Before it was too late.I was walking on the streets of heaven when I saw an old lady sitting on the roadside helplessly in extreme suffering. I thought the children who have forsaken their mother in such cruel way deserve the raging fires of hell. She was partially bald. She had wrinkles all over her face and sunken eyes. When I approached her, she took her face away from me. I tried to look her closely and was shattered into pieces because of the shame I felt. She was my mother earth and I couldn't even recognize her because of her such miserable condition. I couldnt believe that what I had started ignorantly as a part of industrial revolution was carried forward to such an extent that my fellow brothers and sisters who are worshipers of commercialism had made her bald in the mayhem of deforestation. She was completely dehydrated which caused wrinkles all over her body. Her face had a layer of smoke residue over her as if someone has smoked zillions of cigarettes over her face.
I couldnt see her
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
Glass HeartIt's broken after you threw it on the floorGlass Heart7 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
No. Please, stop.No. Please, stop.No. Please, stop.7 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.
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
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 Forums10 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
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.
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
MuteVoice no louder than a butterfly's wingsMute7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the messages are recieved
Your eyes are left alone to sing
Given up on life and all you believed
Peirced through the heart, but it wasn't the outside that bled
You searched for help but found none
Your hands and clothes are permanently red
Your face is pale from the lack of sun
The shock of it all left you numb to the world
You show no emotions, or at least none you want to say
Into misery and dullness you've been hurled
Left in a silent world of grey
The KeeperI listen to what is told.The Keeper8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I keep all secrets, young and old.
I never expose them, and hold them with a firm hand.
I keep all tales, and of every land.
I have the secrets, of angel and reaper.
I am the tree that listens.
For I am The Keeper.
My Anorexic AngelMy Anorexic Angel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My baby is an Anorexic Angel,
She won't eat,
She swears she's fat,
Even though she's so tiny,
I try not to pressure her into eating,
But she's just flirting with death.
My Anorexic Angel,
She's a beautiful person inside and out,
I hope she one day listens to my pleas,
And I hope that one day is soon.
Her stomach has to be growling in pain and agony,
She doesn't drink anything to give her body nurishment,
She doesn't eat anything to help keep that tiny tummy of hers at ease.
You can tell she's dramatically loosing weight,
Her clothing is becoming so loose.
That shirt used to show off her figure so well,
Now it's so loose, she's constantly pulling it up.
My Anorexic Angel,
She is so beautiful,
She's such a wonderful person.
My Anorexic Angel,
A slow, tormentful death,
Her stomach growls, you can hear it across the room,
She can't seem to stop her self from this painful tourment that she's putting herself though.
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.
Dear God...Oh Lord,Dear God...9 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 sacrifices8 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
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)
anorexic nationanorexic nation10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry because you have nothing else to feel
Starve because the food could never fill you
Tempt and wonder,
As you sit in solitude, how did I get myself into this?
I'm in way too deep, and I wish I could see the world
Through a child's eyes
Stronger than your fellow man
Competing against yourself, against people you don't even know
For my trophies are my ribs, and hips
And my rewards are hunger and pain,
Beauty within, will never shine through
You are what you eat.
In this case, I am nothing.
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
This Organic MachineI am a cybernetic girl, a creature once organic, but now more machine than human.This Organic Machine7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I feel the phantom limbs even as I hear the whir and click of mostly silent gears and feel the phantom heartbeat even as I feel the cold touch of metal when my hands brush my face.
I once was more than alive, and now I am less than dead... my mind locked within this cage of steel.
I thought the death of the body would be freedom of the soul, but thanks to the miracles of modern science, I have become less of a person.
I am imprisoned forever within a framework of rustless components, and eternal beauty.
The clock will never wind down, and I feel the first drops of despair as I see the long centuries unfold before me...
all is death but me.
All is life