:Worship::Worship:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see it?
In the face of a worshiper as she sings out
Eyes closed, reaching up to the One she loves.
The light that shines when she remembers what He has done.
I know how it feels.
A fire rising up in your very being,
Such joy and passion for God fills you up,
Builds tension in your chest,
Like a bird fluttering to be free from a cage,
The praise escapes and leaves,
And then you are lost.
Lost in the wings that protect,
A fortress that surrounds,
A love so complete,
And you aren't aware of singing anymore,
Or anyone who is around.
Your entire being caught up
In this perfect love.
And then you open your eyes,
But don't see,
Because all thought is fixated on Him.
Such wonderful peace is found,
in the most passionate worship.
Even when tears fall down your face,
Because life has brought you to your knees,
God hears more than just the words,
But every hurt you have,
And helps carry them.
UNLOCK SUCCESSFUL Her fingers fumbled idly with the tiny item in her pocket. It was smooth, glossy When she examined it in the light it glittered prettily, and if she held it in the shadows it almost seemed to glow with a frightening omniscient power. It was otherworldly, really, this little trinket she had. Perfect for nervously turning over in her palm again and again, slipping the tip of her thumb into the little hole and then quickly pulling it back out. In her mind she said it was calming her nerves; in reality, she knew it was making her grow more and more excited with each passing moment.UNLOCK SUCCESSFUL7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was easy to acquire italmost as easy as it was to talk her way into this private session with a criminal mind, a brilliant criminal mind and no safety glass separating her from him. Nothing but open space would be between the two pe
Don't Be Afraid, But I'm AsianI saw you starring at me for a while.Don't Be Afraid, But I'm Asian2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Allow me to answer the question you’ve wanted to ask during that period of time,
But didn’t have the courage to approach me with (I bet you’ve been hanging out with too many cats)
Yes I am Asian. But no I am not a math whiz.
No, I have not surgically put a computer chip in my brain.
(Though if that actually worked, it’d be awesome like… that’s fucking awesome awesome)
I have yet to try eating dog, I hear, however, it tastes like beef.
What a cow one must be to eat such a being!
I’ve always been one to question the beliefs of my race.
Many traditions are not quite to my taste.
Despite what you may think, I am not a communist, barely a socialist.
Though I am young still and do not completely comprehend politics, admitly.
Still stuck in th
what i know about love, a list1. It hurts. Goddamn, it hurts like hell. It hurts like a dull, constant ache you can’t shake. It hurts when he’s sitting next to her and listening to what she has to say or tying her shoes or playing with her binder because you know that’ll never be you. It hurts when he’s sitting next to you and smiling and listening to what you say because you know it’ll never be more than that. It hurts when he’s sitting across the room with his friends and he’s laughing because look how smoothly his life flows without you in it.what i know about love, a list1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. If you’re in a room with fifty other people who are talking to each other, you’ll still be able to pick out his laugh.
3. There are lots of different kinds of love, and lots of times people mistake something as love when it’s really not. That’s okay, because a lot of people think that you can’t really name love and it’s beyond any mere word or definition or something. I think it’s easy t
From the Rappers, To the RockersWhen did the word“rap” become equivalent to uneducated?From the Rappers, To the Rockers9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When was hip-hop only reserved for those “ghetto” impolite,
How many of us associate the 808 drums, the slang, and the rhythm
with no good, hood rats who have their pants below their ankles?
Why is it a sin to enjoy such tragedy, such emotion and such beauty
all composed into one, rambunctious, ignorant piece of music?
Sex, money, women and booze,
seems like the only things that rappers know how to use.
But hey, no hate, because I know it's real,
it's the struggle in the hood, so we know how y'all feel.
It started from ages, of days that were black,
when those bored kids hardly had a penny in their lunch sacks.
With the pain that came with living, by not fitting in,
by not liking rock, or music reserved for museums.
It morphed into pain, and embodied “the struggle”
a term tossed around, now we use it to describe our troubles.
When the bass drops, and the words flow,
it's like a hurric
Death WishAuthor's note:Death Wish6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was thinking about how Prime can never die now, after the brouhaha in the aftermath of the '86 movie.
And I proceeded to follow that train of thought gleefully off the Emo-Cliff.
(I have some ideas for funny drabbles; but emo is easier to write! Ha.)
As always, this is set in my personal happy universe...
I visit their tombs today.
The catacombs are vast; as I walk through them, the hollow clatter of my footsteps echoes down the long halls, returning to reverberate in my empty spark.
I follow the groove that my ever-returning feet have worn into the floor, to pay my respects to the friends who have gone ahead without me.
I stop first at the most recently added memorial, and though I know he is no longer here, I whisper, Hello, Ratchet. The able mech wound down in his medbay, as he was teaching a newling apprentice how to hot-wire a transformation sequence. I will miss his gruff amiability.
Next I visit a much more ancient mon
MegHe lay atop herMeg8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stopping her breath.
And she only smiled sweetly.
He crushed her lungs
Into her chest.
Still she trusted him completely.
He ripped her heart out
And watched it strive
For love as it beat in his hands.
He killed it slowly,
And she cried
Because he'll never understand.
He walks away
Because she's not worth it
To him, to stay.
He doesn't see
How she tries to be perfect
For the boy she shouldn't give the time of day.
He looks for companionship
In his work and in his money
When she wants to be what he depends on.
He doesn't care
That she made him a priority
Because he only made her an option.
As Far as We can Run - 1/2“Who’s turn was it to go trick-or-treating with Greg this year, Velma?”As Far as We can Run - 1/23 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I’ll do it! I’ll go trick-or-treating with him this year.”
He could still remember the look on his parents’ faces when the fifteen-year-old shouted out in the kitchen. Greg had been packing his backpack after finishing homework with his mother, and his father had just arrived from work, ready to help make dinner. October had begun, and the hype for Halloween was upon the city. Greg had even thought of making his own costume again that year.
The age-old question that his parents often asked each other had come to mind, with the holiday a little over two weeks away: would Stanley or Velma take their seven-year-old son out trick-or-treating this year? The previous years, if the parents were working, it had been upon his older half-brother to take him from house to house before going off with his friends. And of course, Wirt had complained profou
11:10 a.m.oh my god, i tell my friend after class, i want11:10 a.m.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to spend the rest of my life making him laugh.
she rolls her eyes and says that i shouldn’t
say that because i’m so young and i have no idea
how long my life will be and i tell her that that’s
that i may die tomorrow, but i want to be able to call you
up at two a.m. and read you my shitty poems and
pretend that i didn’t imagine the way
you twirl your pencil around your fingers as i wrote them.
i want to be able to pick out your heartbeat in a crowded
room because i’ve spent so long with my head against
your chest that your pulse is imprinted into my eardrums.
i want to be so gone over you that i smile big enough that
everyone else around me smiles too.
for the first time in my life, i can believe that god built
eve out of one of adam’s ribs— they must have
fit together almost as perfectly as you and i do,
identical down to their very bones, so that when
she shook in fear, he did too. an
Cliches I Have Datedi.Cliches I Have Dated9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anna collected stardust
like pennies, except
pennies are worth something.
Claire had ink
running through her veins; dead,
from an unsterilized needle.
Robin had birdbones
strung together on windchimes.
Sarah’s eyes were always
to the sky, and never
Lizbeth took my breath away
with every punch to the stomach.
Rosalie had too many things
in her ribcage; emotional adrenaline
triggered her arrhythmia.
Emily left me
for a boy with starrier freckles.
I am one cat away
from a stereotype, or one girl
closer to a happy ending.
overwhelming wordsthere's a lot you can do with wordsoverwhelming words9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but sometimes i forget how to do any.
and sometimes i look at a keyboard
and see so many words that come together
from just some of those letters
and there's so much to write
that i don't write at all.
and sometimes i think
i drank deeply from the elixir of life
when i was too young
and when i drank i only drank the words
and i spilled them out in the morning
because the night was too silent to break it.
i wonder if the silence i've kept
is as big as the words i've written.
i'm not writing to be censored
it's not like i do that to myself
when the words come rolling
and i don't let them out,
when i'm running down the street
but don't make a sound,
it's not like i'm afraid to be loud.
i hope you can tell by the heat in my eyes
that my gaze turns steady as soon as i lie.
i hope you know that when i write
and my diction turns from eloquent and quaint
to fucking filthy and raging
that i'm finding myself,
even if that takes years off my life
by looking at
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.weighted down8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me
Shipping HarleyShipping HarleyShipping Harley5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Disregarding fanon and what I see through the shipping goggles I am wont to wear, I have to admit that there really isn't much support for my pet ship (really more of a canoe, though it is picking up steam), Harley x Scarecrow, or for anything other than Harley x Joker (and maybe Harley x Ivy). Yet Harley gets shipped with just about everyone. Being the kind of person who overanalyzes everything, I felt the need to comment on this. So here, for your reading pleasure, is a brief rundown of the pros and cons of some of the more common Harley ships. And by "more common" I mean I've seen at least one on deviantart.
PAIRING: JOKER X HARLEY (DYNAMIC A)
Explanation of dynamic: By Dynamic A, I mean the relationship dynamic presented in the comics which is that Harley is something of an obsessed fangirl. Joker basically uses her and returns somewhere between 0 and 5 percent of her feelings, or else his feelings for her actually cause him to treat her worse because
Norma, jak pragne zdrowia- Ja się wykończę - jęknął żałośnie Feliks. Umrę. Zginę śmiercią marną Totalnie na śmierć umrę.Norma, jak pragne zdrowia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Przesadzasz odparła spokojnie Erzsébet. Rozejrzała się przy tym dyskretnie, z nadzieją, że polskie narzekania nie ściągnęły na nich nieproszonej uwagi. Szczęśliwie, kawiarniany ogródek pozostawał pusty.
- Nic nie przesadzam ciągnął Feliks głosem męczennika. Umrę, zginę, w proch się obrócę! I nic po mnie nie zostanie! Tylko tabliczka z napisem: Tu spoczął Polska nareszcie. Niech mu ziemia lekką będzie."
- Marne epitafium Erzsébet spojrzała na przyjaciela, który niemalże już leżał na niedużym stoliku, oparłszy czoło na dłoniach.
- Bo marnie sczeznę. Ach
APH: Jak dobrze wstac... cz.2 Ne, Taurys, chcesz wjechać na górę?APH: Jak dobrze wstac... cz.25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No na Pałac. Warszawa wygląda z góry świetnie. Łukasiewicz się do pomysłu zapalił. Nie żeby skąd inąd wyglądała źle, ale widok z Pałacu ma ten niezaprzeczalny plus, że nie widać stamtąd Pałacu.
No co? Tak to już jest z prezentami, że nie zawsze muszą się podobać, co nie? Raivis też z radości nie skacze, co nie?
Nie. Nie skacze.
To jak? Wjedziemy?
Lorinaitis przytaknął. Dalszy opór nie miał sensu.
Windziarz uśmiechnął się do nich promiennie dziurawym uśmiechem.
Ostatnie, co nie? zapytał. Wschodni akcent wyraźnie przebijał spod twardych polskich słów.
Ostatnie przytaknął Łukasiewicz i oparł
Poskromienie smoczycyNad polem walki kurz szary się unosił. Królestwo Polskie bez trudu większego dostrzegał jednak szkaradną postać Prus Książęcych, który z uśmiechem swym perfidnym palcem mu otwarcie groził.Poskromienie smoczycy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Na to dobył Polska miecza swego i kolana lekko ugiął, do skoku się szykując.
- Za wszystek mi teraz zapłacisz!
Na to Prusy zaśmiał się jedynie i jednym ruchem miecza własnego dobył miecza, zmiłuj się Panie Boże, o ostrzu pięciometrowym!
Zamarł na to Feliks, a oczy jego wielkie się zrobiły jak zakrętki od tych słoików, co to w nich Toris przyprawy swoje trzymał. Pobladł jak płótno, ale miecza nie porzucił.
- To.. to nie jest uczciwe! krzyknął.
- Doprawdy? zakpił Prusy. Toście w życiu pięciometrowego nie widzieli?
Jęknął na to Polska i
a study in absolutionyou kiss my fingers like you don’t know whata study in absolution9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
these hands have done, who these hands have done:
i am always afraid you will get tired of me, grow disgusted at
these scars, at these traces of other people dusting my skin
like a bruise that’s permanently tender, but right
when i think you will leave, you find another
part of my body to forgive.
APH: Wkurwiadelko- No i mnie kurwica wzięła zakończył Taurys i dla poprawy efektu uderzył o blat kuflem. Piwo w środku zachowało się tak jak oczekiwała tego od niego fizyka i się częściowo wychlustało na stół. Taurys nic sobie z tego nie zrobił. Feliks również. Piwo piwem, a relacja Taurysa relacją Taurysa. To drugie zdecydowanie było ciekawsze. Przytrafiało mu się rzadziej, bo po piwo mógł pójść do Żabki i je sobie kupić. Wkurzenie Taurysa było trudniejsze. Albo raczej, jeśli chciał, to umiał zrobić to wręcz perfekcyjnie, ale innym się ta sztuka tak często nie udawała. A zdecydowanie przyjemniejszym ciekawszym było popatrzyć i posłuchać, a nie być atakowanym.APH: Wkurwiadelko4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- No ci się nie dziwię odezwał się na znak, że słucha i w og
Yes, I'm GayYes, I'm most defiantly gay,Yes, I'm Gay6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that doesn't mean I'd throw my Bible away.
Yes, I'm certainly sure I'm a lesbian,
but don't think I’ll ever stop loving Him.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I’m bisexual,
but that doesn't mean I’ll stop praying through Gabriel and Raphael.
Of course I’m a feminist of epic proportions,
but that doesn't mean I'll ever support abortion.
Yeah, I haven't been to church in ages,
but that doesn't mean I’ll never flip my Bible pages.
Yes, I know my sexuality is a sin,
but that doesn't mean I don't belong to the Kingdom of Heaven.
I'm aware that you may not like my gay lifestyle,
but beneath that, I’m a child of God, and that makes Him smile.
Of course I'm aware that I'm a colossal slut,
but if you say I’m not God's daughter,you can kiss my butt.
Yeah, I know that I have a terrible drinking problem and I’m stuck on drugs,
but that doesn't mean I'm not God's son.
Yes, I know that I've hurt and nearly killed,
It Never HappenedHave you ever stoodIt Never Happened9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the rain
And let it pour
Upon your skin
It washing away
All of your pain
And all of your suffering
And cleansing your heart
And your mind
And creating you new
As if the past
And the troubles it contained
Noc poslubna... +cz.III+Wtedy wyciągnął Feliks dłoń do męża swego.Noc poslubna... +cz.III+5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Może przejdziem do miejsca bardziej wygodnego?"
zapytał i znacząco w stronę łóżka zerknął.
Oczy zmrużył Taurys. Może i byłby jęknął
żałośnie, cierpiętniczo, gdyby nie decyzja,
która teraz dla niego stała się jak misja.
Czy ulec już ma Polsce, siebie mu darować?
Trudno, stwierdził. Wszystkiego należy spróbować.
Ależ, waszmość" rzekł Księstwo. Tak szybko? Od razu?
Aby nie winniśmy porozmawiać zawczasu?
Poznać się trochę lepiej? Czas na to poświęcić?
Wszak nie chciałbym waszmościa do siebie zniechęcić".
Uśmiechnął się nieśmiało Litwa, lecz ni kroku
od ściany nie odstąpił, niepewny wyroku
jaki Polska na niego po
As Far as We can Run - 2/2Twenty years or so had passed by, yet that old graveyard was still the same. It was as if time never trickled by in this garden of souls, despite the seasons changing. Perhaps that was why it was still a go-to place when the world was crazy or storm clouds rolled in.As Far as We can Run - 2/23 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
And the garden wall was still as sturdy as it had been decades earlier. Just as it could support children who dared to climb its stones, it could support a full grown man.
Which, in Greg’s case, him being six feet tall with a sturdy build, was a good thing.
As the warm early-September breeze blew through his thick locks of hair, Greg sat there, waiting patiently for the negativity to pass. He looked at his cellphone, tipping it back and forth in his hands before looking down the hill beyond the train tracks at the lake, partially sheltered by the forest on the neighbourhood’s borders. The trees were beginning to change hues again, and Greg found that counting the leaves as they fell to the ground helped ease th
Krwawa smugaWąskie paski czerwieni zdobiły kamienną ścianę zamkowego korytarza. Cztery, po jednym na każdy palec dłoni. Prawej; tej, której kciuk rozmazywał właśnie najcieńszą ze szkarłatnych kresek, jakby chciał wetrzeć ją w zimne twarde płótno.Krwawa smuga3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vlad zaciskał mocno zęby. Krew pochodziła ze świeżego rozcięcia na jego policzku, które pulsowało teraz ostrym piekącym bólem. Uderzenie w twarz było karą za to, że ośmielił się usłyszeć więcej aniżeli powinien. Mimo to uśmiechał się do siebie w duchu, bowiem kara, która została mu wymierzona, oznaczała że jego przypuszczenia musiały być prawdziwe.
Oczywiście sam fakt, iż księżna uderzyła go w twarz, nie był jeszcze równoznaczny z ujawnieniem jakiejś pieczołowicie skrywanej t
3030309 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
June 6, 2014
edit June 25, 2014
I love this man who sleeps
by my side,
still & calm,
despite my scribblings & mutterings
at 3:00 AM,
X-files reruns playing low
in the background &
it is quite possible that we are old,
that we now qualify, somehow,
making me strangely happy
while he rolls his eyes & mutters grumpily
under his breath.
Our wolf tiptoes onto the mattress,
her nose between his shoulder
tail carelessly draped over a foot, here
there is peace
& I know,
without knowing why,
that if I am ever asked what age,