I'm a Gothic ChristianI’m a Gothic ChristianI'm a Gothic Christian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m gothic; I love the morbid and darker side of things.
But does that mean I’m a Satanist? No.
I’m a Gothic Christian.
Just because I wear a lot of black does not mean I worship the Devil.
Just because I see beauty in dark places, it does not mean I hate the light.
God loves everyone equally; it shouldn’t matter how I dress or how I think.
What matters is what’s on the inside; behind those black fishnets and skull earrings.
What matters is what’s deep in my soul.
I believe Jesus died on the cross for our sins.
I believe in God.
I believe everyone is equal in God’s eyes, so therefore, I’m equal too.
God doesn’t care what I wear, so why should you?
God doesn’t judge, so why do you?
Yes, I may be different, yes I may be strange
But that’s just who I am.
I’m a Gothic Christian.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
So let me go on and enjoy the beauty in the dark, while you st
Into The MarshesMama once sayed not to go down to the marshes because the snakes and monsters and creeping crawlies live there. They gone eat you up, she says, gone eat you up like a sundae on Saturday morning.Into The Marshes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What you think Donny Two Cents and I gone do on a boring afternoon?
We gone down to the marshes.
“You don’t think this real bad, do you, Squeaky?” Donny Two Cents asked me. Boy is scareder than a fish in a crocodile pond. Makes me scared too, but I ain’t never telling him that.
“Course I don’t think that, why you ask?” I snapped back. “We gone to the marshes to look for the Oogey Boogey Man.” I raised my arms real high and grinned like one a them crazies you see down by St. Ann’s. They just walk around in circles all day in St. Ann’s fenced in yard and sometimes stare at the sun.
“Oogey Boogey Man?” repeated Donny Two Cents. He already trembling, that shakey boy. If we filled him with pecans he’d be a walking ma
Niciodata-Ia ziceți, băi, ce facem de Revelion?Niciodata5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Păi uite că ne-a chemat o colegă de-a mea.
-Pe toți, frate!
Discuția fu întreruptă de un zgomot de frâne scârțâind. Dintr-o mașină mică și neagră coborî Răzvan, salută politicos, după care se duse și dădu mâna cu fiecare dintre prietenii lui.
-Ce faci, băi? Nu te-am mai văzut de ceva vreme. Stai toată ziua cu Alexandra.
-N-o să se pună problemă de acuma, stați liniștiți.
Răzvan se uită în stânga, jos, clipi moale de câteva ori, după care forță un zâmbet:
-Nu știți? M-a părăsit săptămâna trecută. Voi ce mai faceți?
-Discutăm despre ce facem de Rev.
-Mai e o lună.
-Da, mereu facem așa și ne trez
What is it about sunsets...What is it about sunsets...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm sitting on the meadow, on top of the small, green hill. I was setting-up my tent, but the sudden silence in the air made me stop and sit on the grass. Everything around me started turning into dark shapes against the green, turquoise sky. A small, barely visible crest of the young Moon rose up, just above the horizon. the Sun was long gone, but its traces were still painting the sky in that wonderful, sunset mixtures of colours impossible to reproduce to capture in any way. The colour of the sunset sky is much more than just about the sky itself. It is about the stillness in the air, the soft, tender breeze; muted sounds in the distance and that inevitable feeling that another day is passing by. It might have been a great day, full of joy and things we love. We might have spent that day in our favourite city, on top of our favourite mountain or in the arms of the loved one.
It could have been a hard day, God knows life offers plenty of those too. Work, people, deadlines and everyda
din minepoate ca durerea asta e doar inauntru si incearca sa iasa afara...din mine5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
am uitat totul. parca cineva a luat un burete si mi-a sters toata imaginea lui. ii stiu numele si stiu de existenta lui, dar nu mai stiu cum arata, cum miroase, ce voce are, cum saruta...
nimic nu era bine. stia si ea asta. si-a propus sa nu mai treaca prin asta niciodata, dar se lovea mereu si mereu de aceeasi problema. indiferent ce usa deschidea problema o lovea instantaneu.
astazi si-a porpus o zi calma, departe de agitatia orasului, departe de soarele timid al primaverii, departe de toti si toate. si-a aprins o tigara si a deschis cartea "prabusirea casei usher" a lui poe.
"tacere"... tacere. asta e tot ce primesc. tacere.
a inchis cartea. si-a adunat genunchii la piept si continua sa traga din tigara cu ochii atintiti intr-un punct de pe orizont. tacere...
-inchide usa, te rog.
s-a ridicat si-a mers spre usa. a simti o usoara adiere pe si
Cosmar?Duminicã dupã amiazã. Ieşim şi noi în oraş, ne plimbãm... Îmi place sã ies cu prietenii. Am ocazia sã zâmbesc dupã ce în rest stau şi mã plâng de lucruri de care şi alţii se pot plânge. Ca de obicei, EA nu mã prea bagã-n seamã. M-am obişnuit. Mã întorc acasã şi mã întind în pat. Sunt prea sictirit ca sã mai fac şi un duş sau chiar şi de mâncare. Vreau doar sã dorm... Sã dorm cât mai mult. Îmi pun niste cafea în termos în caz cã dã vreun film frumos, îmi pun pijamaua mea preferatã şi mã întind în pat. Şi închid ochii.Cosmar?7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Cât timp a durat de când am închis ochii pânã m-am trezit nu ştiu. Nici nu mã prea intereseazã. Mã vãd plasat într-o pãdure din aia întunecoasã ca-
The Lady of AstolatThe Lady of Astolat4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;
In the ChimneyI was once friends with a girlIn the Chimney4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She told me that she lived in a terrible place
A haunted place
I laughed at her
I told her that she was a girl
And girls usually got afraid of nothing
She looked at me intensely
She then told me to stay in her room
She said that then I would believe her
I still laughed
I. I want you to see you, and I want to play with you
Her room was fairly large
There were dolls on her shelves
And brown walls
And her slim bed
Went right up under a chimney
II. Go to sleep little child
The room was odd somehow
It didn't seem like the rest of the house
It was colder
As it got colder I felt sleepier
And I laid down in her bed
III. I'm going to eat you alive
My head went up under the chimney when I laid down
There were whispers and laughter
It was coming from up inside of the chimney
I looked up and I saw a boy
It was so dark I could barely see his face
But I co
Respira inca o data Fulgi? Dar e sfârşitul lunii martie. De parcă ar mai conta. Nici măcar natura nu mai poate fi la fel... gândi Lidia în timp ce se îndepărtă de fereastra aburită. Un teanc de reviste stătea inconştient într-un sertar întredeschis. În mod automat, fără pic de voinţă se aşeză pe canapea luând cu sine una din reviste, părând intrigată de culoarea puternică de pe copertă.Totul pentru a fi vândută. Pentru a atrage persoane plictisite de propriile trăiri. Ce o fi cu articolul acesta? Era vorba de un colţişor al ultimei pagini; ca de obicei, pagina responsabilă de astrologie. Din totdeauna, astrele au fost micul capriciu al Lidiei. Credea în ele, poate era chiar singurul lucru căruia îi mai acorda importanţă, dar cel puţin ii ofereau speranţă. Visa la evenimenteRespira inca o data7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
InsideI cry tears that no one can seeInside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dry tears trapped inside of me
You don't care because you can't see
But I'm lying, crying
Broken hearts and broken bones
Are wounds to see and to be known
My scars dwell inside, alone
I'm trying, but honestly
I'm dying inside
Nothing can heal this broken shell
No one heard me scream when I fell
I can't save myself from this hell
I'm crying, crying
Last of the Ice MenLast of the Ice Men2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the crags of the frozen Himalayan mountains live scattered mongol families, their yellow yurts dotting the mountainsides like scoops of vanilla ice cream. Some prefer to live in the valleys, as the terrain makes it easier to raise goats. And some avoid the heights altogether out of fear of the legendary Ice-Man, who is said to terrorize and haunt those who dare to live there.
One of those families who braved the heights was the Li family. Both parents were God-fearing persons who had been touched by the Bible's message of a messiah, who would one day restore planet earth to paradise, and were unafraid of the foolish legends of Ice-men. In addition, they felt that the higher grounds somehow brought them closer to God. The clear, starlit nights with full-moon views were unobstructed by the lights of cities. Many a night they would gaze up at the heavens with their small children, and praise the one who made these things.
Now, one of the Li children
Watch me for the chance to win 200 points.CLOSEDWatch me for the chance to win 200 points.CLOSED3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There are a lot of contests out there with lots of rules and requirements so i thought to hell with it. the only requirment is to watch me. I will be picking a new watcher at random on DEC 1st 2012
also if you could sumit it to groups
a hugA HUGa hug11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A hug is a wonderful gift to share,
A way to show each other that we care;
There is so much a hug is able to do,
When you feel those arms holding you.
A hug is a place to feel safe and warm,
A comfort for a sad heart that is torn;
An expression of the love in our heart,
For ones who we wish, never to be apart.
A hug is a greeting when we meet to say hello,
Or to say goodbye when we have to go;
It can hold us up when life gets us down,
And makes us smile, instead of frown.
A hug can be given for no reason at all,
And given to those, both big and small;
We're never too old to feel the joy it brings,
As it is one of life's most pleasing things.
And for all of this beauty, a hug is free!
It costs nothing, yet means so much to me;
We should all hug another to show we care,
For to feel a warm hug, nothing can compare.
Here's Your Hug from ME to YOU
All for just one reason and that is…
A good day to you!
Felinar de fumSe lasa ceataFelinar de fum7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
si oamenii dispar
in blocuri si pe drumuri;
la colturi cate-un felinar
nauc mai scoate fumuri.
Iar steaua lui ma stinge,
nu-i ploaie, nu e vant,
nu-i bocet sau ninsoare
doar ceata pe pamant
si triste felinare.
Departe nu zaresc,
doar tot ce-i langa mine
si ce m-apasa-n piept.
De-acolo parca vine
Nu-i nimeni care scapa;
acum cu ei si eu,
prin bulgari morti de apa,
respir adanc, mai greu
Si ma duc la pas incet
spre fantoma de pe drum
dar e doar un felinar
unul stins si fara fum.
I amI am waterfalls and oceans,I am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hills and valleys, forests and plains.
I am the vastness of continents,
I am every microscopic atom.
I am the warm golden rays of the morning sun,
I am the cold silver glow of the moon.
I am the powerful roar of the hunter,
I am the dying whimper of its prey.
I am the soaring eagle
and the scurrying mouse.
I am the departing soul
leaving on its unknown journey,
I am the first gasping breath of new life.
I am unique, one of a kind,
and I am just like you.
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
..dimiNeaTa.dE.. cRaciuN.. ...dimiNeaTa.dE.. cRaciuN.. .7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Aşa mi se întâmplă mai mereu. În vis, când am de urcat trepte, parcă mi se aşează câţiva culturişti în spate. Sau câţiva luptători sumo. În vis la mine, urcatul scărilor e o adevărată corvoadă. Pun piciorul pe prima treaptă, forţa gravitaţiei parcă se dublează. Urc şi celălalt picior, mă ţin de balustradă, mă aplec sub o greutate imensă, invizibilă, care parcă vrea să mă ţintuiască la pământ. Răsuflu din greu, ridic din nou piciorul stâng, greu, de parca aş avea ghete de plumb. Aşa e mereu.
De data asta, mă urmărea un personaj misterios. Poate o femeie. Avea un palton negru şi ochelari de soare. Am vrut să intru in bloc, să mă ascund. Voiam să fug de necunoscutul ăla, care mă urmărea, îmi voia răul. Am vru
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Nimeni acasaCioc! Cioc! Cioc!Nimeni acasa4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ci-n să fie? Un perete;
Am în grijă un bețiv,
Mort săracul după fete.
Ce-mi spui mie? Ce îmi pasă?
Dacă leșul te dărâmă,
Cere sprijin de la masă.
Da' de unde crezi că vine?
Îl goni și ea și patul,
Oful lui căzând pe mine.
Ia vorbește cu parchetul!
De nici blana nu-l primește,
Cum o să transceadă bietul?
Încercai și mă respinse;
Cică-i pun în cap mocheta,
Cel puțin așa îmi zise.
Chit că zace sub papuc,
Trebuie să-i dau dreptate,
Damfu-acela de tristețe,
Doar fereastra îl va scoate.
Apropo, nici ea nu-l vrea,
Aparent, e iar în toiul,
Flirtului cu o perdea...
Azi textile, ieri lumina,
La cât a vorbit cu ploaia,
Cred c-o va mânca rugina.
Ba pe mine igrasia,
De cascada emotivă,
Nu-și va potoli furia.
Roagă-te ca să-l dizolve,
Iar de nu crezi în magi