Wonderings that lead me nowhere. by EternalHunger44, literature
Literature
Wonderings that lead me nowhere.
How fast time can tick by from just laying in the dark of my bed? I use to aspire to do nothing more or less than to wake up early in the morning, play video games until two in the morning, and then sleep the rest of the morning away to repeat this cycle all over again. Now, I just lay there, on my back stating at the ceiling and checking the time periodically. On my good days, I would run for an hour or two then retire back to my bed to daydream, since I hardly dream naturally. I don't know what it is, apathy? Depression? Existential exhaustion? I've been on the journey of questioning everything that life claims to be and what people aspire
It would be an invaluable service to my hurting and hollowed soul to feel your touch. A touch that banishes the void that knows only to take, hide and destroy. If only it be to linger within your presence, that would serve as an elixir to the intoxication of solitude that I have indulged myself in for far too long.
There, in front of me are the tools that can sever the filth of evil from my being. The shield, armor, and sword of my faith laying in arm's length, but so far away, for I am weary. Enemies varying in ranks of repulsiveness and arts of seduction, deception, destruction, and histories of the grand betrayal surrounds me. I lay on my side, one arm nearest to the ground, outstretched, the tools of my faith within inches of my fingertips. My other hand lies in front of me, like a deceased spider. Forever in the moment of approaching enemies of darkness, or is this just the moment where one earthly second equates to an eternity near the gates o
All that you Could Have Been by EternalHunger44, literature
Literature
All that you Could Have Been
Sitting here on my front porch, drinking a glass of homemade lemonade, I think of all that you could have been. You had the brains, you had the charm to influence, to inspire and the willpower to achieve a higher power, that man could only dream of, that women could only desire that all man could possess. You were a dear friend, freshly born into this world, with eyes that visualized glorious possibilities. Back then, whenever my eyes gazed into yours, I could see that, with you, life could be bearable and I would suffer it with you to the end. Now as I look at my half empty glass of lemonade, I savor the sweetness, for the next drink will b
Breakthrough The Cycle (Poem) by Tigueron, literature
Literature
Breakthrough The Cycle (Poem)
As the heart aches the mouth profanes
To habits and addictions we've become enslaved
Our frustrations increase as our sin remains
Yet in our strength no progress can be obtained
Only when we are so broken, it's Him we start seeking
The one whom in our suffering has been silently weeping
His words never ceased as He has always been speaking
We ignore that voice that has been internally preaching
He sends out His faithful to testify of a love so great
It is not in His nature to forsake and let you fade away
He is determined to bring you back to that wonderful place
That in your search to fill your heart, you lost the way
Now you sit in worry
Faith in Christ and works in His name. by JDM4CHRIST, literature
Literature
Faith in Christ and works in His name.
Faith without works is dead, as stated in James 2:20 "But do you want to know, O foolish man, that faith without works is dead?". But also, works without faith is dead, as Galations 2:16 states... "knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law but by faith in Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Christ Jesus, that we might be justified by faith in Christ and not by the works of the law; for by the works of the law no flesh shall be justified." (Anyone can perform goods works, but one needs to do more than just works... They must have the faith in Christ and Christ alone)
What leads me to write this note are a couple of thing
I saw a large silver wolf in the distance. It's fur was white as snow, tipped with silver like a beautiful Christmas ornament and outlined in black like the rich, black ink from an expensive pen. It's warm amber eyes caught mine in the cold, barren field of snow and naked birch trees. I turned around and saw flames of grey, orange and red. Though these were not ordinary flames, they were cold. The kind of cold that bites on your skin, desiring to rip your flesh from your very bones.
"Follow me." it whispered. I whipped around to see that the wolf tilted it's head and started to trot farther into the crystal plains which seemed to go on
The Martyr and The Great Blue Sky by GrubbsWriting, literature
Literature
The Martyr and The Great Blue Sky
He stood out amongst the crowd...His skin bared the marks of torture and abuse...yet his eyes were void of apathy. His voice raised itself like a blade on the battlefield, or a gun to the draw.
"Make your threats worth my while," he said, "lest you stick to the cowardly sniper on your tongues of burdensome intolerance!" What reason he had! And purpose beat through his heart and out through his voice! "As we are merely the left hand of God, and we shall fear evil of no breed!" He feared not a physical death as his integrity armored his very soul, just as his faith guided his once mislead hand now wielding the very word of God. By no means wa
First things first, find a hiding place. Seemed simple enough, there had to be some place where they couldn't find me. I took a deep breath and thought back to all the detailed lessons Mom had taught me in the art of hiding. Rule one: Be familiar with your hiding place. Forests are always smart hiding places. They provided shelter, food, and seclusion, what else could you want? Come to think of it, there was a nearby forest that we had camped in once upon a time. I had explored every nook and cranny of it. It had to be the safest place and there I could plot my revenge. Nothing would stop me.
I turned onto the nearby highway and headed to