
Because I’m a pile of misery
You only gave me a heart break
Since you just failed to see…
The real me
The brightest sun with white pawsShhh now child it's all right.The brightest sun with white paws1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun will come back.
Running back to you purring.
Bright happy eyes, fluffly little mane.
The loudest purr with white little paws.
With the most beautiful golden green eyes.
It could be in two ways or one.
That our sun will return to us.
But either way, in person or dream.
Maybe even both.
She will forever be with us.
No matter what happens.
She's with us, our golden softly happy sun.
Curling up on your lap or at your feet.
Streching out next to the fire place or in a patch of sunlight.
Shh now my child and sleep.
Things will get better.
Just give it time.
ttp: The party rages onThe lights flash different colors music blastingttp: The party rages on1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fifth drink down but the party rages on
People laughing, enjoying themselves like there is no tomorrow
Stumble a little and see the blur the party rages on
Some old faces leave some new ones come
Drinks are passed drinks are drowned the party rages on
Rages on rage on it will never stop
Punches are punched kicks are kicked the party rages on
Screams start, rocks thrown, it will never end it will always start anew with new faces
Stumble a little and hear the shrieks the party rages on
The lights flash brighter the music louder
Drown yourself in the music as the world around you ends the party rages on
Stepped over, drinks spill all over, people raise their cups in cheers, rage on rage on forever, once you join you'll never leave
Blood sheds among the dance floor the party rages on
Open the doors and see the party, it tames it builds it destroys
Your last dance is now ending as you fall to the floor, the party rages on.
No one notices, thi
Audience of OneSitting down in the ergonomic chair,Audience of One1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I smile at him and say, “Go on and play.”
He smiles back, staying still, just standing there,
Then lifts his bow and the song’s underway.
The bow pulls across the strings, making tunes,
To which there is not a comparison,
A melody of the glowing full moon,
The stars shining bright that envy the sun.
I close my eyes and listen to the song,
Hearing sounds of honor and glory,
I can imagine an enormous throng,
Listening as the song tells a story.
The song ends and I am left in sheer awe,
He chuckles and lowers the viola.