My Journey to FaithMy own journey to faith has been a long complex one.My Journey to Faith5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Like most African Americans of the 30's, my parents were raised in the church, but neither
of them were really Christians. Furthermore my dad had a bitter experience in church when he
was young that forever soured him to religion and he had absolutely no interest in it.
Mom believed in God and enjoyed watching Robert Schuller's on TV, but her belief in God was mixed
with a hodgepodge of other things, including reincarnation. She was also a firm believer in 'to each his own.'
She thought that all paths led to God and that as long as one led a good life that was enough.
Despite this, God had His hand on me, because from the time I was little I instinctively sought Him.
Very early on I had a deep curiosity and hunger for spiritual things. I loved Bible stories and was
very curious about God. On the few occasions my mom or some other relative took me to visit a church
or Sunday school, I always felt a strange yearning. I wanted something
Your beautifulI want to tell you every day,Your beautiful4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that you're beautiful and I hope that every time
I say your beautiful, that
it's meaningful to you.
As a poet I'll take every opportunity to
take the misconstrued word we know as beauty,
and make you see it the way God sees,
who defines it perfectly,
and the definition is you and me.
You were made and seen as beautiful by the most
beautiful and flawless being ever known.
As we've grown we've relied on what we see
every day. Rather than on the God to whom
we pray, who tries to tell you in different forms
and different ways
that your beautiful, always.
You didn't come into the world with make up
You didn't come into the world by accident or luck
You didn't come to the world with a "perfect weight"
Your image reciprocates the God who hopes and wants
us to know, we're covered and full of beautiful.
God was careful to design every part,
your body, your soul, your personality, your heart.
They say beauty fades and dies,
but in the eyes of God,
there are no lies,
HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.Hate7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.
Eternal SalvationI sit in church so that I "may grow up in [my] salvation".Eternal Salvation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sing the hymns and songs;
"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord."
I drink in the Word,
For "whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst", says the Lord.
I take comfort in knowing that "the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore".
I share the Gospel,
For Jesus said, "You will be my witnesses".
I know that I am not perfect;
"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God",
And "There is none righteous, not even one".
But I know that Jesus is and was "a lamb without blemish".
I know that I am saved,
For he is "the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father but by [him]".
Because of this,
I know that I have "the gift of God eternal life through Jesus Christ",
Because "God hath given to us eternal life in His Son".
I know that "the wages of sin is death",
But that "the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin".
And I "give thanks to the God
Star-crossedYou woke up onStar-crossed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wrong side of
a cosmic bed
A pillow of
under your head
are all the tears
which you have shed
Your ring finger
in outer space
among a dreamed
Your light shines bright
but not enough
to seize the day
Let your love be
then I'll wish to
Everything Has Its TimeEcclesiastes 3:1-8Everything Has Its Time2 years ago in Historical More Like This
3 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
QualifyWelcome, child. I believe you are aware of why youre here, correct?Qualify2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good. Now to start off, well just ask one, simple question.
Okay, I guess Go ahead.
What is your least favorite season of the year?
Summer. I hate summer.
Hate is a strong word, darling.
Care to elaborate?
Its too hot, they expect me to swim, and
Its When I realize Im alone.
Good. Now were making progress. Now-
Why would that be good? What qualifies as good in that nutty head of yours?
Please, dear; Im only trying to assist you in your time of need.
You mean- youre only doing this because of them.
Lets Move on. What is it about the summer that makes you feel this way?
Shes always gone. Summer, it It takes her away; it takes them all away.
Not lust, but loveNot lust, but love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How have I longed to hear the angel's voice,
Years I have spent in silence, didn't have a choice,
When suddenly, the Lord I thank,
My lady and I have, once again met.
With such grace and divinity,
She stood near me,
A breath I took, sighing deeply,
Praying, yearning, to be seen.
Her beauty was but fairer and more appealing than a summer's rose,
How desperately it reminded me, how much I've wanted to hold her close!
All of a sudden, I encounter a glorious feeling,
My lungs persist, I stop breathing.
And Lord, how wonderful it is, to hear a melody of thee, the one that brings heat to my cheeks!
"Salve", Beatrice said,
And when she did, I had hoped she hadn't seen me blushing red,
For that would ruin a moment so pure,
Of hiding my feelings I hadn't been sure.
Moments pass, and I cannot force myself to speak,
My body of love is weak,
Noticing my lady's patience drifting away,
I, fond of her beauty, stand up and say:
"Salve my lady, and I hope all is well,
For you speak so grace
When life gives you LEMONS...When life gives you lemons, SUCK THEM.When life gives you LEMONS...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in their eyes.
When life gives you lemons, give them back and demand for chocolates.
When life gives you lemons, paint them red & call them APPLES.
When life gives you lemons, throw em hard like hand grenades.
When life gives you hand grenades, paint them yellow, disguise them as lemons and pull the pin.
When life gives you lemons, make lemon peel wings and fly too close to the sun. Trust me, they won't melt.
When life gives you lemons, shove 'em thru yer ass and die.
When life gives you lemons, use them as a dildo.
When life gives you lemons, feed yo mama n make her so fat so people can jog around her for exercise.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. No no, you eat those lemons, THEN sell your PEE as LEMONADE.
When life gives you lemons, THEYRE THE NEW GREEN DAY HEART GRENADES.
When life gives you lemons, PUKE.
When life gives you lemons, who needs plastic surgery on yer chest?
When life gives
How A Christian Feels About HomosexualsThere is a very big assumption that has been going around for the past few years, and that is, "If you don't support gay/lesbian couples, you are backwards-thinking, unreasonable and cruel." (Maybe some of you will fight against this shallow thinking in the comments by not only understanding homosexuals, but also understanding Christians?) I hope that this thinking will change overtime, because if homosexuals have a right to voice their beliefs, don't heterosexuals also have a right?How A Christian Feels About Homosexuals1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I don't support the choice homosexuals have made for their lives, but that doesn't mean I hate them. In fact, I actually have a few friends who are bisexual/homosexual.
Now, I do know that there are a few churches who have done very nasty things in protest of gay marriage, but there have also been a few groups of homosexuals who have done equally unreasonable things to "fight back" at these churches. But is it fair to judge the majority of all churches and all C
Text AnxietyText Anxiety2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damnation is near to me it seems...
the heat of Hell, grows in a sweat on my brow.
I close my eyes, only to hear my chains
sing the song of my enslavement.
The motions that through I go,
Know me by the long face, And baggy eyes.
The walk to my Father, through a cold and endless storm,
rusting over the iron of my chains.
I fill the cup that in hand I carry, with the constant down pour,
quenching what thirst I can, only to carry on.
Only in the dark of the storm do I weep so that the tears will blend with the rain,
and the sniffing is blended by my shuffling feet.
The walk home in the rain, The dragging of my feet,
enslaved by their own motions...I am set up to be tested.
I don't even recall when the sun was consumed by this storm,
I have walked for as long as I can remember....
Good God, my Lord, my King so kind! Is this path where men do perish,
the path on which my chains are dragged?!
I mean no blasphemy to a pair of all hearing ears,
but I can only do so much to make hidden my obvio
The Hero's Hideout From Deadly Fangirls"Almost…. there….." Rapunzel wobbled on the stool, her hand outstretched with a paintbrush clamped in-between her fingertips. The stool gave another frightening lurch, causing Rapunzel to nearly lose her balance and give off a high-pitched squeak of terror.The Hero's Hideout From Deadly Fangirls1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Careful!" Rapunzel smiled at Hiccup, who had his arms outstretched to make sure she didn't fall.
"Thanks, but I think I've got it—woooaaaAAAHHHH!!" Rapunzel had promptly toppled of the stool, right in front of Hiccups outstretched arms. She lay there for a moment, glaring at Hiccup, who was looking down at her rather sheepishly.
"'guess I need to work on my aim?" he chuckled nervously.
"BIG time." but Rapunzel couldn't help but smile as Hiccup helped her up. "Thanks, Hic—" The moment was suddenly interrupted with two loud barrages of laughter, the kind that makes one keel over and nearly cry it hurts so much, kind of laughter.
"THAT—WAS—EPIC!!!" Jack gasped b
Indirect Idolatry(11/22/2011)Indirect Idolatry3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To all Christians who are fans of something:
I came across this interesting blog-post/article while surfing the web:
Bear in mind that this is NOT an attack on sports fanatics (or any other fanatics for that matter). But the article does make for an interesting read and does make a pretty good point that is really not all-too-far from the truth in regards to how fandom is generally treated. Although the article is addressing fandom in sports teams, it can very well also be applied to all kinds of fandom elsewhere--the concept is relatively the same in the fanbase of anything out there you can think of. People certainly take fandom pretty far...too far if you ask me. And it can be a pretty scary thing when it does go too far. (Want proof? It'
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Daddy's Gonna Make You SorryTears were nearly streaming down the little girl's face.Daddy's Gonna Make You Sorry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"S-Stop it!" She tried shouting. The boys just laughed. She clenched her fists, determined not to cry in front of them... but it was getting to be too much. "Stop it!" She repeated, tears leaking now.
"Stop it!" A boy mocked. The others laughed.
"Stop it." A new voice said, not merely echoing the others but ringing out with a strong and fierce tone. The boys now looked nervous. The girl looked behind her. There was a man standing there, glaring at the boys with his large arms crossed over his chest.
"Abba!" she squeeked happily. She grabbed his leg tightly, burying her face into his soft jacket. He put a hand securely on the back of her head, comforting his little girl. He said a sharp word of warning to them. Now that she had back-up of her own, she braved a sharp warning of her own:
"Yah, go away- or my daddy's gonna make you sorry!"
Barmaid's Quest - PrologueSomewhere in a large comfortable armchair in a large comfortable room in a large comfortable house, an old man seats a little boy on his knee and tells him a story. The boy's eyes are shiny and big and the room fills up with words, words the little boy will never forget, although he really will because five year olds have short attention spans.Barmaid's Quest - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Granddad's good at telling stories. This one is true, more or less. It's the slightly cliched variety involving an evil queen, the country she ruled and the lowly barmaid that took her on.
You're about to hear it.
The real version, with awkward teenage boys that try to be heroes and shiny blue magic and trust issues.
There are lots of places this story could properly start. It could start with an old man who has ruled for more years than he can remember feeling a sudden pain in his left arm. And then the oddest sensation in his thin, spindly chest, and the floor wheeling upwards to meet him.
Or with a small boy, brown-haired and blue-
Funny ThingHey boy, why don't you listen to yourself? You're looking for the queen of diamonds, and you climb the great beanstalk, but what it is that you are looking for? You are cast down from the very sky you dream of, and isn't it funny all this time you speak of how grand it is being up there?Funny Thing5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Hey boy, you are smiling at the mirror, and you wonder why the shadow isn't smiling back. You see the figure in the crowd, a mirage, a faint glimpse of tomorrow that you even don't know will come. Your fear stops you from moving, your steps being reduced to a motionless stillness. You sing the song that nobody will listen to, and isn't it funny all this time you speak of how everybody seems to be in tune with that song?
Hey boy, the princess loves your poems, the songstress loves your songs, the seamstress loves your stories. But still, you are kicked out of that palace, the place you grew to love, the courtyard where you showed your funny trick. When you kicked the dust off your ragged shoes, none kis
WhoLock Fanfic - The LivingMycroft Holmes examined the man sat across from him. He had always admired that tweet jacket, but had never got round to buying one of his own. He liked the bow tie as well, although that, he would never admit to. He curled a finger round the handle of his tea cup and raised it to his lips, never taking his eyes off the John Smith.WhoLock Fanfic - The Living2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“And what have you been up to since our last meeting?” He asked, setting the cup back on its saucer and adding a sprinkle more sugar. He saw John’s raised eyebrow at this and sighed, did the entire world know he was on a diet?
“Oh you know, time and space and all that” John replied, he smiled, but Mycroft noticed that something had changed in that smile, there was a faltering, tiny and hardly visible, but it was there.
“Something happened” He stated, lifting the tea cup yet again. Sherlock may be famous for his deductions but Mycroft was easily as observant.
“Yes, but I sense that’s not what you invited m
ManicManicManic8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hawks now circle around for prey
Like holiday shoppers; the well ones
Starve while the lazy sleep.
The nights are now cold
Us obedient like sheep
Ride the elliptical machines
As if it was an old
Religion on a quiet Sunday.
My love cannot stop talking
About his intellectual conquests
Over people online
He had never met, nothing else
Peppers his conversations; he suggests
I will take the remote, slowly balking
Rewinding over the users remorse
As I try to calm his mind
But the joke goes on and on throughout the evening
To his delight. I still can't understand why
The need to obliterate one's psyche in
Order to prove a point
As I wish for vacation days to begin
I quiet down, dreaming
Of snow and fireplaces and family, I sigh
As I lay back and rub my joints
Even while sleeping he is not.
His mouth mutters as if he's talking
Some foreign tongue, without words
I want to quiet him
And I remember when we were bored
Cherished in our warm spot
Me and him
Happy, without words.