1Samuel 3:5I heard His voice from o so far1Samuel 3:54 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
from where I slept He bid me come
I rose from bed and beckoned "Lord...wherefore art Thou?Thy voice is calling me..."
The voice from which the Heavens sound
echoed upon the earthly grounds
the light above the stars ablaze
the Lord God standeth before me I knelt prostrate
my face is stained with sin and filth
of which is far from God's righteousness
I am unworthy to stand before Him...let alone gaze at His holy face
Then I felt a warmth...a hand
took mine own and made me stand
He said "Do not be afraid...daughter...flesh of woman and man
be not afraid to stand..."
His voice sounded like a distant thunder which echoed of a prophetic rain...
I shivered at the prospect of
standing before the Man whose hands had maketh me from the womb of a mother
whose will had wrought an iron will
to make me ...a mortal...what is His will....for me?
He stood right there and said
"Look child...I call thee now, discern long and hard
art thou made for this?...Search thy heart
The Grim ReaperThe Grim Reaper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He waits for me patiently
With wide open arms
Ready to take me to my grave
To my long-awaited death
He becomes my father
My protecter on Earth
Soon he will carry me away
To a place beyond heaven and hell
He comforts me in the night
Hands me the razor on my darkest days
Ready to hear my sad tales
And coax me to fall to death
He tells me of a world
Filled with isolation and pain
A world that would feel like home
Soon I will be ready to leave
He catches the tear drops
As if each one were precious
He begs me to look in the mirror
As I run the razor across my skin
Each mark tells a story
Of which he plays a main part
My dear, sweet Grim Reaper
Will send me to a place of hurt and torture
For which I happily think of
As I slide the cool metal deep into my skin
And watch the ruby droplets slither down my arm
While the Grim Reaper joyfully looks on
Proud of his new victim
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.Goodnight Enigmatic Song11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
There Stands the GrassDuring my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve met, there is one event that I will never forget.There Stands the Grass11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was on a guided safari tour in Kenya, in the Hell’s Gate National Park, which received its name from the steep cliffs that opened up like a demon’s jaws. Was I wrong for going there in the first place? Well, no sane person should ever venture to a place called Hell’s Gate. I was wit
Share SHAREShare2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Share my Breath with your Smile,
Share my Dreams with your Light,
Share my Dark with your Beauty,
Share my Dance with your Fire,
Share my Scream with your Silence,
Share my Pain with your Flesh,
Share my Love with your Eyes.
In Dreams, I flyIf I believe I can fly, then let meIn Dreams, I fly11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What does it matter to you if I fall?
If my heart lies in the sky, forget me.
For then I wont remember you at all.
Your love is today, but what for morrow
Your promise is now, but what for tonight?
These lies you speak do fill me with sorrow
But up in the stars, my hopes lie so bright.
In sleeping away the cold December
My slumber lies all my worries to rest.
Inside of me, my heart cant remember
The last time the sun came up from the west
If I believe I can be what Im not
Forget me for life, and the love I sought.
AmphiprionAmphiprion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been a bloodless fish tossed about
with wild blank eyes -- whiter than the foam that smashed me
into rocks that flaked my scales and sent them scattering
gold vermillion flashing at the knees of stinking fishermen
that bent to taste me,
one hand in the folds of their trousers where they started to stiffen
and the edges of their boots all caked with guts.
With salt crust forming in the corners of their lips they turned
to face each other, to shake hands or
compare rod size -- I made this community!
A limp queen rotting into water where I lay with seagull shit and algae scum
that floated and coated the mouths of babes and still I heard
carried in the wind to sluice my innards from cliff faces
and flavour all the oceans with part of me.
I have been a wailing cadaver, slinging hooks to ships
and several first mates drunk recalled a mermaid, though they can't
stand the stink of the sediment under their fingernails at night.
With the lack of light and of cou
Me.Anorexic.Me.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hair is growing longthank god for x-acto knives andmy hair is growing long8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
marking pins and heroine
addicts and you.
thank god for good music.
and thanksgiving meals and
grandmas and spanish teachers that
actually care about you.
thank god for
quizbowl teams and gay sponsors and
that give you strength even while
thank god for sandwiches and mothers and
thank god for blue gatorade and
little girls’ dreams and
leather ballet shoes.
thank god for hair bows and tutus and
a stage made up of glass.
thank god for hamstrings and
thank god for dazy
and little lion manes.
thank god for big paws and
wasp stings and
thank god for sally.
thank god for self-destruction.
and thank god for signs.
thank god for twin sisters and
best friends and
conjoined hips and most of all:
thank god for support.
thank god for love and
care and tragedy
and train tracks lit up in the dark
Perils of an Anime ConventionPerils of an Anime Convention7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Youre a schoolgirl dressed in a very revealing costume.
Thats probably illegal. Take your pass.
Youre a grown man looking for schoolgirls dressed in very revealing costumes.
That should be illegal. Take your pass.
Youre a grown man dating a schoolgirl dressed in a very revealing costume.
Id say thats illegal. Take your pass.
Youre a grown man dressed in a very revealing schoolgirl costume.
There is no God.
Just take your pass.
No, I do not want to trade pokemon with you.
Get away from me.
No, I do not want to be owned, in Smash Brothers.
Get away from me.
No, I do not want to join your live action roleplay group.
Get away from me.
No. I do not care how good your Charizard is.
I do not want to trade pokemon with you.
Just get away from me.
The fangirls decided to introduce me to Yaoi.
It might just be the bright lights, but I swear, my eyes are burning.
The fanboys decided to introduce me to Hentai
Einstein. My Hero.A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"Einstein. My Hero.7 years ago in Historical More Like This
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"
"Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at t
Moving On“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.Moving On6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husband came running into the kitchen. We watched his mother rearrange my cabinets, turning tea-cup handles to the left instead of the right. My hands twitched.
“Ma, stop it!” he said, exasperation coloring his voice. “Put these things back, they were fine where they were!”
"No," she said, her voice heavily-accented. "I will take
Jeff the Killer: Jeff x reader Chapter 2Hey guys i'm back yayay yeah. So i was grounded for a unknown reason therefore my mom took my baby (My laptop > .<) anyway here chapter two and yeahJeff the Killer: Jeff x reader Chapter 27 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter two ^3^
You woke up to Jeff opening the door to your so called ‘room’. He sat at the edge of the bed with his back towards you. He stay like that for a few moments, then he spoke. “You know something...(Name), the reason why didn’t kill you yet is because I can’t...” You looked at him with big eyes. What the... He can’t kill me. “You killed my brother but you can’t kill me. What the hell is your problem!?” You yelled at him. He have the fucking guts to stab you brother your only brother but didn’t have the guts to kill a girl...
He turned to you and looked dead into your eyes, you were still in the same sleeping clothes that you were wearing before he took you, but it was stained with blood and was w
Perpetual MotionInformation these days is always moving us,Perpetual Motion7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweeping us along in a relentless wind
of news flashes, tweets, texts, likes...
But today I saw something that stopped me.
A single fragment among the ten thousand
flashing past my eyes
It was no global catastrophe.
No illness, no casualty,
no celebrity gossip.
In summary, it was
about two people,
one of whom I have not met.
And yet that tuft of a story,
cosmically weighing less
than the drifting seed of a dandelion,
stopped me in my tracks
like the rasp of a bolt sliding into place
on the other side of the door you just passed through,
the door marked "How Things Were".
Such an adult word.
Such a responsble word.
A word that implies regularity,
A word that implies
there will be no more
"study session until 3am because
we are so going to get our asses kicked by this exam
but we would rather go down with too little sleep
than go down with too little fight".
Although 'graduated' sort of s
this is not a suicide notewhat would change if i left?this is not a suicide note7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you wear your sadness
like a bullet-- raw and fresh and
slung, chafing, into solemn chambers;
or would you swallow it down
to poison your lungs,
steal your breath & dissolve
the remnants of me?
would you smoke yourself out,
a pyre of anger in one fist
smouldering with resentment--
unfueled but hot and bright and
burning our love to ashes;
or would you hang it,
trailing, coiled around your neck
where it will catch, untenanted,
on shards of me and tighten
to choke you?
would you throw in the towel
and jump, too, unfettered
without my soul;
or would you just breathe butterflies,
an exultation of relief and gratitude?
101252IRIDESCENCE101252IRIDESCENCE10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how dimly now the stars shine.
she melts him
and her serene half-life
is a steam-
and those nuclear night-
stars, to light the dawn
and she dances in the
"moonshiningdown on us"
one irradiated stare
against his spacetime,
and he is a melt-pool
thus, her iridescence,
her soft isotopic lips.
she is a chain-
reaction, and how dimly
now the stars shine
© 2004 jesse michael renaud
All Dreams Turn To NightmaresMy dreamsAll Dreams Turn To Nightmares3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To ash between your
Used to hold mine
When i was falling
UntitledWarning: Contains male weight gain (kinda) and some boy on boy action. It may also require some suspension of disbelief.Untitled4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There's a moment when you know. There's that one moment of realization, that sharp sudden jolt of reality. Dustin couldn't believe how long it had taken for that moment to come, because now that he had realized, now that he knew, he couldn't believe he had ever missed it.
For Dustin, the moment hadn't come during his first semester of college, though that was when it had all began. It hadn't come the second either. The moment hadn't come at all until now, as he stood frozen in a stall of the deserted men's bathroom, staring, half horrified half transfixed. The moment hadn't come during one of those long evenings in the cafeteria, nor during one of those hot showers in the community bathroom. It hadn't come when his abs faded. It hadn't come when he'd outgrown the first pair of jeans, or the second, or even the third. It hadn't come when
...Maybe I'm naive because there are certain things I don't understand...6 years ago in Other More Like This
Like why we care about people who don't know us
Or why we love people who don't want us
Or why we get angry over things that don't concern us
Maybe I'm cold and bitter because there are certain places I can't go
Or people I can't see
Or songs I can't listen to anymore because they remind me of things I hate
And as much as I try to understand them, I can't
Maybe we're all different brands of crazy
Certain brands like hurting the body
Certain brands go for the mind
Me, I go for the heart because I'm a different brand than everybody else
Or maybe I've just lost it
Because I hate seeing liars
And people who use people
Get everything they want
While the rest of us sit back and remember what we've lost
Rusty CageDon't perch me upon a cotton cloudRusty Cage1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or quarter me by the country lake;
No fields of grain inspire me now,
Nor misty hues above the creek.
I have seen too many daffodils
And belle bluebells too pall my soul,
These mockingjays do not arouse
A drop of woe, a drip of joy.
Instead set me off upon a barge
Where the shadows meet, by day or night;
Off to a shade where silence unites
With her soundless charms of quietude.
And leave my haunt with little tint
A monochrome wind, a fickle farewell,
And write to me once every fortnight
From the confines of your recent grave.
And here let there be no robin's song,
No blackbird's lay, no warbler's hymn,
Leave me be in my rusty cage:
The throne of human creation.
Professional EulogistThe only dry eyeProfessional Eulogist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Belongs to the perennial pallbearer.
His countenance cold, even in Kelvin.
Pine forests falling,
Fields somewhere filling with his friends,
They're carving out quarries
And ghostwriting eulogies.
People wonder aloud what's wrong with him.
He knows Dionysus drowns more men,
Venus takes more lives than Mars,
Walking on traintracks,
Eyes crossed like stars.
There's no ghosts left in this town.
In a real city of angels,
In a time called black suit season,
Death is a dial tone.
biting my nails is almost better.i have this habitbiting my nails is almost better.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of missing the people
that are still in my life
and loving the ones
who i will never meet,
and the places
i fear i will not go.
Song of RaineShe scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.Song of Raine6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pictures the sunset in a distant land.
She dreams of places, where she'd be free.
With clouds as far as the eyes could see.
And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,
While I would watch from my window pane.
With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;
The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...
Following ChristFollowing Christ,Following Christ1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not for the weak-minded,
Not for the casual,
Not for the people,
Who don’t take anything seriously.
Is not for the self-righteous,
Not for the proud,
Not for the people,
Who love sin.
Requires complete devotion,
Requires complete submission,
Requires a love for Him so great,
That it seems like you hate your family.
Provides you with grace,
But the grace is not cheap,
It comes with a price.
Does not mean you can sin more,
So that you can receive more grace.
Grace was given,
So we know the consequence of sin,
And so we sin no more.
Is not the the easiest path,
Is not the popular path,
Is not the comfortable path,
Is not the convenient path,
But following Christ,
Is the better path.