My Testimony about JesusIt's the story many of us have probably heard before, the story of how God came down to Earth as a man, named Jesus, to save us from hell. "But why do we need saving in the first place" you may ask, the answer is sin. If a person has ever lied, stolen or used God's name as a curse word, they would be guilty of sin. Now there may be some people that believe that this isn't a big deal, that God may have not seen their sin. The problem is that He has seen your sin (because God sees everything), and that the punishment for sin is death, so ya it's a big deal.My Testimony about Jesus1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Depressed yet? Well you don't have to be, because this is where the Gospel (which means good news) comes in to play. Knowing that man couldn't do it alone, God sent his Son (Jesus) down to Earth to save us by taking our punishment for us. By suffering and dying on the cross, a death He didn't deserve, Jesus paid the price for our sin and we are forgiven of any crime we have committed. This is a gift from God that is available t
PerseverancePerseverancePerseverance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you ever struggled so much with something that you can't manage, that you feel like giving up and just curling into a ball and dying? For some, it's a physical struggle, whether it is their personal self and body, or a physical struggle to do something. For others, it's mental, i.e. school. But for most, it's emotional.
For a long time I struggled between my religion and my sexuality, and the different views between them. I was unsure if I should just trust God, believe everything said in the bible, and abandon my lustful feelings towards women. Or, abandon my faith and everything that had been instilled on me from the day I was born, to follow my heart. I knew that either way, I would hurt myself and the people around me. Eventually, and I mean eventually, because I can honestly say this did bring a lot of tears, I just stopped caring. I didn't care if I was gay and Christian. I didn't care if they were conflicting. I came to a place where I just instinctually knew t
[Things to Remember about the ''Best Friend'']It was raining when I first saw her.[Things to Remember about the ''Best Friend'']2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her hair was a strange mix of dyed brown and blonde, with the regrowth of light brown ever so clearly showing, and her uniform several sizes bigger than the usual girls' size.
Her face was turned up into a scowl as the person previously talking to her left.
And then it started.
There are five things to remember about my "best friend".
Number One - Do not annoy her.
"Please... Can I have some of that?" Issy asked, pointing towards Georgia's chocolate biscuit.
"No!" Georgia exclaimed jokingly.
"Pleeeease Georgia? You love me!" Issy begged.
"Who said I did?" Georgia replied, smiling while keeping the biscuit a fair distance away from Issy.
Georgia pouted right back.
Issy pouted more.
"Jokes! Have a little bit..." Georgia handed Issy the treat, as Issy smiled happily and took a big chunk out of the biscuit with her teeth and passed it back. "You love me, see!" Issy exclaimed and walked away, her intention of only st
Death Note Mello pregnant pt 1Mello was relaxing in his chair, music up full blast when Matt came in. "Mello? how much do you love me?" Matt asked with big eyes.Death Note Mello pregnant pt 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Mello raised an eyebrow and turned the music off. He knew that tone. That was not a good tone. "What do you want?"
"I need you for an experemint!" Matt replied perkily.
"What kind of experiment?" Mello asked warily.
"Genetic. . ."
"Fine. But if I grow a tail from this . . ." Mello warned.
"Oh! you won't!" Matt assured him as he took Mello to the lab and made him lay down on the snow white medical bed. Mello raised an eyebrow when Matt made him raise his vest to expose his well built body. Before he could question anything, the anesthetics kicked in and he passed out.
Mello woke up to see Matt nearby. "What did you do to me?" he asked warily, before getting up and checking every inch of his body. He noticed Matt holding back a laugh and hastily
a wonder landa wonder land2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
once upon a time
was a very
under a tree
the girl was curious.
the girl found
and down she went
falling past memories of a
who shared the
the land she fell
you cannot fall forever)
she met many things/people/hats/cats
and had a tea party with them
she got stuck
there was a particularly
cat who smiled
she woke up after
in a wonder land
was it a dream
and alice climbed out of the rabbit hole
Paper CutLine goes across the skinPaper Cut1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Needy pain drawn from within
Patterns danced over blade
Notes of melody that won't fade
Flesh torn and red-run
Frantic now I've begun
Grip on phantom glass thrown
Shattered; scattered; blood unknown
Pain raw on show to see
Scars they outline, define me
Black on grey on red on skin
On blade...on paper, on white so thin
Unreal, but real, less harm but more
Skin on colour too cold to ignore
Blade a pen a skill - but a tool
An outlet for blood, for words-
For a fool
Cuts on paper with ink, not blood
This time, this time...I'll hold the flood.
Inside Her Locket Is His PhotographShe lived in the corner of his familiarityInside Her Locket Is His Photograph1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her rain coat and bare feet, a locket
enclosing a ticking mind and tired clock;
it swung from her neck back and forth,
gracing the bathroom tile. He was on his way.
Late, he said. She dozed and nodded, hanging
up the phone.
Some nights he flung his watch out onto the street;
the storms washing the time away he thought he had.
He was something supernatural. He was too far
with only ten minutes left, he ran. She needed him
to count the sleeping pills, diagnose her
and let her rest peacefully.
Three. He'd placed the naïve, lilac dose
in her palm. She'd lock her fist around it.
Scarlet crouched in front of her father's shattered store
investigating the cracks on the cement sideway;
from across the road, he saw her dented skull
softly veiled with pale curls. Her ghost
wouldn't leave that place. He didn't know why
she waved at him.
When he turned onto his street, he saw Amy
hanging up the week's wash in the heavy rain,
RubyRubyRuby1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dazzles in the sunlight wine red,
shines something red lipstick cruel,
and drips off my finger blood red.
It sounds like a gasp of infidelity
and a stone striking a shaken face.
It sounds like how his voice sounds.
The ruby leaves a foul taste in my mouth
fuming with his missed phone calls
and his mistress's apathy.
It feels dangerous on my finger; I tear
it , the ruby sharp and barbed.
I fling his grandmother's ruby ring
off the town's bridge and watch it sink.
raindrip drip driprain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing by my window
drop drop drop
i rest my hand against the freezing glass
drip drip drip
the tinkling sound continues
drop drop drop
the storm never stops
drip drip drip
my mother puts her arms around me
drop drop drop
the sound starts to fade away
the grayness had begun to disappear
the sun sticks out it's light and breaks free from the clouds
the radiance of the sun is warming my window
the streets were no longer dark...
the kids came out and played like always
the golden sun had brought out sunshine
the rain was gone
love~what is love...love~1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it being in love?
what is love....
is it always loving someone no matter what?
a passion, or a feeling towards someone?
caring about someone, and loving one another
i told you,
no matter what you do
the one for me
you held me in your arms
you told me
your true love
how to describe love
only family will have
only true friend will give
only lovers can do
it's a passion
it's a a feeling
a heart can contain it
it can break a heart
i feel towards you
Pervert Charmingif we are togetherPervert Charming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
shouldn't you know my likes and dislikes!
isn't it about time you hold my hand!
why don't you look at me?
that girl may have a nice body
but i have a strong fist
i thought you be my prince charming
no, you are more like pervert charming
i shall not expose myself just to impress you
my skirt is not for you to look up
why do you call me a little girl
what happened to babe? or just Lin?
you should know am not that type of girl
get me a pink rose!
is that too hard?
am i too much for you?
when we kiss i expect it to be gentle
i want your tongue out of my mouth!
so what if my hair is short
am still cute
my rear is not for touching or staring
i would like a brand new pink bow
with matching jean shorts
and i need new black tights
i will not be wearing a bikini any time soon!
do i need to yell!
you do not agree with me?
then do this
the guy behind you seems better
what love does to youheartbrokenwhat love does to you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
love is my enemy
have i done anything wrong?
maybe sadness is just something am used to
tears just never seem to stop
it is always dark
you could have told me you hated me
my vision is so foggy i can't see
i stand alone
without anyone to say
a dangerous weapon
used to bring me pain
the very thing that helps me to live
has stopped beating
WishI wish to feel the chains againWish1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold rusted iron on wounded skin
I wish to feel the pain again
To beg old nightmares please begin
I wish to feel the blade once more
Warm cradled life in cold shaking hand
I wish to taste the fear once more
The only thing now I understand
I want to feel the breaks again
Finger cracks in hidden walls
I want to hide away again
Run and be alone once more
I wanted to put these mirrors down
Push them into the light for you
Reflect and refract my true face
Wanted you to see what I do
Reflections are all muddied now
Cold, smeared, seeing through
Cracks and shivers, iced up, grey
The rest is up to you.
The boy and the girl (Short story) (( Ok, so I wrote this in a fit of depression, it's a little story about just stuff I guess... Please be nice and please be gentle....))The boy and the girl (Short story)1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
He held her close and listened to her cry.
"It's all my fault" she sobbed, "Everyones lives are falling apart around me, I wasn't good enough to help them, I can't do anything " Tears rolled down her cheeks. All he could do was hold her in the hopes that she'd realise he was there beside her no matter what was going on, no matter what the struggles were, this girl meant the world to him and he wasnt about to see it crumble away.
The girl cried out more, as if screaming to the heavans "WHY!? Why can't I take away their pain, how come they have to suffer when I'd happily take it all away from them " She thought that if they were happy she'd be happy too. The tears had began to run faster and the breath between sniffled and grown shorter.
The boy still sat at her side, rubbing her back softly. He didn't know how to comfort her, but he k
Persecution"Don't persecute us!" they say,Persecution1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the persecute the gay,
The lesbian, the bisexual,
Transgender, the intellectual,
The Darwinist, the scientist,
The agnostic, the atheist,
Those borne of other faiths,
Those born without a faith,
"Don't persecute us!" they say,
as they take our lives away.
Never Forget YouFianna paused, hand on the door of the room he hadn't set foot in since...well, since the day his world had ended and his family had shattered. He had the key in a hand, it fit into the lock, but he didn't turn it, not yet.Never Forget You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
If he closed his eyes, if he stayed still, he could still hear the careful notes. Lorn hadn't sung since then, and to his knowledge, Veus hadn't touched another piano. The room had been locked up, forgotten, all the pain and loss pushed into it.
All the innocence, before the world had turned to ash by the actions of one man.
They'd all mourned, in their own ways. Fianna had fallen apart, piece by piece, even now the cracks showing where the pieces no longer quite fit together. The man took a deep breath, the key turning in the lock, the door opening into the dark room, clicking shut behind him.
He paused, just taking in the stale darkness for a moment. It was late, the curtains drawn, but still a thin slice of light was laying over the table where her picture stood,
For ForeverWords fail meFor Forever2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's not easy
To go from being in love to feeling so empty
I guess I quit
I'm tired of being treated like a piece of s---
Quick and bloodless
Not close to painless
I never thought you'd be the one to end this
A black hole heart
From the start
Seems my destiny to be torn apart
Such a crime
That you were mine
It never occurred that I'd be yours for all time
Before I die
I won't cry
Just know that I think your love wasn't a lie
You didn't know
How to show
And now all that's left is for you to go
Full of fear
With all the ringing that is in my ear
But I'll still love you for forever
A final good-byeStanding in the warmth of the summer air,A final good-bye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The funeral doors, looming in the distance,
Clearing my throat, dropping my eyes,
As I shuffle my way through,
The red eyed, sniffling people
Walking in the other direction.
I take one more deep breath looking up at the setting sun,
And pull the doors open.
Cold, Cries, and laughter.
Following the noise I walk past a door from where,
A Knight of Columbus has just exited.
A small table seta outside of the main room,
Coffee, little milks and sugar.
Hearing a familiar voice I spin slowly,
Looking into the main room,
Avoiding looking where the caset set.
A mass of faces.
Most never seen before,
All moving in and out of focus,
Until my aunts face swims up from the mass,
Coming into clear focus.
We exchange a few words and I walk off.
To sit in a chair at the other side of the room,
Still unable to even glace at the casket,
Or the body that lies inside.
Time ticks by, faces coming to say hello,
Give me words of consolance, and of grief.
I nod, say a
AftermathA lock of black, singed hair fell from her head in a crisp curl.Aftermath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It spiraled along the scope of her shoulder, down her collarbone
and plummeted to the carpet, kissing the floor like a bomb.
The floor was already caked with the ash of her unhinged hair;
the house was ancient, and the dust was like a second layer of skin.
Her delicate shape looked gray from a distance, but up close
she looked cremated. She kept the windows closed so the wind
wouldn't catch the hollowness of her face.
50 ways to say I love you50 ways to say I LOVE YOU!50 ways to say I love you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. Ich Leibe Dich.
2. Ik Hou Van Jou
3. S' Agapo
5. Kimi O Ai Shiteru
6. By them Roses
7. Take them to dinner
8. Kiss them
9. Look into their eyes and smile
10. Hold their hand
11. Talk to them, in real life, NOT over Face book
12. Cook them a nice meal ((Unless you're brittain..))
13. Write them a letter
14. Call them
15. Write them a poem
16. Sing them a song
17. Take them out to dinner
18. Give them a present
19. Hug them
20. If it's a girl Pamper them
21. If it's a guy Watch TV with them
22. Show interest in their hobbies
23. Never stop smiling around them
24. Pick them a flower ((Make sure they're not allergic to it though))
25. Laugh at their jokes even if they're not the funniest
26. Help them with their work
27. Surprise them whenever you can
28. Edit a photo of them
29. Clean the house
30. Write them a short story involving you two
31. Take them on a holiday
32. Go to a theme park
33. By them chocolate ((Guys too~))
PuckI'm a ThiefPuck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I steal your life away
and I give it back.
I'm an enigma.
I have two shadows
In the street lights, one dark, one
between the two. Faded.
I'm a ghost.
You remember me
You forget. You forget me.
But a part of me always remains.
I'm the fool. The joker.
There's another of me in the deck.
But I have no place in the deck.
I'm taken out of it, but I'm an integral part OF it.
And maybe I'll find the other one.
But I also bring people together.
And I've bought together many people because
I was charged with doing so.
It was my purpose. And I succeeded.
I got things wrong.
But I succeeded.
And I hope you're happy.
Both of you.
I'll get there. But for now
I'm better off the lonely trickster.
And I'm not sad.
Villain'Why'.Villain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three innocent letters.
That's all it takes.
The seed of doubt, watered by tears
Wont to grow unabated
And it creates something else.
Darkens the colours.
Births something horrific
Believes it's just.
And that's who you become
In the end.
You have power, but like others
Shouldn't you be able to choose 'responsibility'?
What does it mean to them?
They're never lifting you out the rubble, they can't.
And the transformation is complete.
"Villain", they weep.
Untitled Poem - 17-1-2012You don't speak the language I want you to.Untitled Poem - 17-1-20122 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strange, that very founding
Over history, so many chances at peace
have been squandered by that misunderstanding.
It's not what you 'say', per say
Just what you do
Or don't 'say', I don't know.
I'm pretty sure you don't.
Or maybe you do.
But I wouldn't know.
See what I'm getting at?
Probably not. But see, I reckon
You feel exactly the same.
I don't think you're sat there this second.
Writing a poem that's lame,
Only half understanding it.
But I do think
(I hope it's true)
That you feel the same link.
The warmth I feel when I'm around you.
But also the confusion and the crushing uncertainty.
Because if it hurts, you care.
And it agonizes me, so I must care.
I do care. I want to.
I don't do it so you will.
I do it because I do.
And I reserve hope
That you will too.
ReaperI know, I thought it was just stories, too.Reaper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ridiculous myth, made up by people
Whatever you like.
I've been around a few worlds,
dabbled in other cultures.
Nothing really prepares you for some things...
See, the nearest thing I can compare it to
Looking into the eyes of a God he claimed was false.
And that feeling.
It wasn't fear. No.
It saw what was, what is, what is to come.
And I could hear It.
They say not to fear It.
We all die sometime.
But when you stare into that infinite dark.
You hear its absolution.
So quiet it shakes your bones.
So cold it burns against your soul.
So certain it defines reality.
There's a choice.
A glint of fear.
A deep breath of my oblivion.
And an explosion as my rifle says:
Not this day.