Greatest Adventure of AllDay by day I worship YouGreatest Adventure of All1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day by day I live for You
Day by day I live for You even when the sunsets
Day by day I worship You as You sit on Your throne beyond the sky
Life under the sun is meaningless without You
Life under the sun makes me purely stale even though the world lies
Life under the sun the world mocks; this is all there is they mock
Life under the sun is meaningless; You made all of us to live outside of ordinary life
Day by day You fill my life with adventures
Adventures that goes for horizon to horizon
Cliff to cliff and seas to seas
North to South and East to West
Day by day You fill my life with adventures
Adventures that anyone could only imagine beyond their own eyes
I worship You my Lord of Lords and You will always be
You send me on adventures in this life that makes me more into who I need to be for You
Day by day I worship You even when the seas get rough
Day by day I worship You even when I fall off the rocks
Day by day I worship You even when I can't seem to find
GoodbyeI wish I could go back in time,Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back to the day you said goodbye,
Because I can't shake the notion
That something wasn't right,
Maybe it was the look in your eye
When you told me that we would be fine,
I saw the flicker of regret, I swear,
Or is it just my overactive mind?
I wished we didn't have to part ways,
But you said there would be better days,
Did you just say that to comfort me?
Did you lie to me that time again?
I wish it hadn't ended here,
I didn't want you to disappear,
But you said it had to be done,
Precisely the words I feared,
And now I see you're gone for good
And I don't know if I should
Forget you and say goodbye,
Or wait to see if you return.
The Health Risks of Homosexuality HomosexualsThe Health Risks of Homosexuality3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
-are 50% more likely to suffer from depression (study done in the UK)
-are twice as likely to commit suicide
-live on average 24 years less than heterosexuals A (published in International Journal of Epidemiology)
-have 78% of their relationships lasting less than 3 years (study published in Homosexualities: A Study of Diversity Among Men and Women)
-are ranked as less happy than heterosexuals by the American Psychiatrist Association B (study published in Sexual Survey Number 4: Current Thinking on Homosexuality, Medical Aspects of Human Sexuality)
-pursue more counseling. 75% of lesbians reported seeking counseling in a study in 2000 (published in the Journal of Consulting and Clinical Psychology , National Lesbian Health Care Survey: Implications for Mental Health Care, and cited in Health Implications Associated with Homosexuality)
-are more likely to have domestic violence issues (among gay men) (publi
Sai is SickSummary: Sai is sick. His team decides it's the perfect time to shower him with TLC. Sai just wants to get some sleep.Sai is Sick3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: I considered making this an omake for Finding Home but thought it might ruin the seriousness of that piece so this'll be a separate one-shot. I read this old fanfic recently titled "Sick Days" by Totally Anime wherein everyone in Team 7 got sick except Sai. So I thought what if Sai got sick this time? This is not a continuation of that fanfic. It's completely independent and sort of influenced by J-dramas' romanticized ideas of the flu. Really? Flu = Romantic? I think not. Right, Sai?
Sai is Sick
by Yui (for KaregLUV15)
Bloodshot. Eyes won't open. Throat hurts when he swallows. Sai lifts a heavy hand and rubs his eyes that he manages to half-open for a moment. His vision is blurry and the walls seem to be moving around him so he shuts his eyes again. He slides his hand up to his forehead and feels t
only fools fall in loveif i plucked the moon from the studdedonly fools fall in love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wallpaper that is the sky, would you
still be able to find me in the stars?
no. but i still search for you in the tangled
spiderwebs that connect the walls to
the horizon's edges and the smeared
whispers leeching under the doorstep.
if only fools fall in love, then they'd
say we're the greatest mishap since
Shakespeare. but i'm fine with that
can't help falling in love with you.
hearti. it was once saidheart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that romantics had it worst;
they bleed out words onto
paper thin promises
hoping ink will catch and lay
all the roads they wish to travel.
ii. poets have this odd habit
of simply knowing metaphorical ways
to guess your most hidden secrets.
blurring words together,
scratching out an inevitable
loss with their soul, covering
and hiding the scars a pen causes
each time their hand embraces cool,
iii. artists are champions
at hide and seek.
they smear lies into
pigment and hope
whoever is skilled to view
past acrylic shaped falsities,
is also proficient in scouring
Pros and ConsIf con is the opposite of pro, why do we have Congress instead of Progress?Pros and Cons1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fend off a Jehovah's WitnessHow to Fend off a Jehovahs WitnessFend off a Jehovah's Witness6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Introduction: Just What IS a Jehovahs Witness?
Im sure youve met them. They wander door-to-door in areas of medium to low population, hand out pamphlets, and generally disturb the peace. Sometimes they wear special clothing. Sometimes they intrude on your privacy. Just about every time they are annoying.
They take their practices and worship of their god (Jehovah, better known as the Christian god) rather seriously. This could make them a formidable opponent in pairs or groups of three if you are alone, a non-believer, or simply wish to get them the heck away.
Method One: The Ritual Method
The Ritual Method only works if you have a number of willing friends/relatives at your disposal. Answer the door (in a dark robe, if possible) while friends/relatives are chanting nonsense in another room. Listen impatiently. Eventually interrupt and ask if they would like to complete your pentagram.
Method Two: The Name Method
the PassingThe Passingthe Passing3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Please see Artist's Comments for warnings and disclaimers)
Bumblebee sat in silence by the bedside, on the cold linoleum floor, looking to his hands, clasped on his lap. He prayed to Primus. He prayed that his friend wouldn't suffer when... when the time came.
'Bee?' An aged, tired voice called him. 'You there?'
'I'm here!' Bumblebee jumped to his feet and clasped his friend's hand when the other reached out, looking for him. 'How're you feeling?'
'Tired.' Spike replied, opening his eyes. 'How long have I been out?'
'Its almost... eleven in the day.' Bumblebee checked his internal chronometers and converted the time for Spike to understand. 'Do you want anything-'
'Where's Carly?' Spike asked.
'She's gone out.' Bumblebee replied, 'she should be back soon.'
It hurt to Bumblebee's very spark to lie to his friend, but he didn't want to hurt him with the truth. Carly had passed on five years ago. The entire Autobot team had been present at her funeral, just as they
The Death of the SignlessThe Death of the Signless2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The crowd of angry trolls shrieked and yelled around me, and the pounding of their feet shook the very ground. I heard none of it. I was barely aware of the Dolorosa beside me, frozen with the horror of what she was seeing. Or the Psiioniic, farther away and passed out. I remember them giving him a drug, to keep his powers suppressed. They must have given him too much. Not even the sharp bite of the irons digging into my skin as I struggled against the restraints really reached me. My only focus was on him, my love. They had strapped him high to the punishment jut, for all to see, for the high blood to watch. At first he held strong, even though they beat him, he didn't cry out. But... One can only take so much pain. With each new blow, he whimpered. Softly, softly, but it was there, hidden by the horrible jeers thrown at him. It felt as though I was the only one who could hear them, the only one who might be able to help him, and yet... I was being held back. Helpless. As I watched my
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 7: From Deep Within
Dark came out from the mirror in the Minish Woods which was still laid on the ground. It was as if he just came out of a swimming pool, grabbing onto the mirror's edges. He spotted Link near one of the fallen logs of the forest. With the magical cap in hand, he approached Link, who never turned back to look at him.
"Hey Link. I got it."
"Dark look at this."
Link turned around that made Dark's eyes widen and his mouth agape. What Link was holding in his hands was the stuffed cucco, Robin. It got a bit dirty due to the forest's dust and mud, but it can easily be rubbed off.
"Link, where'd you get him?" said Dark, not knowing whether he should be happy or baffled.
"I found him right here, on this trunk over here."
Dark still looked a bit bewildered, but he tried his best to shrug it off. He knew that there was something they both needed to go to and fast! He returned the cucco back to Link's house, then settled himself to their plan.
Scarlet Demon SacrificeScarlet Demon Sacrifice1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Scarlet number one was killed
From human hates and hand.
Brought up from his own grave,
He became the most feared.
Stronger than the gods
He had his agenda in mind.
He would avenge all of the chain demons that had lived.
Fell for (a) human
He could not draw her blood
Even for himself.
Starving himself to his death
He fought for all wrong
No such hunger could have been more any defeating.
Scarlet number two were twins
One male and one female.
Sibling fights and different paths,
They never got along.
Having children with someone else
That he did not care for
He betrayed and he was simply taken as a fool.
Mad Cyclops Tarian
Loved no one truly
He would die thinking of greed
No one’s there for him.
Not even his sister or wife would dig his grave
No one would know what remains of his lone ash.
Scarlet number three was free
Until when she married.
She became a slave to her
Unloving husband’s dad.
She would die with the Scarlet curse through her veins.
No way out
Sexual gameThe hotel room is emptySexual game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The curtains are closed
An envelope and a silk scarf are deposited on the bed
After having discovered the contents of the message
She begins to undress
She unbuttons her dress
She undoes her bra
She removes her thong
The cold of the hotel room hardens her breasts
She is lying on the bed
The silk scarf surrounds her green eyes
A mix of fear and desire permeates the atmosphere
The door of the bedroom opens slowly
A sweet voice resounds
The game can finally begin
All Our Yesterdays (Part 1)The sound of mama's heartbeat,All Our Yesterdays (Part 1)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her steady rhythmic breaths.
Light, sounds, in combination,
confusion and delight.
The sweet taste of mama's milk,
the warmth upon her lap.
My first steps toward tomorrow,
the first words on my tongue.
The sound of daddy's laughter,
how harsh is his rebuke!
My teacher looks like mommy,
lunch-time is my favorite.
Soccer practice after school,
homework every weeknight.
Football games and cheerleading,
homecoming in the fall.
Graduation - daddy cried,
boyfriend broke my heart.
College exams, party nights,
baby born in August.
Quit the university,
worked a full-time day job.
Married my baby's daddy,
bought our first little house...
(to be continued)
7 Reasons Why Christianity Over Islam7 Reasons Why I Choose Christianity Over Islam7 Reasons Why Christianity Over Islam4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1. Secure in my Salvation
-The Qur'an says, "O ye who believe! Turn unto Allah in sincere repentance! It may be that your Lord will remit from you your evil deeds and bring you into Gardens underneath which rivers flow, on the day when Allah will not abase the Prophet and those who believe with him. Their light will run before them and on their right hands; they will say: Our Lord! Perfect our light for us, and forgive us! Lo! Thou art Able to do all things," (66:8-9). Notice how it says if you are sincere you </i>may receive forgiveness.
-The problem there is this: how do you know you're sincere enough to be forgiven? If you say yes, are you being boastful? If you say no, are you being too humble?
-As a Christian, I know there is no 'may' or guesswork. By calling on the name of the Lord, I am Saved.
---The question is this: why would I, a Christian, give up my guaranteed Salvation in Jesus Christ when Muslims thems
Been there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt.I left my conscience on the doorstep alongBeen there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With my battered red sneakers,
As we curled ourselves into the floorboards of your attic.
Letting the dank air suffocate,
the screaming angels
Residing in the back of our lungs.
Aching to be burnt out with surges
Of nicotine fueled suicide.
We we’re the type to store pain in ounces
And place them in jars,
As though they held some kind of worth,
In a world in which pain is the latest trend.
Teenagers are the hormonal disease spread out like
A plague, that everyone grows out of
Or at least can medicate.
We were the lucky ones, who made it out alive,
Or so they say.
A chip off the shoulder
A fish in the sea
We we’re nothing special, just burnt out carcasses
Trying to get by.
We’d spend our days on concrete rooftops,
Humming constellations under our breaths
Hoping for our dilated pupils to focus on the ground ahead
And not the oncoming traffic.
I asked you what meeting me was like
And you replied
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
My Bleeding HeartI don't know who I amMy Bleeding Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've made no sense
my world is falling to pieces
and I don't understand why
my emotions are going wild
and I want them to stop
but I think it's a cry for help.
But I don't know who to look to
I don't know where to go
I have so many flaws
I see that
and I want nothing but to fix them
because I don't want to hurt anyone
I don't want to be difficult
or a burden
I want to be able to carry my own weight.
I can do this.
I've lost my footing
and I've fallen
but I don't recognize where I've landed
The girl of my reflection
those are my tears
but I can't cry.
I have to be okay
I have to be.
Why is there this standard?
why is it that society has made it
so that we have to be happy in public?
it's awkward or weird
or shameful or wrong
to cry in public
to break down in front of others
how dare you inconvenience them
with your problems.
how dare you!
who can I vent to then?
Together We Are StrongAloneTogether We Are Strong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sharp dart
I am someone to adore
I am the person you would wish for
I am head in everything
Look at all I bring
We blind eyes
We are tied with twine
Our skills combined
United is how we belong
Together we are strong
The Story Of The Bench From the top of a grand tree, a single brown leaf, having been buffeted by the breeze, broke free from its branch and floated gently down, coming to rest gently on an old wooden park bench. It sat there for a few minutes, amongst others of its kind, until a woman came along and brushed it and several other dry brown leafs from the seat, replacing them with her rear.The Story Of The Bench1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The woman sat only for a minute, however, before standing up and pacing behind the bench, checking her watch frequently, rubbing her hands together and otherwise jittering. As she paced, she noticed a couple, a young boy and a young girl, walking arm in arm down the sidewalk.
“Honey-man,” the girl whispered as she kissed the boy on his cheek.
“Sugar-plum,” he whispered back, kissing the girl’s forehead. The two were, at that point, right in front of the bench, and the boy nudged the girl’s side to indicate it before the
...i stand facing the wind...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i can
feel the world hit
me at a 1000
i can take a blow
UntitledThe girlUntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the D's,
and the grades
has a secret.
On the weekend,
the girl indulges in it,
lets it eat her soul
and encompass it
in the heat.
On the weekends,
she turns off her phone,
which flies off the hook
every other day,
dons a coat
she won't need in
and goes to a club.
Not a club you'd expect
a girl her size
More like a group
who gather towards
On the weekend,
the girl goes
and loses herself
to the beast
that feels like god
on her skin,
that flames away the sins
on her mind,
that devours her in a way
she'd never feel otherwise.
She loses her feet
in the smoke
till she's broken
every rule inside her,
and it feels good,
this hidden thing,
this stroke of genius,
this secret fling.
Then when the magic's faded,
the genius is gone,
and morning is peeping
over the horizon;
she trudges home
with the secret
still tucked in
her breast pocket.
And until the