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Come What MayGod has done so very much for me
One would have to be blind in order this not to see.
We are absolutely nothing, merely worthless scum
But He found us reason enough on this earth to come.
We did NOTHING to gain His matchless grace
In our stead He ran the difficult race
He was crucified NAILED onto a rickety tree
In the form of a cross, His arms stretched out for me.
His grace is so real, His mercy is so true
He's giving it out freely for me and for you
It's not difficult at all; you just send a prayer
In the direction of God, who really does care.
Nothing compares to joy in Christ
He helps you through pain and sorrow and strife.
The Christian walk is not always pleasing
But Christ is ALWAYS there if we keep believing.
Nothing in the world can shake my faith
Not a single worldly pleasure my heart will chase
Anything can happen, come what may
But my vision is set on the narrow way.
CourageMy heart is overflowing
With the things I've held within.
I wish I had the nerve to confess
What I've been wanting to say to him.
To tell him how much he means to me;
How much I love his smile.
How I would do almost anything for him
And walk that extra mile
To tell him my day doesn't feel complete
Without having seem him first.
Now being able to talk to him--
Anything else could not be worst.
It makes me smile just to hear him laugh;
His voice is like music to me.
I love his dark hair and the way his bright eyes
Match with the green-blue sea.
I know he has his quirks and faults:
Things that he needs to work on.
But so does every person in the world;
It is what makes us human.
So, long story short, I like him a lot.
And I just wish I'd have the nerve to say
How much I think of him every night,
And when I wake up the next day.
Hard to MendThe pain that you left in my heart
Was almost unbearable to me
But what was almost worse that that
Was that my tears you could not see.
The reason you couldn't see them
Was because your heart was blind
To all the things that I went through
As joy I tried to find.
I thought you were the one
Who my broken heart would mend
But how I was mistaken
When you tore it up instead.
And even though it's partially patched
It still tends to bleed
But I don't know what it is
That my broken heart needs.
Many others have tried to fix it
They've tried to be my friend
But a heart that's been fully broken
Is hard to fully mend.
Battle of the Chosen: PrologueNineteen-year-old Caleb Wilson Monroe drummed his pencil against the edge of his desk. There was only 3 more days until graduation, and he couldn't be more bored. Everything had started to wind down, and the exams had been passed with straight A's. He didn't know why the teachers even kept him in school for the rest of the week. But it did give him a chance to practice his drumming. Not like he had anything better to do...
Finally, the last bell rang and the students filed out of the classroom. Caleb scanned the crowd of teenagers for a certain red-head and rushed to catch up with her.
He snuck up behind her and slipped his hand into hers. "Hello Gorgeous," he whispered into her ear.
Jennifer Ramirez turned her head and smiled up at her boyfriend, her violet eyes sparkling. "Hi Handsome. Walk me home?"
"Of course. Was going there for band rehearsal anyway."
"That's today?! I thought it was tomorrow."
"Nope, it's today. I talked to your brother at lunch."
"Okay the. Do you wanna stay fo
Distant HappinessShe smiles on the outside,
Laughs with all her friends,
But when she's in her room alone,
That's when all things seem to end.
The thoughts of past experience
Of heartache, pain, and sin
Of people, now gone, that she loved
These thoughts come crashing in.
Her mind is filled with confusion and fear
She doesn't know what to do
She's spent many restless nights
Many tears have fallen too
She wonders, "What if I had done something different?
What if things had gone 'so-and-so'?
Would all this pain then vanish?
And would all this sorrow go?"
"Is there some way I could turn back the time
Back to that certain day?
Fix the mistakes that I had then made...
Would then my heartache go away?"
"Would I be satisfied, would I be free?
Would I be happy outside and in?
I suppose time will eventually tell
If it's possible to be happy again.
music assignment 3Music Assignment #3
Name: Aubrie Michelle Nickolas
1. Choir- any group of musicians or musical instruments, usually vocals only
2. Air- A song or melody
3. Concert- A public presentation of music
4. Band- An instrumental ensemble, often with all sorts of intruments
5. Ballet- A theatrical dance form usually with a story, sets, and music
6. Augmented- Raised or enlarged
creative writing assignment 4Creative Writing Assignment #4
By: Aubrie Michelle Nickolas
Red is a very expressive color. It shows warmth, joy, excitement, and boldness, but it may also show impatience and anger or rage. Red can be a sad and painful color, as it is the color of blood. But it also shows life, because the blood pumping though our bodies is our source of life. Red brings forth vividness and is eye-catching. It is one of the many colors that fills our world with beauty.
Music assignment 21. Best Store In The Mall?
I don't go shopping in the mall very often, but when I do, that would have to be either Urban Planet or Urban Behaviour
2. Best Thing In My Room
My Bed :3 I love sleeping ^_^ Oh, and my giant stuffed dog X3
Well, I only have one, and he's a dwarf hamster. His name is Charlie :3
4. Best TV Show?
iCarly, Drake and Josh, Mentalist, Smallville, Cake Boss, there are many more XD
5.Worst Place To Get Drag Along To?
furniture stores DX I HATE them :C
6. Worst School Subject?
Civics or History, mostly Civics. I hate politics DX
7. My BFF's Name Is?
Megan Saltlake or Vanessa Doofenschmirtz
8. Nickname I Gave Her?
Well, Megan's nickname is "Megs" and Vanessa's is "Ven" or "Nessa"
9. I would never be able to live without my BFF
10. Friend Who Gives The Best Advice?
That would probably be Ven ^_^
11. My Mom's Name Is?
12.My Dad's Name Is?
Creative Writing 2Creative Writing Assignment #2
By: Aubrie Michelle Nickolas
Song: "Start Over" by The Afters
This song means a lot to me because it encourages me to try again if I fail. And when you try your best, your "impossible" is possible and what you think is "unreachable" can be reachable. But in order to succeed, I need to make mistakes. I want to learn from my mistakes and from the mistakes of others. But I can't let fear get in the way of me trying my best. Fear is our worst enemy, and when it gets in the way, we can't accomplish anything.
One of my favorite lines in the song is as follows: "Don't ever stop, give it all you got. Don't hesitate to take a shot." When I fail and fall, I'll just get back up and start over
"You gotta find, find, find the other side, So give it one, one, one more try and start over!"
fifteen dragons in flight, gliding through the atmosphere.
each with their own abilities,
each with their own color, and size,
each with their own nature,
with their own destiny...
Winter WonderlandSnow blankets the fields that once were green
This Winter Wonderland which can be seen
Creating starkness in a shade of white
We gaze in awe upon this sight
Snowflakes drifting slowly to the ground
Floating softly without a sound
Placing shapes upon this earth
Filling hearts with Winter's mirth
All wrapped in garb to keep us cosy
Of joyous laughter and cheeks so rosy
We make snow-angels in the snow
Such sheer delight with eyes aglow
Snowballs flying through the air
As children play without a care
Shrieks of glee flow on the breeze
Another memory our hearts will seize
And when the day is finally done
We say far
Mother Nature.Mother Nature.
She is the world’s most notorious serial killer.
No other can be more creative or spontaneous.
Obscuring her weaknesses as her strengths,
Eradicating masses reducing flesh to ashes.
She turns all novels of life into a vengeful thriller.
The effects of her actions are simultaneous.
Her native reach is beyond any man’s length.
The fact is while we worry about taxes,
She could strike again at any given time.
After generations of countless preparations.
We still cannot calculate her complex design.
As she alters her variation to suit any situation.
Some pledge their allegiance to her,
Others doubt whether she exists.
Regardless of the feelings you have towards her.
It is still her terrain to retain, tangle and twist.
With minimal effort she controls the deserts, the concrete and the seas.
She is capable of making grand buildings tumble to their knees.
With ease she can encourage the streets to flourish with disease.
And afterwards create ever green trees with hom
Wolfen SoulI have never wanted to howl,
So badly as I do now.
I can feel the tightening in my chest,
My maw raising toward the sky,
Flattening my ears,
And singing to the moon
To my brothers and sisters,
To my soul that lives out in the forest.
All of it.
I want to drink in the air,
As it swirls around me,
I want to growl, play and bark,
At my pack who live around me.
I just want to be freed,
Of this retched life.
I want to wag my tail
And feel the soil between my paws.
Most of all, I want to howl,
I want to sing my soul for all to hear.
I just want to be free,
To be free in the wild.
Yet I am forced to hold back the feeling.
The tears welling up in my eyes,
Slowly fall down my muzzle.
I dont know if Im happy or sad,
But now I can feel myself calming down.
The feeling has been released for now,
But until it happens again, I will howl for you,
And the life that awaits in the deep green forests,
Of my heart and soul.
*flattens ears and howls*
Journey To StarClan"Clawface!" Spottedleaf hissed, her amber eyes wide with fear and fur bristling. She backed up into a corner, away from the heavily-scarred tom "What are you doing here?" She had never feared this tom- as a medicine cat she was above that- but nowthe evil glint in his eyes sent a chill through her spine.
"Finishing you off, crowfood!" He growled, baring his yellow teeth into a snarl. With eyes gleaming with the light of battle he leapt at her, thorn-sharp claw unsheathed as he aimed for the medicine cat's throat.
"Not while I can fight, fleabag." She threw the insult with determination, some vague voice in her mind telling her that she didnt stand a chance. Her mentor, Icepetal, had died before her training was complete, leaving some things out- including some of her fighting training. She could only dodge Clawface's attack as his teeth snapped next to her twitching ear. Clawface growled and flew onto his opponent's back, and with the skill of a seasoned warrior he pinned her to
Wise Old SageWise old sage how many years have you seen?
How many birds have come to rest in your branches?
How many a sunrise have you watched in your existance?
How many nights have you glimpsed a falling star?
How many scars give witness to lovers who have met here
Hoping to leave their mark upon the world?
Great old sage how many births have you stood here?
How many generations have lain in your towering shadow?
How many children have hidden amongst your plentiful leaves?
How many a swing has been hung upon your powerful limbs?
How many fragments of rope bear witness to the laughter
Of the youth that dare climb upon your bough?
Dear old sage how many storms have you weathered?
How many times have you braved the force of winds?
How many snowfalls have you braced yourself against?
How many times have you blossomed once again?
How many springs have you had to start anew
Stretching your glorius branches towards the sun?
And now old sage you have withered and broken.
Your roots have run dry and your
This Place...The place of which I call upon is not the same for everyone.
For some it exists in the distant memory of who we once knew, close but hidden, shielded from sight and waiting near the door
A place known to me as the Forest of Keepers.
This realm holds the truths I held long ago, now recognized through the books that shed pages and decay.
I find them scattered, as though left by children.
Their covers overgrown with curious moss and vines.
A silence guards them
Something tells me they are stories I once knew.
They grow into the hills and climb ancient bark, forming layers of abandonment across the over-growth.
The sight of this organic knowledge persists to follow me, as lights dart between spiraling crevasses and shadows grow.
Hooves and padded feet drift from the thicket
Truth does not sleep like humans shut their ears to whispers before sundown.
The sun owns a shadow here, though he cannot see it.
A presence moves with you through time
Dew DropDew Drop
Parted without any goodbyes…
falling from the highs
fresh and beautiful!
Just falling freely, with no rule….
All those eyes watching,
see a bright smile, and sing,
"wonderful, delightful, how free!"
The real truth can anyone see?
As it dropped off the leaf,
all eyes gone and solitaire engulfed it's belief
of someone to understand,
that there's a frown behind that smile
None stretched their hand, let it dissolve in the sand
the dew drop's worth just lasted a while…
nobody to understand the story
of the one that lost it's melody,
waiting to be freed from melancholy:
The song of the one, who's lonely…
PikeHey, you. Would you throw me a line?
I've been growing old down in this swimming hole ever since I saw my first tadpole. I keep getting fatter and what matters begins to change. I think I want to fully see those funny fractions that gleam in tiny ripples glimpsed while I wait under one dark rock first, then another. I know all the moss under these rocks and the toss of skipped pebbles. I know the sight of something to eat as a treat, but now I'm beat. I'd rather be someone else's feast.
Anybody up there? Throw me a line, would you?
A line I'll take by the hook without even much of a sinker. Just let me have one look. I hear your word-distortions laughed above me, about the oldest one never caught right here. I know you mean me. If you'd only throw the line now, it'll save me from so many years spent entirely wet. If you could, would you please give me time in full light for even a scant moment of a new life not met yet?
The MoonThe Moon
Last night I saw the moon up high
Far beyond any forest tree.
I saw him bathing in the stars
And decided to shine on me.
Flooding the land with silver glow,
Giving light to the darkest night;
He gave each thing a glowing crown
And filled the shadows with silver light.
Last night I saw the moon up high
Far beyond any forest tree.
And though he shone on other things,
He decided to shine on me.
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