How did we get so far lost? by AMSnowOfficial, literature
Literature
How did we get so far lost?
How did we get so far lost?
Written by Adam M. Snow
How did we get so far lost? At what cost? The emptiness in our homes where a father should be, or the lies they tell us, telling us we're free. But hey, I digress. I'll break it down so you'll know the rest. Like when they say it's ok to kill an unborn child on any given day. The very thought sickens me to my core, knowing that their beating hearts beat no more. Where's that motherly love that would fight for her child not to die. Was their life worthless? Please, tell me why? That baby you had ripped from your womb, was your greatest gift, not an unforseen doom. Had that child lived and p
From the ashes we will rise,
from the pits of our demise
and victorious we will reign,
with freedom over pain.
Where darkness is,
light we will be.
Where death is,
life they will see.
Through faith we reign supreme
and by the Blood, we are redeemed.
And through the ashes comes anew;
a life, which Mercy breaks through.
A new found fire burning bright,
with power of an uttered tongue.
With new strength to stand and fight,
as our lifesong is sung.
Out of the ashes, diamonds are made.
We will rise unafraid.
Towering righteousness,
merciful, mindfulness.
Ready for battle
as storm rages.
Setting the example
for all the ages.
Ev'ry moment,
How did we get so far lost? by AMSnowOfficial, literature
Literature
How did we get so far lost?
How did we get so far lost?
Written by Adam M. Snow
How did we get so far lost? At what cost? The emptiness in our homes where a father should be, or the lies they tell us, telling us we're free. But hey, I digress. I'll break it down so you'll know the rest. Like when they say it's ok to kill an unborn child on any given day. The very thought sickens me to my core, knowing that their beating hearts beat no more. Where's that motherly love that would fight for her child not to die. Was their life worthless? Please, tell me why? That baby you had ripped from your womb, was your greatest gift, not an unforseen doom. Had that child lived and p
In my opinion, real Christians are the ones who are being ridiculed, mocked, threatened and even killed for their beliefs, because they're the ones who refuses to remain silent. Even through the fear of death, they find the strength to call out to God and not deny His name. I, myself refuse to remain silent and because of that, I've been ridiculed, I've been mocked and I've been threatened because of my faith, my beliefs and if death were to come my way, I too will have the strength to call out to God and let death take me. I will never in any situation, deny Christ my Savior. To all you Christians, Saints, Brethren and Sisters who are afraid
The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups by PoetryOD, journal
The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups
The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links:
:bulletblue: Groups with names beginning with A - H
:bulletblue: Groups with names beginning with I - S
:bulletblue: Groups with names beginning with S - Z
:bulletblue: The Geek's Guide to Inactive Groups
OMG it's DONE
What's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then with the groups remaining (568 groups :faint:) I looked for evidence of things peopl
There was a piece I read that was posted in this group about a week ago by AMSnowOfficial called "Weeping by the Willow Tree" that I found fantastic.
Link to piece: http://wordflight.deviantart.com/art/Weeping-by-the-Willow-Tree-553115166
Link to artist: http://amsnowofficial.deviantart.com/
Quite a talented person I must say. Do give a look, I'm sure you will enjoy.
Year of Jubilee
Written by Adam M. Snow
My child, My child; lend Me your ear,
heed My word, put aside your fear,
your pride, your sword, your envious jeer
- hear My voice and revere.
See the world through grain of sand,
this world of yours is My Father's land.
Heed My word and make a stand
- rain of revival is at hand.
Your home will burn with Holy fire;
your kin will see My Father's desire.
Hundreds of voices will be lifted higher,
many will speak with tongues of fire.
The blind will gain a whole new sight,
they shall see God's Holy might.
Holy Spirit will in them shine bright,
their tongues shall too with fire ignite.
The lame will
Poetry is when you challenge yourself and break the laws of literature." –Adam M. Snow
Adam M. Snow is a popular internet poet/writer, philosopher, photographer and a movie critic known by many. Snow was born May 30th of 1988 in Phoenix, Arizona. He currently lives in El Mirage, a small rural town in the western Arizona. Adam is Shakespeare’s twenty second generation descendant on Shakespeare's mother’s sister’s side; from the blood lines of Margaret Arden and Sir Alexander Webb. When Adam was born, he was lacked of oxygen and almost died. At age 5, Adam was soon diagnosed with ADHD with speech impediment; he was always in and out of hospitals because of it. Later on in life, Adam found that he was in fact misdiagnosed. He was not ADHD like he was raised to believe, he was in fact diagnosed with Asperger, a type of autism. Snow started writing poetry in 2003 though he originally started writing short stories. It was through his cousin that had inspired him to write poetry in the first place. Adam writes metaphorical style poetry and has experimented often with different styles of poetry; such as free verse, ode and lyrics. He was always alone throughout high school as he was a victim of bullying; he kept his distance from everyone, he remained by himself. He then graduated high school in 2006 from Tolleson Union High School; he suffered many years of unemployment after that. On the 9th of December in 2009, he lost his father to lung cancer; some of his poems he wrote, he wrote for him. Snow is a Pentecostal Christian yet some of his poetry can be dark, but with a biblical meaning throughout it; like the poem 'Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree' for example. Over the years, Adam has had so many people tell him that he should stop writing, that he’s not good. That never stopped him; he still writes poetry to this very day and he continues to inspire people through his works.
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Favourite Movies
V for Vendetta, Ninja Assasin, The Amazing Spider-man, Star Trek, The Raven, Fast and the Furious series
In my opinion, real Christians are the ones who are being ridiculed, mocked, threatened and even killed for their beliefs, because they're the ones who refuses to remain silent. Even through the fear of death, they find the strength to call out to God and not deny His name. I, myself refuse to remain silent and because of that, I've been ridiculed, I've been mocked and I've been threatened because of my faith, my beliefs and if death were to come my way, I too will have the strength to call out to God and let death take me. I will never in any situation, deny Christ my Savior. To all you Christians, Saints, Brethren and Sisters who are afraid