Until He ComesThe second coming
Is not a warning
To dwell upon
Until His coming
Shall we be waiting?
Our Lord's return!?
Our task is given!
It has been written!
We have a mission!
That must be done!
To shine our light
Make the world bright
Present this sight
As his welcome
For when Christ cometh
Though no man knoweth
In faith we soweth
We faithful ones
Think not of when
Think not of where
We must prepare
Until He comes
Don't Get Hung UpDon't get hung upDon't Get Hung Up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the word
On His power, His might, or His majesty
Don't praise idly
Remember we worship His personality
Be proud of His power
Be in awe of His grace
Feel special for you have been saved!
Don't think 'cause you are chosen
You're now wholly
To force others to enjoy the same;
To judge others in behalf of His name;
Or limit freedoms in order to remain;
Righteous and true come what may.
As we must not forget
God is love, so respect
How He nurtures and loves us
We're not forced to be Christian
Nor judged in our sinning
'Twas our own decision to
Who we are
What we want
As we strive to become
Wholly righteous and pleasing to
Ask me about HalloweenAsk me about Halloween and...Ask me about Halloween1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll ask a question back
Can you take the truth or
Are you a scaredy-cat?
I'll talk about "All Hallows' Eve"
As once the day was known
And how the dead would come to life
As gargoyles left the stone
We'll watch up on the screen
Pure evil in disguise
We'll hear blood-curdling screams
Before gruesome ends to lives
Ask me about Halloween and...
I'll give you some advice
If you want to sleep tonight
Don't ask. Just close your eyes.
The Five People You Meet On EarthWe are mortal. We are not everlasting, and our journey must someday come to an end. Whether that someday be next week or in 50 years, it is never foreseen or wanted in the slightest bit. We, in our youth, roll our eyes at the mere mention of death as if we are invincible when, in reality, death is as real to us as it is to a cancer patient. Death is the top feared in the world, above all else. What is there to fear of death but the pain of losing someone, though? We've all had that someone whom we assumed would never leave us, but is now nothing but an unadorned memory. In my case, this was my grandfather.The Five People You Meet On Earth2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Hey do you want to come? We're going to visit Grandpa in the hospital," my mother said, rather loudly. My grandpa had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and this was the first time my mother invited my brothers and me to come along. I hesitated, debating whether or not to go.
"Uhh... I don't think so. Next time!"
How was I to know he had only one short month left?
Ask me to write a poemAsk me to write a poem of love.Ask me to write a poem1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'd write of a raven instead of a dove.
With much darker words than the wings of the bird.
Because love is more treacherous than you may have heard.
Ask me to write a poem of passion.
I'd write one up in the timeliest fashion.
I'll tell you of the depths to which I had to go.
Shedding my skin and releasing my soul.
Ask me to write a poem of crime.
I'd have a rough draft in no matter of time.
Having to steal and sleeping on benches.
Living my life face down in the trenches.
Sometimes...Sometimes, a heart must be broken.Sometimes...1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes, harsh words must be spoken.
Sometimes, from dreams we are woken
To find life's not a-jokin'.
Sometimes, our choices are bad.
Sometimes, we lose what we had.
Sometimes, while we are sad
We forget how to be glad
Yet sometimes, after we've fussed
Sometimes, despite the cost
Sometimes, even when lost
We find solace and trust
And sometimes, grey skies do turn blue
Sometimes, we can start anew
Sometimes, our dreams will come true
Yes.. sometimes, even for you
So when there are signs
That you've come on hard times
Hold these words in your minds
Because sometimes... sometimes...
HomonymsSome blame me for the sum of their troubles.Homonyms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the whiner of wine parties, and burst social bubbles.
So I sew up the opinions.
And I present my presents.
The prose in poetry are pros compared to my rubble.
But then some bawled after reading my bald poetry.
My sore hands write soaring ballads, hopefully.
My billed resources build worlds.
My groans have grown to impress
And now I know no bounds, and write openly.
To some, I'm the sole soul provider.
To others, I'm the right writer for the outsider.
I heard the herd.
But then I maul the mall.
So do I unmask the masses, or am I a liar?
Weekly PromptHello Members!Weekly Prompt1 year ago in Personal More Like This
It's that time of the week again: This week's PROMPT Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to create an art-piece specifically for the given prompt. We will have a new prompt every week, so please try to participate
The reason for these prompts are not only to expand your creative muscles, but it is also a way to evangelize! YES, you heard me - EVANGELIZE. I'm sure all of us have many watchers who are not yet saved - by doing these prompts (which are Christ-centred) you will be able to introduce God to them through your art
So, remember, try and do as many prompts as you can to remind your watchers about Jesus, and add a little insert into your comments on how to give your live to Jesus Christ, and get saved. If you don't have one, you can use the one I have here http://saykha.deviantart.com/journal/How-to-Become-a-Christian-225085003
So here it is!
This Week's Prompt:
"Do Not Judg
Only HumanOnly Human1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I do not have a cape and fly around,
I cannot span the globe in a single bound.
I do not live for eons on end.
There are many things I cannot do,
But there are many things I can live through.
I can feel sorrow or pain.
I can freely frolic in the rain.
I have an imagination,
I can experience elation!
I am not a super hero or a god.
To say I am would make me a fraud.
I have no great amount prowess,
I am perfect through my weakness.
I'm also prone to absolute silliness.
I am from planet earth,
Average from the day of my birth.
But given time I'll prove my worth,
Because I can declare with mirth,
"I am only human!"
A Christian EducationThe church is my collegeA Christian Education1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Heaven, my university.
Jesus is my principal,
And the holy spirit teaches me.
The angels form my study group,
Who help me with exams.
Which are called temptations here
And which have high demands
The bible holds my study notes,
My homework's winning souls.
Prayer is how I attend,
When online classes hold.
I'm studying for my bachelor's
In righteously living
And everyday I thank the Lord
With praise and worshiping
In time Jesus shall come again
To give me my degree:
The everlasting crowns of faith
At my grad ceremony.
SilenceSilence.Silence1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
AbrasiveAbrasive,Abrasive1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wears away
On the smile on your face
Assuming that you had one
In the first place,
At your outer shell
Turning your thoughts
Into pure hell.
It lacks the affability
To cut through you clean
A smile like sand paper
With no added sheen,
To pull you apart
And tear at the seams,
A mordant persona
Can destroy all things.
Ask Me To Describe An Autumn's DayAsk me to describe an autumn's dayAsk Me To Describe An Autumn's Day1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The golden trees and how they sway
The chill of night, the warmth of day
The steady march of earth's decay
The summer heat lagging behind
The winter cold nearing in kind
The swimsuits packed, the suntan lost
The jackets out ready for frost
The greying skies, and mist filled morns
The urge we have to stay indoors
The battle fought with scarves and gloves,
As winter comes through autumn's doors
The gladness of the summer past?
The glum of winter coming fast?
I'll surely answer in dismay
If I describe an autumn's day.
Every ShoreFrozen,Every Shore1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was frozen in life.
I could not move I could not see,
What I was doing I do not know,
Where I was going I cannot say.
I am melting at my core.
I know where I go; one step at a time
What I will do is clear,
Where I will go I can see clearly now.
I will be what I am needed,
Learn as I must,
Do what I have to.
And, in the end, find the way to you.
A way back.
It's always there, a thing of permanence,
The ocean ceases on every shore.