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They preached it
when they were crucified in rome in their arenas; when the word martyr came to mean someone who died for the substance they lived for.
A faith
that was more than words and symbols.
She was someone who had done more than just live with a little white angel being brushed off her shoulder,
A longing that could not be ignored.
while they were fed to lions in front of the people they had shared bread with the day before,
A hunger that life could not satisfy.
and they burnt them in the city streets to light the way for the lost below.
A passion that fire could not quench.
It was more than a belief as they laughed at him and turned their backs to him,
as they laughed because he wouldn't condemn them, wouldn't compromise now because of his promise to someone they couldn't see.
when they were crucified in rome in their arenas; when the word martyr came to mean someone who died for the substance they lived for.
A faith
that was more than words and symbols.
She was someone who had done more than just live with a little white angel being brushed off her shoulder,
A longing that could not be ignored.
while they were fed to lions in front of the people they had shared bread with the day before,
A hunger that life could not satisfy.
and they burnt them in the city streets to light the way for the lost below.
A passion that fire could not quench.
It was more than a belief as they laughed at him and turned their backs to him,
as they laughed because he wouldn't condemn them, wouldn't compromise now because of his promise to someone they couldn't see.
Literature
Beautiful ?'s
What makes me beautiful to you?
Would I still be beautiful if I was made new?
What about me caught your eye, turned your head?
Was it something I did, or something I said?
Was it my beauty, in the shape of my face?
Was it my patience, or was it my grace?
Was it my hair, my smile or my eyes?
Was it the way, that I asked why?
Am I beautiful, so far from perfect?
Am I still beautiful, in an emotional wreck?
Am I beautiful, even when I regress and move forward again?
Am I beautiful, when I write with my paper and pen?
Am I beautiful, when I have no make-up on?
Am I beautiful, when I sing my own songs?
Am I still beautiful, when I'm
Literature
Sometimes - A List
A List of Beautiful Moments Numbers 1 to 100
1- Sometimes people surprise you.
2- Sometimes the sun shines with a glow that feels
strangely like love.
3- Sometimes people paint and draw with so much passion
that you have to close your eyes and take a deep breath
just to draw it all in.
4- Sometimes people sing.
5- Sometimes the trees blow just right in the wind, and
you can hear them singing.
6- Sometimes the air smells like bonfires and apples and
rain.
7- Sometimes the smell of flowers is all around you, but you
can\'t figure out where it\'s coming from.
8- Sometimes people care.
9- Sometimes a new day is an adventure tha
Literature
For You I Will Chapter 1
For You I Will
By: Niq
Started: 6/9/2011
Author's Note: This is a companion story to my short story of the same name. Namely it has my two characters Mikasi and Jamie.
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Chapter 1
The first day of the school year was always Mikasi's least favorite. It wasn't because it was school; it was because the weather was still summer. At eight O'clock it was already getting overly warm in the classrooms unlucky enough to get the morning sun. At times like this Mikasi always seriously considered cutting his shoulder length, raven black hair. It was coarse and thick, holding in the heat like a horse blanket. In the end he never went through wit
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For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Isn't He a mercyfull one?
Isn't He a mercyfull one?