truth

Don't tell me

Submitted by Bridget on Sat, 04/10/2010 - 05:44

Don't tell me I put up a good fight. 
I lost.  Nothing will change that.
Don't tell me I did well.
I didn't.  I failed you, myself, and everyone else.
Don't tell me everything is okay.
Do you think I'm blind?  I know the world isn't perfect.
Don't tell me everything will be fine.
Not everyone gets a happy ending.
I don't want lies, even nice ones.
You can pretend everything is okay.  You can smile and sing and shut your eyes to everything.
It won't fix things.
You can believe in fairytales.

The Ultimate Decision, Part 3

Submitted by Jackie West on Tue, 03/09/2010 - 13:07

     Derek dove into the limousine. "Push over, Diego," he said to a boy his age. "We need to get out of here fast, before the police find out they're needed."

   The faint wail of sirens sped them up. The leader jumped into the driver's seat, buckled hastily, and started the vehicle. He jammed down on the accelerator and they sped away.

  The jostling and bumping soon awoke Dominica, and she heard the wail of sirens get louder. Then the limousine stopped.

  "Your license please," came a commanding voice.

Fiction and Faith

Submitted by Julie on Fri, 02/12/2010 - 22:57

Ariach swung again, thrusting at my side.
I swung with all my might, trying to knock his sword away. The collision of our blades rang out over the crowd’s roar.
Vibrations shook my blade, and it fell to the ground. Ariach's dagger remained fixed at my chest. I sank to my knees.
I was dead. There was no doubt about that. Ariach reached over and cut my helmet strap. He stared at me for a long time. I wondered what was going through his mind. A tear rolled down his cheek.
He bent down, raising his sword high-
And handed it to me.

Writing---An incredible gift

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 12/10/2009 - 22:14

Notebook flipped open to an empty page

Pencil in hand, eraser in range

A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written

But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"

 

Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel

If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift

Why am I not pouring it out to the world?

 

Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!

The gift to design a world of my own

The gift to sing without a voice

The gift to fly on the wings of the wind