i miss yousometimes i pretendi miss you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that youre still here with me
that when i wake alone in bed
youre just making me my morning tea
but birds cant mask the noises
you dont make
and your clothes have lost their smell
the pillow man wont hug me back
- he doesnt know me well
throughout the day i listen hard
thinking that youre
i lull myself into peace
till i believe my lie
i run to the phone expectantly
and drown in disappointment when
its not your voice i hear
i dont know how to tell you this
Ask for helpMy child, when the waters of life seem bitter, talk to me and see what I have for you.Ask for help4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Moses cried out when my people complained in the desert. They only saw the size of their need, not my ability to provide. They forgot that I created water to sustain life, and that I always delight to supply what my people need.
Just as I demonstrated my power when the Israelites sojourned in Egypt, I showed them my power in the desert. Let me do the same for you. When you're facing similar situations, be quicker to ask for help than you are to complain. And remember that I am always here when you need me. I can turn things around, my child. I can turn those bitter situations sweet.
Who I was and Who I amWho I was and Who I am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be..
Overly concerned with my appearance and how people viewed me.
A people pleaser, rather than God pleaser.
Obsessed with things of the world.
All I wanted was love and I looked in all the wrong directions.
I used to be so angry, judgemental and pessimistic about who I was and I never trusted
I wanted to look like everyone else, act and speak like everyone else.
I finally wanted and was determined to fit in.
I wanted to be beautiful and thought of as being beautiful.
I lowered my standards of myself to fit on their level.
Instead of standing up for others and what I believed in, I made compromises.
Flattery got in the way and I even mocked others that were similar to who
I really was inside.
I was never popular, but more than I ever had been in my life.
I thought I really had life figured out and all would only get better.
I was on cloud nine and was so pleased to have so many friends and friends that
would stand up for me!
My Life Belongs to JesusMy Life Belongs to Jesus12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Life Is Yours
My sins – my faults – my ignorance,
my humanity that brought Him pain,
my lies shed innocent blood,
I've turned my back to grace,
I've put my eyes to darkness.
My heart turns cold with every beat,
and so I lay the cross aside,
betraying life itself, betraying Christ.
My head hangs low, but not enough,
may it swing as a pendulum,
swaggering in the lowest dregs.
Lord, I know You are real,
I know You are my God.
Why for me? Why this way?
My life is Yours, forever.
A Testimony of a Broken ChristianI know that there are people out there who are so against Christ, but... if they only just try to seek His love, if they open up just a little... they will know what they're missing. That emptiness people talk about won't be there anymore. But I don't blame most people, we Christians are a poor example of who Christ really is. We fight with each other, we accuse each other without knowing one another's circumstances or backgrounds. Basically, we are very hypocritical at times.A Testimony of a Broken Christian3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What can I say? We're still human. Our hypocritical, and judgmental behavior is part of our sinful flesh. It's the very reason we're still going to the temple for congregation. I wouldn't say we go to Church because... well, we ARE the Church. All of us believers, as imperfect and sinful as we are. Yet, Jesus loves us.
He's there for the drug addict, the prostitute, the deaf, the cancerous, the murderer, the homosexual. He's there for all of us. He DIED for all of us, and rose again to show us that He is God. It
Science? Or God?Science? Or God?4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
An atheist professor of Philosophy was speaking to his class on the problem Science has with GOD. He asked one of his new Christian Students to stand and . . .
Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
professor: Is GOD all powerful ?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created
I Am A TherianthropeSomeone asked me the other day what my definition of therianthropy is.I Am A Therianthrope7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Whenever I hear this question, I am sure that I am about to be ridiculed and rejected. But then again, I usually think Im about to be ridiculed and rejected, so I suppose thats not relevant.
Firstly, theres really no way to explain the way I feel when Ive shifted. I am not thinking in English, my mind doesnt form words like culture says it should. I dont think about what I am, or whats happened earlier, or whats happening later. I think about whatsthatsmell or iseesomethingmoving. And nothing else really matters because thisisnow and iamhere.
Mind you, of course I know that I am never fully animal or fully human. Its my sliding bar of life. Now Im 30% animal, 70% human. Yesterday I was 80% animal, 20% human. Roughly, you know.
Im struggling to put my definition into words right now, because it seems so complex and yet so simple
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هنــآكـ أُنـــآس .. مهــمآ كنــتـ أتخــيّــل حــجم حزنــي ..
"على فرآقهــمـ .. " لأن وصلــهم أمرّ وأصعــب ..
إلى أنـنــي اكتشــفتـ أنني لم أعرفــ طعم السعآدهـ وجمآل الحيــآ
The Broken Glass ..::The Broken Glass ..4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
حاول إعادة ذلك الكأس المكسور .. كما كان ..
دون خدوش أو أي فتآتٍ مفقود ..
كذلك هي العلاقات في حيآتكـ ..
إن هشّمــت إحداها بحمآقتكـ ..
فمن المستـحيل إرجآعــهـا كما كانت ..
حتى وإن أص
By the White WolfBy the White Wolf4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
It's time to follow her
Time for the finial journey
Time for you to rest
By the White Wolf
I was brokenI was broken.I was broken1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart was broken in pieces, so long ago that I couldn't even remember when it broke.
It wasn't like having a broken heart from love sickness, when your heart shatters all at once.
No, mine just gradually eroded and crumbled down over the years.
Sure, I tried fixing it. One little piece at the time. But every time I managed to fix a part, it just got broken down again.
And eventually I stopped trying to fix it. It felt like a waste of time anyway.
I carried the broken pieces of heart with me. Sealed in a box, deep inside my inner core.
The box was packed packed well.
And I made sure to not shake it too hard, because otherwise the splinters would hit me and it would hurt.
The pieces were only there only to serve one purpose; to fuel my inspiration for art.
It was the one thing that I did enjoy doing.
By the time I was 18 years old, I'd already seen so much in life, that I became numb to it.
And I was convinced that I would end up either
Sokoon ..::Sokoon ..4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
أعــيش حآلةً من السكــون ..
هدوووء في مشآعـــري وأحآآسيسيــ ..
بعض المــلل .. مع بعض الخــوف ..
ربمــآ كآن هذا الهدوء الذي يســبق العآصفــهـ ..
وربمــآ كآن هذا الهدووء الأخـــ
Blessed With A Curse- Ch10Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch104 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lovino wondered why he even bothered.
He stood in the stuffy kitchen, making yet another pizza. This place... it wasn't anything special; it was just a small restaurant on the high street which attracted tourists rather than locals. He often wondered if he could move on to bigger and better things but a part of him told him why bother? He had a stable job, along with his brother, and they were earning money to get them by, so why should he quit? If he did, he would only have a hard enough time finding another job... so leaving this one was risky.
Feliciano had often talked about opening a restaurant together. Lovino, obviously, had shot him down with all the disadvantages of doing that and the plan was abandoned.
"It would never work," he had told Feliciano the day he had suggested it, "It would be too difficult."
"Ve, why?" the younger brother had questioned innocently
Love after DeathLove After DeathLove after Death6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Amy had tried to protect Sonic from being killed, and was now on her deathbed, only alive by some random machines. Only that was keeping Amy tethered to the land of the living. Sonic couldn't face her. He couldn't tell her that everything wouldn't be alright. He had already had to do that once with Cosmo's death and the death of other friends through out the years. But to explain to Amy that she would never see the light of day again... it was too much.
"Sonic, she's not going to last much longer..." he heard Tails whisper to him. All their voices were gone. They had all been crying, worrying away. Even Knuckles had shed a few tears. Amy had been like a sister to all of them. The idea of losing her... No one wanted to go through that.
"Tails, I can't... How can I go in there... know that she... she's going to... because of me...?" Sonic croaked, his eyes puffy and red. But still, he knew he had to talk to her. To tell her the pain wouldn't last much longer.
He walked i
paper snowflakes. (maxie x reader)Fold. Crease. Fold. Unfold. Sheets upon sheets of white and papers decorated with candy canes and star-trimmed trees are twisted into various shapes, until they lie on the floor at their feet, wrung into a gorgeously flowery pattern. At her side, he watches her movements, any emotion that might have been in those grey eyes distorted by dusty panels of glass. At times, his own fingers move to mimic hers, if only for the briefest of seconds.paper snowflakes. (maxie x reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He clearly shows no interest in the activity, yet she presses on.
It is Christmas Eve, so why is she not with her family and instead sitting in the pitiful recreational room of a jail with outlaws? It makes no sense to him whatsoever, and this irritates him. For he is used to knowing everything, and even if the tiniest scrap of information is lost to him he is driven into a silent rage.
“Why do you do this?”
His voice, dull from disuse cracks through the air like a whip. She sits up straight, startled.
“What do you mean?
What a Tryst: Chapter 2 Part 1A week went by faster than I’d expected it to. Getting used to a new school had taken a lot out of me. I felt exhausted, both mentally and emotionally. Thankfully, the workload had been light (most of the material had already been covered at my old school).What a Tryst: Chapter 2 Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
South Boston High School wasn’t especially different from my last school, after all, aside from Savanna’s occasional guitar in the hallways, and Jonathan’s randomly slapping me on the back between classes. Alice had a habit of walking right into people whenever she walked down the hallways, her nose always buried in a book. Sarah was never to be seen without her baseball and mitt. She was always playing catch with herself; I wondered if they overlooked that during classes.
Alice had caught me staring a few more times. I couldn’t really help it; she had such striking features. Her expressions were priceless when she was reading; it was the only time she seemed to smile or laugh or even look sad. Other ti
SilhouetteSilence is a silhouetteSilhouette5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of pain, lost
Of words, of voice, of sight
Loss is a way to find the pieces of self
Pairing down to necessity
Heartbeat, breath and blood
Love is a shadow
Of soul, found
Of depth, of passion, of faith
Gaining the way to find peace of self
A Second Chance at True Love 5A Second Chance at True Love Part 5A Second Chance at True Love 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A SonAmy Story
(Warning lots of love ahead)
It was the 4th day that Sonic was with Amy and he awoke early in the morning before Amy awoke. He made sure he snuck out of the cottage and did his morning run before Amy woke up. Once he returned from his run he noticed that it was only 6 a.m. so he decided to make breakfast for Amy for a change. He did not know much about cooking but he started up a breakfast of Amys favorite meal, pancakes with bacon and a grapefruit. Lucky for Sonic he adored this combination of food as well as he began to flip the pancakes. After about 20 minutes he had finished a two large stacks of pancakes with two grapefruits sliced in half and a pile of bacon to top it all off. Sonic then searched for 2 TV trays and after looking for 10 minutes he found two blue and pink ones. He placed the full plates of food on the trays and grabbed two cups of coffee with his secret formula of mocha flavor. He brought it in his bed room a
Crossed times 13-Calm before..Crossed times 13-Calm before..4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 13 Calm before the storm.
"You should have stayed with the target! Because of this the assassin is now gone and Abstergo expect us to pick up the pieces!" Randell yelled at Cross from across his large desk, Cross himself didn't so much as flinch at the others rage, he stood there like he was made of stone strong and resolute.
"I have no excuses sir, once the assassin was within the compound and they strapped him to that machine, I figured they didn't need me any further I should have known better, that the assassin would escape and that Zeus would come after him" Cross said softly as he watched the General pace back and forth in agitation "What do we do now?"
"I don't know" Randell said sounding exasperated as he fell into his large chair with a sigh "According to the reports, Altair didn't have what Abstergo wanted and their other escapee Desmond Miles is now missing, we know he's within the city but other than that we have no clues... we have to suspect that Zeus
Someone Like Me.Someone Like Me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dreamt of a kiss, and I wonder how you are.
We don't really talk anymore.
I told you I love you, and you looked away.
Why would you want somebody like me..
This place is infected with memories,
Infected with you..
My veins turn black and I bleed right through.
I reached out and you turned away.
Why would you hurt somebody like me..
We laid in the streets,
While the stars crystallized the ground.
I could feel your heart beat,
And our glass walls fell down.
I asked you to stay,
But you pushed me away.
Why would you leave somebody like me..
I dreamt of the death of us,
And I woke up crying.
You said it gets even the best of us,
But I thought you were lying.
You said you were meant for better things.
I held on by a thread I tied to your finger,
In place of a ring.
But impatience wore it loose, creased it with care.
So I made it a noose, to hang in the air.
You fit it to my neck, watched as lips turned blue.
"How could anyone love somebody like you?"