My Jesus, My Lord

Submitted by Rachel W on Sat, 02/05/2011 - 06:59
I came across this the other day, I wrote it awhile ago and decided to finish it. Hope you like it.

My Jesus, my Lord You are my sword.

You always guide me through the night, and wake me with the morning light.

You always love me like there's no tomorrow, even in my deepest sorrow.

Even when I treat You wrong, still You sing Your greatest song.

The one that gets me through it all, while You stand so mighty so tall.

Tass -Pt. 30

Submitted by Tahlia Grant on Thu, 02/03/2011 - 13:36

By the time dusk fell, Rynere was exhausted. Despite all her protests, Tace wouldn't let them stop.

"If Matthan is this much of a threat we should have gotten rid of him when we had the chance," Kyndran grumbled.

"He's not," Tace said offhandedly.

"Then why can't we stop?" Rynere complained.

"Because we have another problem."

"What is it?"

"We're being followed by something else."

"Something?" Rynere nearly shrieked.

"You know," Tace turned around, "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't do that."

The Desert

Submitted by Micheala on Thu, 02/03/2011 - 13:12

The wind did howl and cry

But a creature made of sand and stone stood

And Called with a human voice, "come back, come back"

not a man and yet with a mans form

the desert spirt set off to find....HER

for he was...in love and had felt the touch of destiny

The people he passed thought him a desert bandit

so they grew quiet when he passed and would not tell where she had gone

So threw the dunes he swept like a banshee

over hills and dales to find

her

Forgotten

Submitted by Kathleen on Thu, 02/03/2011 - 05:19

I am the necklace
you never wear.
You stuff my golden chain
inside the darkness
of your drawer
and neglect to set my sapphire
close
to your neck
to gleam, to shine
in fulfilling light.

Bird Toes, Ice, and Probable Consequences (So...not probable but still!)

Submitted by Madeline on Tue, 02/01/2011 - 20:44

Okay so...the world outside my window is covered in ice. And the branches are coated. And it looks really slick. So I'm not chancing it. I mean, figure this: I go out, slip, go spiraling down a hill, go flying because I hit a trashcan, and land in a pond and the ice breaks and then I get soaked and I try to climb back up the hill but before I can make it I freeze in a solid block of ice and a trash car comes and picks me up and takes me to Antartica, where I stay frozen for three thousand years until an alien uncovers me.

So, not very likely...but still...

Tass -Pt. 29

Submitted by Tahlia Grant on Tue, 02/01/2011 - 12:52

"Kyndran would have come a bit earlier with his bow and arrow and the outcome would have remained the same."

"That's it?"

Tace shrugged.

"That's it. It's just a twist. The outcome doesn't change."

Rynere opened her mouth, then shut it again. Tace grinned.

"Since there don't appear to be any questions, shall we start?"

 

So She Writes

Submitted by Anna on Mon, 01/31/2011 - 21:51

Voices fill her mind, so she writes.
She feels as if her head will explode, so she writes.
The words just won’t form in her mouth, so she writes.
Moving the pencil is as natural as breathing, so she writes.
Her notebooks have too many blank pages, so she writes.
The story hasn’t been told yet, so she writes.
Her friends are waiting, breath bated, so she writes.
She can’t find a talent she likes more or criticism she accepts better, so she writes.

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