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    dots Submission Name: Desertdots

    Author: LRRolins
    ASL Info:    17/A/A world you dont own
    Elite Ratio:    5.37 - 142/140/84
    Words: 468
    Class/Type: Poetry/Religious
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       I don't know...I just wrote it today.

    in English class
    while "listening" to the teacher.

    Now,I'm bored and exhausted.

    And nobody really knows that this writing reeally exists at the present time.

    Oddly enough,I should be sick or deathly ill or injured or incapacitated more often.

    Being unable inspires me so.

    Oh,how envy you people that actually have handicaps.

    You have so much more to live for.

    Honestly...I don't think I even know what I'm talking about anymore.

    God bless...
    Hopefully someone will actually read this...for once.

    EDIT!! @.@ Woah,way different from original copy...which is way shorter. >,<

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    As my fever rages on,
    I think back to a time where I was healthy.
    I cry out in desperation and wonder about where and when it all went wrong.
    All in all, I know there is worse
    and I know that there is better,
    but in my mind I wander on and on
    across an endless plain where drought leads to death.
    And here I cling to a sacred cactus,
    a deserted oasis,
    and I feel its prickly sting.
    My fingers begin to bleed
    and I am brought back into reality.
    And just like you I bleed
    as I teare into the flesh.
    I teare away.
    I teare the juicy flesh away from the bone searching for just one trickle of the living, flowing water;
    that life that I,
    and others like me,
    strain and, just so be it, die for.
    And as my fever rages on,
    I know that I'll soon bloom,
    just like the yellow desert flower I was meant to be.
    And now I drink a sweeter nectar filled with hope, with love
    as my brutality flows freely down my chin.
    Like the seraphim I was created to be
    and the demon that was bred into my blood from sins long since passed,
    I lift my dirty chin
    and howl at the moon a sweet, sweet new song. It's a song filled with praises not uttered before. Not in this desert anyways.
    This desert is a lonely, barren canyon where no life is borne or bred.
    All except the lonely cactus.
    And that of the spirit of our Sanctus Real.
    Looking at the black sky,
    I realize this and my earthen bed is so much more the comfort than when my head first lay upon the red, cracked, dusty clay.
    I realized that this place where no single thing can live is where our God,
    the creator,
    thrives the most.
    Isn't it wonderful?
    I breathe in and I breathe out and
    I ponder this and commune, and I wish to leave this desert, but I'm not ready yet.
    Not in His eyes,
    the only ones that matter,
    the only ones that are here in this place.
    So I sigh and turn my heavy brow,
    staring into the long stretch of desert before me,
    and take a deep breath.
    Wow,such a long road ahead of me.
    And it is here that I finally let go
    and sleep; I rest.
    I rest assured that God holds me in his arms
    as that calm blankets me and everything in my little world.
    Tomorrow is a better, a new, a different day.
    God isn't through with me yet.

    Submitted on 2008-09-18 04:01:45     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Beautiful absolutely Beautiful
    You outdid yourself on this write and showed everyone just how Beautiful and Precious life is with The Lord residing in your Heart guiding your life
    It is so Beautiful isnt it
    Ever since The Day I invited Him into my Heart life began anew
    Trust me on this I had every single depressive illness you could imagine
    And He Lifted what I prefer to call The Negativity that was corrupting my soul for so long and just threw it away and replaced with all The Love I will ever need in life
    How I Wish no correct that how I Scream Out in pain everyday Hoping and Praying that People would just open up their eyes and minds to His Love and watch as The Miracle of His Beautiful Love takes effect
    I didnt mean to go off on a soapbox on ya but your words touched me
    Believe it or not I too feel very Lonely at times and feel like the Earth is crashing in on me but I Remember how far Ive come and how Beautiful life Truly is now That He Resides in my Heart
    Thank You for letting me vent
    You know something a lot odf People here at Elite claim I Preach to much I honestly never did but this is the first time they would be Correct
    God Bless You
    Your Friend
    | Posted on 2008-10-14 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      Hey don't knock the desert, it's a jungle out here man.

    I love your poem! I think a lot about the spirit and divinity, for I don't believe in the supernatural and am (so far) quite convinced by theories of evolution. So for me, God is Somebody a lot more closely involved and important than many folk, religious or not, nowadays remember. Your poem teaches me something about somebody else's spirituality: It's a service to everybody just like a good poem always is.
    | Posted on 2008-10-09 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow, I felt incredibly connected to you while reading this. It sounds so raw and I felt comforted by the thought that someone else really understands faith. I never really see people who will get up and talk about it, struggles included. You've captured something here that is relative to the entire world, and that makes a true artist. I wish I could throw my feelings on paper that way. You've done a really amazing job with this.

    "Like the seraphim I was created to be
    and the demon that was bred into my blood from sins long since passed,"

    Splendid work. I know exactly what you mean by that. You are an artist in its truest form.
    | Posted on 2008-09-20 00:00:00 | by jupitercrash | [ Reply to This ]

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