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Just live--but still be wise.Living a Christian life, is not as easy as people may think, but it's not as hard either.
Some people think of Christian's as arrogate, or spiteful. People who think they are better then everyone else.
But it's not true-at least for the real Christian it's not.
You may walk around as if you are prefect, hiding behind your mask of human sins.
Do we all give in to temptation? Do we sin like that of a non-believer? Do we ignore God when he talks to us?.....Yes. And you are a fool if you answered NO.
Now is this a bad thing?
Are you going to go to hell for such a thing?
Why? Because that's why God sent his only begotten son
Best Friend (Poem)
It's easy to get lost in a thought
Especially those that with you I walk
As I stroll from block to block
As I open my heart and begin to talk
Never have I met someone as attentive as you
As honest, compassionate, and worthy as you
With the right to judge but with a heart to forgive
There is no better example as to how one should live
I can look to the stars and find motivation
each one a reminder of a promise you've given to all nations
I look into your word for my inspiration
There one can find a solution to the hopeless desperation
As the seasons change so will my afflictions disappear
As change is always constant year after year
Shadow Ch 2 “You sure this is going to work?” Darkmoon asked as she stared at the diagram in the dirt. Their escape plan.
It was a simple, yet effective plan. They were going to climb to the second floor from the courtyard when the sentry past and turned the corner. From there, they will go through room 31 were Ray live. He was a good friend of them and will help them hide. He wasn’t the sort of solder that follow rules by the step. “They’re not written in stone” he used to say. In his room, they would change to civilian clothes and exit through the window. Once outside, they would head to the village a
BreatheContinue to breathe.
Don't stop until your lungs are full and the room is silent.
Feel your heart pump and your blood rush.
Don't let anything distract you.
Don't get driven off the course you've made for yourself.
Touch the air with your tongue.
Roll the oxygen around in your mouth.
Don't forget what you're living for.
Keep your mind open.
Don't be afraid.
We've adapted to tainted air and to ourselves.
We cannot be affected.
There is no affirmative remedy for broken and sick hearts.
The only anesthetic for that certain organ is air.
As long as we continue to breathe, we continue to heal, but some side-eff
StarsIf I had wings as white as you had
I’d fly to you straight away
But what I have
They’re broken and too fragile to use
Why did you have to go?
Go away from me
Why can’t you come back anymore?
Have I done something wrong?
I don’t really know
Just tell me
How can I get you back
Into my arms again?
Commision for MissOzloz: Wandering SisterI take a deep breath in as the sun begins to set. My dark gray fur with black strips flowing in the wind. I lay flatly on the ground looking out over the hill, over where the wolves called home. A good sized den where the females watch over the young, adventurous pups and the males would return to be happily tackled by their children. And among those pups my sister, Siren trotts playfully. She is so beautiful with her light gray fur and dark streaks like mine. She reminds me so much myself when I was her age. Except for her spirit. I had the same wildfire of a spirit as she had but hers could be extinguished. Unlike mine. I am wild and free a
The Target She was running as fast as she could. Her mission was to track him down and kill him, but the target had another plan. Now, he’s tracking her down. She ran and ran until she got to her house in the middle of the woods where she kept most of her weapons because she dropped hers when she was being attacked.
He was gaining up on her fast. She hopped into her truck hoping she could peel out of there and escape. She had nothing to lose anyways, so she could just change her appearance and her name and live in secret until her next assignment.
She looks out her windows to check if he was there. He was nowhere to be spotted. She took a big
DarknessWe all have darkness
Darkness can be called upon in times of need
Some can control it
Some can be consumed by it
Darkness is always present
Inside of us all
Every single one of us
The Blight of Tyrther: Chapter 1Prologue:
Since before anyone can remember, The Angeli and the Daemons have fought over the plane of Tyrther in a divine war to claim the land as their own. But what of the Mortalia - The humans - who already inhabited said plane? Without arcane powers of their own, The humans were destined to be little more than collateral damage in the unending war. However, when a dominant new race enters an alien land, quite often a phenomenon happens. Transire fetura, or cross breeding.
The Chaos driven Daemons and the Order seeking Angeli both sew their seeds among the Mortalia and through this atrocious act of negligence, created the Nephili, A race
Loving OathHush now my Sweetling
All will be well
No monsters can touch you
Safe in my taloned hands
Hush my sweet precious thing
These silly fears
are not worth your tears
Hiding in my blood stained arms
Oh my precious darling
harms my bones
Warm against my armored heart
Calm now my child
I am the Demon Mother
Slaughter of fear
Weep not my lovely child
All will be well
The red that trails my foot steps
Is of the ones that cannot hurt you
No, not ever at all.
Search for the Shadow Tiger Ch. 17 I was rudely awaken in the middle of the night by Ali shining light in my face. "Hey cut it out" I hissed groggily. "We're being ambushed by imps get up!" She said urgently. I pushed my glasses on my nose and stood up. The tent was vacant except for her and myself. There was hissing coming from outside. I wasn't very keen on going outside, but did so anyways.
I saw about 15 gruesome figures that were about 8 feet tall outlined in the light of the moon. Brenna and Shane were fighting with more than 10 times their normal skill levels. The water blades seemed sharper. Icy shackles were stronger. Nina and Ali, however weren't doing so well. Nina's usually dark orange fire balls were turning a weak red. Ali was restricted to only the light the moon provided, which was small. Rachael had two imps in tornadoes and she was running them into trees. Craig and Grayson had teamed up and were blocking the imps blows lef
Dnd Adventures - The Isolate Lucas moved between the trees trying to keep his movement as silent as he could. There were many tree stumps in the area giving Lucas the idea that he must be close to a wood mill. His guess was correct when he stumbled upon a farm that hadn't been touched by the infected. A rare sight these days.
The house and barn looked like any normal farm, aside from the lumber mill, but Lucas was still cautious. He drew his sword and shield before making his way towards the house. As he approached the door he heard noises inside. The curtains were drawn shut giving Lucas no chance of peeking inside without going in.
He pressed himself ag
Quicksand Track 6 Tyrese Band- Quicksand
Whereever we goooo, whereever we laaAAAAND! We'll always end up sailing again! We ask questions that dont make alot of sense. Baby I can safely say, we're in troubleeeee. We're in trouble!
We're in trou-trou-trou- ah! ah! something about this make me realize! trou-trou! that im on your anti-biotic side! trou-trOOUUU- then im on your downside! feel soooo, dooooooooowwwn!
First time we land, we begin to be so distant. From another world, why everytime I open my door I see another person? We're sinking in quicksand. WOnder where we're gonna land! ohoh! ohoh! oooWWWWWHHH-ohoH!
Dark Chocolate Puts The Oracle of Tragedy on Hold
A couple sit in a diner with red cushion seats but are distracted when a nearby customer becomes agitated by the prices and leaves without ordering.
"She must not have been hungry to leave without lunch." He said.
She replied: "Lungs are stomachs eating air appetizers."
Outside they walk on the city's cement sidewalk where they pass a Godiva chocolate store, then a perfume store.
"I feel like things are made for us, today." She said.
He nodded and said: "Daylight moons herald Aphrodisiac's modus opperandi."
Then, with pedestrian's judgment they cross the street to go to the entrance of the zoo but a pragmatic denizen of the metropolis p
If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?*
Earth; our theatre.
Is it showtime already?
Where are our seats?
Popcorn is better
anticipated than ate.
Wow, I feel fuzzed.
Parking lot faces,
shadows of unknown people,
they bump against me.
Cold November nights
hold rogue opportunity;
dancing heat, or love?
In My Head
Memories in a pill are my encapsulated dreams
and I dream of you when I can get any sleep.
But these Egyptian cotton sheets are eaten by closet moths
and this world has to get dark but I don't have to be cold.
Dark days keep insomnia near my arrhythmic heart,
so keep me warm by leaning a little closer to me.
Wherever we are,
in the Milky Way Galaxy,
on a back road asphalt highway playing a beat.
You can drive but we're taking my car,
so tell me what you think and let me find out who you are.
I'd like to stay
and you know I'd like to play
but I'm going to Paris
and I'm going my own way.
bed smell aroma
artificial rain wears it off
drain dreams and cold water
i always shower cold
breakfast on a desk past 7
butter on it all
toast tea turquoise crunch
i eat at 7
run run run run run run run run run run run run trip run run run run in the cold morning
never think and run
time to write
philosophy (not really)
plot (not strong)
description (too much)
so i write nothing and discover it's lunch time (is there a time for lunch?)
11:30 early bird, yellow finch
12:00 does anyone really eat at 12 anymore?
12:30 pragmatist's special, tomato soup
i eat... then... IDEA! IDEA!
write write write
Bible Belt Mud
Emile Jaqueon drove for half a mile with a flat tire along a stretch of highway lined with green and brown fluorescent signs erected by committee members who were also on the committees for the local churchs and business. The Kentucky road is a beast situated below the dull fields of Ohio corn and safely above Florida's marsh deserts.
The silver car rolled off the exit and into Main Street Centralia. The street looked clean and Emile parked in front of an old regal house. He stepped out and locked his doors with the push of a button and walked up the sidewalk in front of the house with square porch columns and thin glass, the kind that broke
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