Forgiveness of TransgressionsAbba Father, help me be,Forgiveness of Transgressions9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forgive me for my iniquity
The sins I had You bore for me,
on the cross at Calvary.
The Blood You shed
on Golgotha's head,
was life for me in eternity.
For those who believe,
they shall receive;
out of repentance,
their death sentence
and nailed it to the cross for me.
He rose again,
to rule and reign; our Lord
and Living King!
Where now, O Death,
is your deadly sting?
for You, it is,
that hath carried me
How Could I Ever DoubtHow Could I Ever DoubtHow Could I Ever Doubt5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
(The following is a true story.)
How could I ever doubt? I fight doubt constantly but in many ways I wonder to myself why? I ask myself this because of something that happened to me in 1995. Although I guess I should start from the beginning: I lost my dad in November of 1992 and in my senior year of high school the only thing that mattered to me was my family.
However for some unknown reason that year a freshman decided he was going to fight me but would never attempt to do anything unless he had at least 6 friends with him. So one day it came to blows and I put him on the floor hard. After that he would tell me every day how he was going to beat the crap out of me and honestly it felt like a game to me...something to look forward to.
Although this changed very quickly the day he told me he had found out where I lived and he was coming after me and my family. At that moment I felt some
a beautiful prayer.I asked God to take away my habit.a beautiful prayer.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.
path to dublin or somewhereThe path to Dublin is a devout nomad, wandering this way and that under the feet of a season sprinting off into a little town to smolder in the field or in the sky, to end a life turned over on its colder side. The path to Dublin is covered in dust. Sometimes it is disturbed by hooves crested with uncertain horseshoes or feet guided by a mind too shy to ask faith for directions.path to dublin or somewhere5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes it remembers that the weight of the world once plodded above its head, curved its spine. Sometimes it just forgets and winds itself to the edge of a cliff where a lighthouse stands waving its yellow-sleeved arm in the distance, claiming to know where a road can finish its earthly sprawl into eternity.
Sometimes I think the path to Dublin is a river gone dry. The way autumn paddles desperately about as if it died drowning in another life leads me to believe this. The way the path wrinkles and scabs by simply running into a night's chill tells me that it spent its childhood on the leash of the sea, but
Fanfiction essay of deathFanfiction: How Not to SuckFanfiction essay of death7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Written by Sara Pike
Its a funny thing, fanfiction. Its both the light of my life and the bane of my existence. On one hand, its the best way I know to relieve my fangirlish frustrations with certain fandoms, clear out my creative pores and have some fun writing. On the other hand, the online writing scene is filled with the most horrible shit ever written and fanfiction makes it all the worseits one thing to see some characters you dont know acting stupid; its something else to see your hero acting stupid.
So after seven long, tortuous years in the throes of fandom, I contribute this: my guide to writing halfway-decent fanfiction. It may not be pretty. It might be unnecessarily harshbut if youve read as many bad fanfics as I have, youd be harsh too.
Plot and Characters
If I see one more Zim fanfic about Zim finding out that the Tallest hate him and running to Dib f
Choice Libertarian Quotes"Government seems to operate on the principle that if even one individual is incapable of using his freedom competently, no one can be allowed to be free." -- Harry BrowneChoice Libertarian Quotes7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Throughout history, government has proved to be the chief instrument for thwarting man's liberty. Government represents power in the hands of some men to control and regulate the lives of other men." --Barry Goldwater
"The nine worst words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'" --Ronald Reagan
"The constitution is an instrument, above all, for LIMITING the functions of government." --Barry Goldwater
"There is no such thing as a good tax." --Winston Churchill
"It's wrong for someone to confiscate your money, give it to someone else, and call that 'compassion.'" -- Harry Browne
"Collecting more taxes than is absolutely necessary is legalized robbery." --Calvin Coolidge
"We don't have a trillion dollar debt because we haven't taxed enough; we have a trillion dollar debt because we
g-rain evident-sYour subtle curvesg-rain evident-s8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
a river's spills
until we reach
beach and banded
sands of brine deltas
near as nothing else
what dwells seaside
to real waves
this place we
me with a
Exotic Girl - Hiro x ReaderExotic Girl - Hiro x Reader5 days ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
~~~Author's Note: Woah. This is my FIRST sci-fi romance I have ever written! I am giddy with excitement! Like who would have thought I would have written one? Anyway, this took me weeks to think of and create. Hope you enjoy. Thank you~~~
Grease covered hands swept back the unruly tresses of black hair covering Hiro Hamada's face. His dark chocolate eyes which were so absorbed in concentration that when he finished his work, they eventually flicked up in relief.
"Finally finished" He sighed. Setting down a wrench back down to its proper place, Wasabi came from behind Hiro's invention smiling; equally grimy. Go-Go huffed landing on a leather armchair while Fred and Honey Lemon collapsed in exhaustion on the worn couch.
"Ugh! That took so long!" Go-Go put an arm over her eyes breathing heavily. Honey Lemon patted her head gaining GoGo's harsh glare, "Its okay. At least we finished it together"
A growl resonated in the room making everyone turn to Fred. He put his hand
Gravity of Devils [three] Jack FrostandPitch BlackGravity of Devils [three] Jack FrostandPitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [three]
Jack leaves Pitch for many months after that night, living alone in the cold Arctic where the snow falls endlessly and the glaciers reflects what little sunlight there is like mirrors planted deep within the crust of the Earth. He doesn’t mind not seeing children on a daily basis—in fact, right now he prefers it that way—but when he’s back in his element, he feels a little more at home. At least it’s not the desert, Jack thinks spiritedly.
It was on this day that Jack let his thoughts wonder to perhaps the darkest parts of his mind—back to the night he left the Boogeyman on a cold, stormy mountain. The gravity of Pitch was intoxicating, and Jack couldn’t get enough of the elder spirit even if he tried. Jack didn’t know if it was love or lust that had kept Pitch tied to the his side for so long, but he hoped that it was the former—or at least, he knew it was the latter, he just hop
Powder WhitePowder White7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White powder removes the blush from her face,
Settles into the curves of her form.
Black line falters along her brow,
Rouge presses into her cheek carved from stone.
The corset strains to contain,
Her waist, nipped to perfection.
Breasts cradled, pushed up toward her chin,
Where a single beauty spot alights.
Hair swept up in loose tendrils,
Wild curls pinned carefully into place.
Pools of dark for eyes, sparkling with
Timeless elegance and cunning.
The light of innocence long since faded,
A jaded heart takes and never gives.
The memory of a true love now a shade,
As she passes through the endless days at court.
Her web of jewels and lace entice;
Indulgent in luxury, and still a dangerous mystery.
Mistress of many,
Servant to none.
Enveloped in the bosom of satin pillows,
Skirts full like a ship in sail.
She navigates the palace halls and bedrooms.
All count her steps, hoping she will glide towards them.
She welcomes youth into her arms, though it is leaving her.
But time brings experie
What's Your Middle Name?I don't recall telling you my last nameWhat's Your Middle Name?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Of course, you learned it from the others,)
In fact, I don't remember telling you where I live either.
(The gossipy Barbie Dolls that judge purely on looks,)
Or which window was to my bedroom.
(The dogs that trail after me like they have a shot)
I don't think we talked much about my family,
(But it doesn't matter does it?)
Do you know what my favorite food is?
(That's insignificant, though,)
Or my favorite color?
(Of course you do! I told you, when you were asking me all those ridiculously inconsequential questions about myself)
In fact what's your favorite color?
(I didn't ask, I was too embarrassed by your unearthly elegance)
What did you like to eat before you were changed?
(Not that it matters, you can't eat it anyways)
What do you like to read?
(Why do I care?)
What are your hobbies?
Do you fish?
(I love movies)
Do you write?
(I hate gym class, I'm so absurdly clumsy)
You play piano
Role-play 1011. IntroductionRole-play 1017 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Welcome. I've been wanting to do this for quite some time now and only now I found the time and patience to write this. This is supposed to be a guide and help anyone who wants to know how to Role-play, which is commonly referred to as RP. But first, I want to clear up some things. I'm not doing this out of arrogance or to show that I am superior in any way. I've been around the chat rooms and I've seen a lot of people that do not know how to RP. Some of them are newbies, some are n00bs, yet most people in chat rooms don't make any differences between them. Therefor, since no one will help them, I decided to do something about this. It's a general guideline which contains the basis of RPing. You can choose to follow this or not and I hope that it will help both people that don't know how to RP at all and those that need some 'working' on their skills. Also, I do not consider myself the best RPer of the world or God's gift to RPing. I have my flaws, but I also wan
The One Where The Cake IgnitesThe One Where The Cake Ignites9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Phoebe is in Central Perk with Ross.
Ross is writing a poem to Rachel,
unlikely as this may seem. Phoebe
listens to him recite it, then Chandler
walks in on the last few lines: "And Joey
is a noey like Hannukah with Monica,
so you see, you're left with me." "Monica
and Hannukah?" says Chandler. "Gee, Ross,
I thought you quit poetry." (Titles) Joey,
elsewhere, is cooking with Rachel.
They're baking a birthday cake for Chandler.
Joey's idea. They're counting on Phoebe
to keep him stalled. So, naturally, Phoebe
tells Chandler to write a poem for Monica.
"It's Phoebe's poetry workshop!" Chandler
relents, but writes four lines for Ross:
"Oh Ross/So cross/Becoss/Of Rachel."
Monica arrives in the flat to find Joey
and Rachel cooking. She screams. Joey
belts her - she falls unconscious. Phoebe
senses violence, contacts Rachel
psychically. "Something just happened to Monica!"
Chandler's ode has riled Ross.
He demands satisfaction from Chandler,
produces two pistols, whereupon Chandler
Post-Sulpha SituationAn act of mercy is easily defined is an action that ends the suffering of another in the quickest, most humane way possible. Lives aren't always spared, nor are they forgotten. An act of mercy is the human nature working at its best. Not acting for itself, but for the sake of others. To see your enemy, nearly dead, laying before you; to take him away, stitch him up and return him to his people would be an act of mercy. A poor creature lay crippled for the remainder of its years, unable to live it's life as it did; a bullet through its brain would end its suffering right there, this is another act of mercy.Post-Sulpha Situation5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two incredibly different ideas, one presenting life, the other death; but both are mercy.
"NIX! PAY ATTENTION!" A sword whizzed by the blue reptile's head, missing a fatal blow by mere meters and the fractions of a second. In Nix's defense, going from an omnipresent narrative to a third person narrative is quick, and to have thrown the Fechi into a fight with an enemy horde to boot f
Haiku Hulahousework:Haiku Hula3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
repairs his web
22 Dec 11 (footnote)
on a boat in summer
we learn about
23 Dec 11 (footnote)
an empty birdhouse
but look, in the tree
a wood pigeon!
24 Dec 11
fairy lights in the night garden
25 Dec 11 (footnote)
and a mountain
and a mountain
26 Dec 11
for a gift
we carve a heart
27 Dec 11
after washing plates
I set them out
the cosmos will dry them
28 Dec 11
nothing to say
a Tui sings
29 Dec 11
30 Dec 11
no visible moon
31 Dec 11
the new year
our car is burgled
1 Jan 12
watching a movie
looking in our window
2 Jan 12
how long has it been?
3 Jan 12
painting the porch
my brush &
the cat's tail
Breasts and An AssJune 2, 2007Breasts and An Ass8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If her boobs touch the wall
Before her nose does
What does she win?
The girl in the room
With the largest breasts?
The object in the room
With large breasts and an ass
Who doesnt have a personality
Who isnt intelligent
Or thinks for herself.
Or does she simply become
One more woman
Taught that if her breasts arent DDs
Theyre too small
Or all of the above?
Men are portrayed
As being only attracted
To large breasts.
This isnt true
We buy into it
We buy those
Low self esteem
Women are sexually
Shown as being worth only as much
As the size of her breasts and her ass.
An ass and a pair of breasts wearing heels.
The size of a womans breasts
Dont measure her worth
In the slightest!
So fight back!
The next time
A man stares at your breasts
Instead of your face
Call him on
intro:mysterious three sistersintro:mysterious three sisters4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
you all know that May, Fiona, and Kimmy(me) are three mysterious magical engines that were adopted to be Lady's umm sisters. although the three were different from Lady :/ but they were happy, strong, and loved each other as sisterhood...
what were their life be before they met Lady the magical engine?...
are they related to gold dust..or related to any magical materials?
are they really engines?..
are they staying Lady and in Sodor for long as engines?..
i kimmy will be telling you the story of our lives it contains tradegy and fantasy. and you might know some of our secrets.
Blue Mountain Mystery ~Part One~ (Rewrite)Blue Mountain Mystery ~Part One~ (Rewrite)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Paxton, the young diesel, was working at the Blue Mountain Quarry, and was backing up to take some trucks from the unloading platform. "Ready when you are, Owen!" he called happily.
"Careful Rusty!" said Owen as the little orange diesel loaded his platform.
"Go on Derek - fix that brake!" called Rusty's driver as a quarry worker uncoupled Rusty and fixed the wagon's brake. Rusty pulled away from the platform and called "Ready, Owen!"
"Going down!" called Owen as his operator set the wagons down the incline. "Next stop, quarry floor!"
With a thud, the wagons hit the bottom of the incline, where two men set about moving them towards the loading platform and Paxton's trucks.
"Thank you Owen!" called Paxton gratefully as the men tipped the narrow-gauge wagons' loads into Paxton's own train.
"Not a problem!" replied Owen happily.
Skarloey, one of the narrow-gauge engines, rattled cheerily in with some empty trucks for loading. His train was long, and he relished the hard work.
Contract TemplateContract Template7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
SECTION 1: To be filled out by Employer
5. Is the Commission: Personal ___ or Commercial____
If commercial, fill out #6 to14, if personal skip to #9 to 14
6. What is the name of your business: ____________________________________________________
7.How do you intended to use the image:
Hope Cometh For MeI stand again in the presence of the seven sins and seven virtues.Hope Cometh For Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Battles are being fought between them all.
Sins seem to be the easy way out of trouble.
Virtues are the answers that are harder to obtain.
I see the battle of good and evil entering my soul.
I question each for the answer is not clear.
The king of sin stands before me, a smile of triumph on his face.
The king of virtues stand before me, tears of shame fall from his eyes.
Behind each of them their angels stand, wings spread to fight once more.
Falling upon my knees, I cry for guidance to help me through.
The tug of war being played upon my soul is great.
Each angel of both sides take their shot at me.
Shaking and trembling with fear of making a mistake, I look to heaven.
Each angel fighting with their advocacy pays no attention to me.
Only one then comes to me, with wings spread wide, a radiance so peaceful and voice so sweet, the angel of hope takes me under her wings.
HOW TO ROLEPLAY.SO, YOU WANT TO BE THE BEST ROLEPLAYER EVARRR??!11?HOW TO ROLEPLAY.6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
HOW TO HAVE THE BEST ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE EVAR BY DAIOH--SAKURA AT DEVIANTART.COM.
DESCRIPTION: How to become a veteran roleplayer and general Jesus of RP.
You like roleplay, maybe. You go to forums on teh awesomest sites evar to play epic shit like Ninja High School as Naruto Uzumakis long-lost little sister, or Cat Boy Forest where you are a cat boy. In a forest.
Ever join a room and have nobody talk to you? Fill out tons of profiles and never get an acceptance message? Or--worst of all--get BOOTED or KICKED from the chat??!
If the answer to any of those questions are YES, take a look in the mirror son/hot stuff/baby because chances are; you are a TERRIBLE RP-er. Dont cry. Everyone sucks for a while, especially when they just start out.
Some players read the rules that the Nazi Generals AKA the mod