Letting goLetting go8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the end of a frazzled rope hung a man, daggling by a few blistered fingers and a little hope. He looked down, staring into the black abyss below, wondering if it would hurt, and if there was a bottom. Only a half an inch, he slipped, but it felt like forever in an instant. He breathed again. In short, quick bursts, as sweat beaded his brow.
The rope wiggles a little and looking up he sees her, knife in hand, slowly sawing and smiling. I know you said you loved me, but I thought I told you good bye.
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.He's Insane8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.SMILE8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Pass it on with a smile
The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her hearts words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your hearts defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.The Silent Space9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Chance The ChanceThe Chance8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you mean by saying we should give this relationship some more time?"
"Are you mad? I don't have any free time to spare, at least not for you"
"But Faiz… I can't even imagine my life without you."
"Do one thing, take some sleeping pills! It will help you to get some sleep, at least for tonight."
Faizan ended the call. He always used his left hand to do so, always. As soon as he pressed that button, his sight went to the watch that he was sporting on his wrist of the same hand.
The gold-plated watch compelled the memories to flow from his mind into his heart and continued its journey with the blood completing its uninterrupted cycles throughout the body. It was his twenty second birthday when he was gifted this watch by her girl friend Mayra.
"Thank you so much. I simply love it."
"After all our choices are so similar."
"..and I love you."
He could smell her aroma in his bedroom. Place where they shared some lovely moments, strangely not toget
Of Sodom and GomorrahFor their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and their field of Gomorrah: their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter: Their wine is the poison of dragons, and the cruel venom of asps.Of Sodom and Gomorrah8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thus the city will burn
In soft sulphuric dreams
And I, myself, could not trust
For the way he spoke to me
Sought my lips as ivory sheaths
And the blades which he did keep
And though he left me purified
Gomorrah did weep
(And Sodom, wicked beauty,
Is the angel he doth seek)
illogical Christianityillogical Christianity8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Physical Reality as we know it is based on logic,
Spiritually, it comes differently
(people are and can be manipulated based on perception of logic and capacity of understanding)
I can logically be persuaded by something and it be totally wrong. (& so can you)
In the End, God says the wisdom of this world is foolishness. Christianity is not logical, it is Spiritual. In the end we are not consenting to a set of rules, or a list of things like 2+2. We are consenting to what God reveals to us and has confirmed by His word (or visa versa). We consent to a belief in God by God. We choose to believe the Spirit of God's working or we refuse it. And this is what makes the Word so beautiful, because it confirms God's working in our lives, it confirms who God is.
I can say, "Yes this is God working in my life!"
Because it parallels the Word of God. God will never contradict what has been given in the Word.
And that is why contrapositive and logical arguments can never fully prove a
mockingbirds don't s i n g."I think. . .that I'm drowning."mockingbirds don't s i n g.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was more about living, and yesterday was more about drugs.
I remember the first day you took me by the hand and lead me into the city, exposing my pale flesh to the world like a Broadway show in the middle of Times Square. The homeless in the shadows watched you spin me in circles, making me dance, and the rich children in movie-star clothes stopped in their tracks and dropped their Frisbees, while the famous in the limousines called the world to a stop.
Everyone stopped and starred with awe in their crystal eyes as you twirled me around your finger, dipped me into the Fountains of Youth, and held me so close to the stars that it hurt. The sun beat down against my skin in vain, although it was merely March, as though we where in the middle of the desert in blooming July. I'd never felt such a thing before-never had I left the safety of the palace in the ghetto, windows boarded over and door bolted shut.
I ordered food from the only source of light
nosce te ipsum. We went to Eastside High School.nosce te ipsum.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were the Lions.
But none of that mattered then, and none of it will ever matter.
All that mattered then, and all that matters now, is her.
She was a pre-op transgender, although some in her situation described it as born in the wrong body. This meant, of course, that she had the heart of a boy fighting the world and the body of a girl beaten by the world. I dont know what it makes me, but I loved her, I love her, with every cell of my being. And she must've loved me too because I was the only person in the world that she ever let call her a girl.
Everything started as nothing but turned into everything, spreading like wildfire through every vein and every capillary in our body. Not our bodies, oh no. We werent separate in any way. Everything about us
Don't accept distortionsDon't accept DistortionsDon't accept distortions8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't give me your simpering, weak floppy Jesus,
A man who spoke mystical truths in King James English,
Who never raised His voice beyond imagined impassive strains of meekness.
Don't give me the name it and claim it Christ,
Who hands out candy and cash to good girls and boys,
If they only knew how to have just enough faith
…and seed money.
Don't give me the "historical" Jesus, and
Whatever liberal jargon attached, a man who was
Really quite good, it's just that he never really rose again.
Give me the Truth, the Messiah, the Only Way, a Point of Exclusivity,
The Redeemer, The Servant, The King, The crossroads of all history,
the Word of God,
He died sacrificially by Divine choice not weakness, to fulfill the Law and
Prophets we could not - He Redeems. He alone sets us apart from the wrath of a
Holy God, washed clean in His blood.
He is Truth and Grace, Compassion and a Holy Fire of Authority.
He consistently exposed hypocrisy with the truth of His righteousness
How to Properly Use the ForumsHow to Properly Use the Forums11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
It has come to my attention that many people, for whatever reason (a lack of brain cells and surplus of watching MTV perhaps), don't know how to correctly go about the deviantART forums. Whether the said deviant doesn't know about the forums beyond the Deviants Forum; couldn't tell you what the word "etiquette" means if it kicked them in the ass; or just cannot find that silly, little "Reply" link, there is always someone out there having trouble with the forums which will always result in a flame. As hilarious and entertaining the flames may be, it is something that could be easily be avoided. However, the deviant must be willing to learn if they are going to ever grow to become an accepted member of the forums. So, to help prevent this, I have put together an easy (unless you're that dense) guide to the forums.
1. Gather knowledge
This step is a must if you wish to avoid being flamed or just looking like a dumbass. By reading this guide, you've taken a first step in acquiring
La Danza de la MuerteLa Danza de la Muerte6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Esta a punto de salir. En la oscuridad se oye su resoplar, más de media tonelada de músculo y espíritu respiran pesadamente previendo lo que se acerca.
Afuera esta el banderillero en su traje de luces, saboreando la ovación del público, sintiéndose hombre.
Comienza el segundo tercio.
Sale el toro, avanza cegado por la luz después de la oscuridad de su celda. La multitud enloquece en aplausos poniéndolo a la defensiva. Luego esta calla mientras el banderillero lo azuza para que ataque. El toro desorientado y asustado arremete contra el movimiento incesante y amenazador de la capa. Se oye un ¡ole! El toro falla pero en su mente no cabe la idea de rendirse cuando se está acorralado. El noble animal de espíritu inquebrable embiste de nuevo y de nuevo, y una vez mas, el banderillero lo azuza, lo provoca, lo hace correr y dar vueltas sin sentido levantando el polvo. Exhausto se detiene a recobrar el aliento, está cansado,
the THing about love is...the THing about love is...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Melts in your mouth, not in your hands
The happiest place on earth
Lip-smacking goodness, a happy meal
Now even richer and creamier
Unlimited connection, a lifetime guarantee
A fresh feeling that lasts
100% natural, rich in nutrients
Good to the last drop
Ask for more, because Im worth it
Its love! Try it now!
Quality tested, a value pack
Comes in different sizes
Fragile! Highly breakable!
Its the way it shatters that matters
Handle with care, do not iron
Enjoy it hot or cold
Your heart, thousands of possibilities
Get yours now!
Looks like a flower, stings like a bee
Every rose has its thorns
Fire hazard! Caution, keep out!
Snickers, get some nuts!
The real thing, heartbreak!
Snap, crackle, pop! Taste me
AnorexicShe doesn't eatAnorexic8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You don't know why
She thinks she's fat
You know she could die
Fingers down her throat
With Vomit she'll choke
With depression she'll sink
and fade away
Her body is lifeless
Now it's everyday
She says she's not hungry
Her bones stick out
And outside it's sunny
But inside she'll stay
Bingeing and crying
Only fading away
and helplessly dying.
Glass HeartIt's broken after you threw it on the floorGlass Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cracks are evident, shattered at the core
Shards of me splintering as my glass heart breaks
I never realized how little it takes
My perfectly sculpted masterpiece of a soul
Is now black like unused coal
So many little pieces, will they fit back together?
Will my glass heart ever feel better?
Sharp to the touch, I must leave it broken now
If I'll love again, I don't know how
Dear God...Oh Lord,Dear God...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I do hope this letter reaches you,
but I fear it will not.
I gave it to the only person I could think of,
The man who fills the letter box.
I've tried to have faith.
Iknow you know I've faultered.
I've made some really bad mistakes,
But I know you know I'm sorry.
I've started praying everyday;
I'm reading thy word too.
I've stopped listening to vulgar music,
I've ginen up drugs and drinking too.
I've felt a tiny seed of faith grow inside my heart.
Sinning is much less easy,
And I'm striving to do thy work.
I have started to fear,
A sorrow grabs my soul.
I try, my God, to turn to thee,
But I still feel shivers and cold.
I know Lord,
That I'm supposed to have faith,
To trust in thy divine knowledge,
But my heart still shrinks and quakes,
upon the thought of dying.
Lord I know,
You have given me this trial for a reason,
But I fear when this ca
small sacrificessmall sacrifices9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the struggle
to be someone I want
to be someone I'm not
So I kick off the bedsheets, frantic
while nighttime pounds my hull like a rusty anchor
bathed in green phosphor, the curse weakens
shrouded as if in caustic, septic, skeptic
under the ice like a sleeping fish
uncomfortable in my own skin
while horse latitudes nip at my heels,
I want to sleep, but I can't
Because I know where daylight will lead me
and it does
as it always does,
like dozens of little miracles all stitched together
in a daisy chain of my own design, I let go
and I reach for one, which always leads me to the next
and the next one always promises to take me
closer to your heart
And the one at your heart, it always sends me
further away from anything that I've ever wanted
instead, closer to everything I've ever needed
because it's times like these where I miss you most...
Yesterday I was waiting for pizza
and I took a shiny coin in change,
I never really would've paid attention
but this one had your birth
it's time to d a n c e.REDit's time to d a n c e.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes are cold, and on me they linger
drinking in my features like rain and
clinging to my skin as the sun shines high;
he approached me with shaking hands and
fingers laced of whine: h-h-hey y-you're
pretty c-cute: he stutters like an angel with
fear in his eyes and anxiety swimming in
his veins like there's no tomorrow for any
one any more and i laugh like we have all
the days we could dream: so are you: not
a problem with any of my syllables could
you ever find but my heart races like the
dogs up in alaska; mush mush mush mush;
and i take his hand wh
Within the RageYou laugh at me,Within the Rage7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The same way you do every day.
A little harder you laugh as seconds tick.
Long lost, they pass like my dreams.
Those eyes of yours,
Theyre abnormally hollow.
And yet today, they overflow with hate.
Why today the change?
My only crime is existence.
Hated for my life,
On this wretched Earth
That I do not even want.
How dare you mock me!
If only you knew
How great my torment,
My lonely quest for indifference.
My broken path of nothingness
Youd see the pain in my heart,
And the tears of suffering on my pillow.
Youd taste the blood that flows from me,
As I struggle with all my might
To remain a part of this world.
I wish to leave, but I resist,
For fear of losing
The few drops of human love
And all the veiled compassion that I have left.
With every day that passes,
I find myself going deeper
Beyond the point of no return,
Drowning in rage.
Each step I take engulfing me
More and more in darkness.
And I writhe within the pain
Before the dawnIBefore the dawn8 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Ahmed was deeply engulfed in a book. He was enjoying the first printed edition of a vintage book. He loved to collect antiques and then sell them so other people can have the pleasure equally. Old is Gold, and they truly believed its preciousness. Similarly there is nothing like first love.
Sara entered the antique shop. He went to the entrance to receive her.
"A donut for you."
"Like always, thanks"
Antique furniture and there conversations were a routine. Ahmed excitedly showed Sara the new addition to hBedis collection.
"I got this book for just $10. They were throwing this valuable piece into trash. A 50s original. See! This is a first edition print. It is a personally signed copy."
"Very interesting. Great addition to be exact."
"So how was the day at the shop?"
"The usual plain donuts, sugarcoated people."
"That isn't that boring!"
"Just stand there for some hours and you'll know"
"Did you make any new sketches?"
"The ones which are for the university projects."
"I would love t
No. Please, stop.No. Please, stop.No. Please, stop.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As simple as that.
But you still don't seem to understand what they mean.
It means, a little girl is being hurt.
It means, a little girl is crying at night.
It means, a little girl is scared of someone she should trust.
It means, a little girls's future is being ripped away in front of her face.
It means that inside; a little girl is dead.
No. Please, stop.
As simple as that.
But you don't seem to understand what they mean.
And now. Neither does that little girl.
Operation SearchlightYou ripped the tongue out my mouthOperation Searchlight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replaced it with fire shower,
You came hissing your depraved war cries
Faces drawn like a slave to your lies;
Under the dark
Shaking your champagne bottles
You sprayed your froth- throttled
Me out of spark.
Gathered up my rivers
In pitch darkness
Starved my suns brightness.
Pulled out of my landscape
Like a picked-clean bone;
Cornered with no escape,
I died in numbers unknown.
You popped corks loud enough
To drown songs of my youth.
But your fire
Could only lick my feet;
I climbed out of the mire,
To lend fire to your funeral pyre.
In time I found and held a handle,
And blew out my first birthday candle.
Read this poem very slowRead this poem very slow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to go home... to Jesus
And when I see Him
I'm gonna hug Him for ten thousand years
And when that sweet embrace is over
I'm going to talk with Him
Till time slowly disappears.
He is going to whisper in my ear
"I was with you every moment...
I kissed your cheek with the sunrise everyday,
And with a blanket of stars,
I covered your eyes at twilight
And through the valley I led you all the way...
And the things I taught you weren't for my sake,
because all things are given to the Lamb,
I just want to let you know that I love you
and that I knew your name,
before time ere began."
And so I'll listen to His stories,
of things that I cannot now conceive,
ever revealing endless glories,
of things,only the brave