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We Smile More.It's different now,
Can't you see?
We smile more.
Your laugh touches my heart,
And your eyes shine,
Much brighter than before.
I cannot wait until you see,
Exactly what I see right now.
Perfection in an imperfect form.
Are you blinded to your reflection?
It's special, did you notice?
I love that heart of yours.
I'm okay with it taking time,
I've waited this long anyway.
I just like seeing you happy.
It's different now,
Can't you see?
We smile more.
Sudden Realization.The answer was always there,
Staring me in the face.
I never bothered to see it,
But I always wanted to, somehow.
I knew it'd take time,
And the time it has taken,
Has become well worth it,
And almost perfect.
My eyes were opened,
Widened and cleared,
The beautiful answer,
Right in front of me.
It gave me tears,
It gave me hope,
It made me smile,
It made me believe.
I never doubted the day to come,
The day I'd realize something,
The beauty in life, the beauty in God,
And all the things He'd give me.
I looked forward to it,
And here it is,
In my hands,
In my heart.
It was when I looked at him,
Knowing something new,
That I finally saw,
My sudden realization.
Don't Ruin You.No one deserves you,
They'll never be good enough,
You're too special.
Every tear that falls,
From my eyes,
You made them.
What I seek,
I'm not sure,
I'd even be good enough.
Who is going to always care for you?
This world has too many people,
Who fail to love completely,
They'd only hurt you.
I can't seem to understand,
Why this happened to me,
But I don't mind,
Because I love you.
I don't want anything to ruin
Who you really are,
Her and Him.He's not average, but then again, he is.
He's the perfect height--you know, above her.
But she's known him long enough to say this,
His appearance will only ever be a plus (if anything).
Looking at him became easier with time,
Every glance had its purpose;
To see straight past his face,
And into the most precious place--
She likes it there; it's warm.
His eyes lead her to this warm place,
She follows, she searches, she finds.
But it's somewhere she can't see--
It's a complicated place, she's sure of it.
But it's exactly where she wants to be,
If she can get there somehow, someday.
He indescribably makes her feel different--
He has silly jokes, the ones she still laughs about,
Even if she couldn't understand a thing he said,
She automatically assumes he knows how to make her laugh.
But perhaps she's completely losing her mind.
Maybe all of the things she sees builds windows,
Windows into the walls between them.
But in her mind, it's just him and her,
Dear Marriage.Dear Marriage,
I'm so sorry to say that the world has spread you into almost everything, instead of just where you belong. I thought I'd write you today for the simple fact that I still believe you deserve honor and respect.
I've paid a lot of attention to you for over 3 years now. You have remained in the deepest part of my heart. Where did you come from? When were you created? These are the questions that deserve answers that are real and just. With the wisdom that my God has given me, and the knowledge from His word, I can say I understand them.
The world started somewhere. God created it, with all His mighty power. For years it was Him and the earth, with people and such. Eventually over time after countless amount of sins committed, God sent His son to SAVE it. We now live with mercy and grace, instead of instant punishment for sins. We have a Savior to cleanse us and make us new. If only we just choose Him this day.
Before that sin entered into the world, it was then that
Almost Lifeless.It was gone,
I couldn't sense it anymore.
The way you spoke,
The absent spark;
You were almost lifeless.
I tried my best,
Keeping a positive attitude,
Holding the smile,
Hoping somehow over the phone,
You'd be reminded that I love you.
It's as if the happiness in you,
Was completely sucked out,
Leaving you hurting,
Silently, but screaming,
My heart ached.
All my long hours of prayer,
Nights of crying,
Days of waiting,
And pain of losing you;
Made you all the more worth it.
I could sit here writing a poem,
Thinking it might relieve me,
But the only thing to do so,
Would be to see you happy again;
Maybe because of me.
But I can't do anything,
Except for what I've always done.
So as I heard your lifeless voice,
I hoped somehow through my words,
You'd be reminded that I love you...
Someday, Maybe Soon.I could almost picture it,
With arms holding me,
The moon set to the right,
The stars will shine so bright.
An indescribable feeling to belong,
To feel connected to someone,
To be understood as me,
Knowing I'll be happy.
Don't you want that too?
The Want of Belongingness.Every tear finds its place,
Falling from my eyes,
Down my cheeks,
Onto my pillow.
Wanting only one thing:
To belong somewhere.
But it's not that easy for me.
Ice Cream.Ice cream outings,
Chocolate chip, not cookie dough;
I should speak more clearly.
Black cherry for him,
In a cup with three scoops,
He finished it before I;
The piano beginning to sound.
I bit the cone,
Threw it away,
And looked at him.
He almost left, but my turn came,
I played a song for him,
Stopped one too many times,
To look at him and laugh at myself.
If anything changes,
I just don't want this,
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.
BetterPraises and prayers go out to You
Everything is Yours and has been Yours
From the heavens where Your throne stands on to the Earth below
You reign all, and yet You are better than all
You are better than all
Better than Your devoted servants to the animals of the world
Better than the Earth You made to the dust You used to bring life
Better than everything that You have made; the ultimate better
The only perfect and You will always exceed beyond our expectations
You exceed in the heavens beyond, and yet You can recreate from the ashes of hopelessness
You can move the mountains and make rivers flow
You can slip open the skies, and yet love with a loving heart
You are better than all
Better than the smartest men in the world with Your perfect wisdom
You know how to softly break us and yet still love
You know everything from the smallest creature to the depths of the human heart
You are better than all
You have all authority and sit on a throne of righteousness
You loved the sinners and b
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
Jesus MeisiahA long time ago, there was a family.
A newborn baby boy given as a gift.
Not only to his mother, Virgin Mary,
But to the world
His name was Jesus
Jesus lived and died for us
He was always kind and forgiving
He performed miracles
He raised the dead to life
He healed the sick and crippled
And said it was all in the power of God the Father
Yet, he was persecuted and so were his followers
And in the end,
He died on the Cross
But, he rose again!
Jesus lives with God as his son
And he took away our sins as well
So, we know he will always love us
So if we believe in him
We may be saved in his name
If you wish to give your life to Christ, say with me this prayer:
God, please forgive me for all that I’ve done. I have sinned against you, but now I wish for you to be back in control. Please Lord, let me love others like you have loved me, and let me show them your mercy.
Asking For It.I didn't know you then
the way I know you now,
the way they knew you
before everything went to shit; and now,
the fresh association of your voice
with other people's wedding nights on the wrong side
of interstate 81.
I used to be afraid
of all of your right answers,
like maybe you were lying or
was a thing you clung to
because your father broke your nose on the sharp edges of the Bible.
But you quoted scripture,
and we sent verses to each other when we struggled, when you
stood in front of a judge, and when your mother tried to sign away her life
and you caught her
with the pen still in her hands…
I watched you defend Him to a questioner I used to love,
ignorant by his own education
more calmly than I ever could;
and I felt every word in my bones, hot and ringing
from the mouth of a preacher.
You are the way,
and the life…
I don't dream about bodies anymore,
about blonde headed children and western Virginian hills
(I am fed now;
I Could Almost Imagine.I could almost imagine,
How silly it would be,
For all my little stories,
To come true for me.
Yet I'm reminded of this,
That my thoughts won't come true,
But something better would indeed,
And from Someone more creative, too.
But during this time I must wait,
Despite my anxious feelings,
For the one who has that key,
But for one thing, I am willing.
I am willing to give God my all,
Putting Him clearly as my King.
To praise and adore Him,
With all my heart as I sing.
But oh how I smile,
Wondering how it'll be,
To walk not alone,
But with someone next to me.
I could almost imagine,
How silly it would be,
To be nervous over "him,"
Simply holding hands with me.
It gives me all the reason to wait.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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