|Beautiful Life video|
|'To live isn't about the number of years we spend on this planet, it's about the number of lives we change along the way.|
Rock PtarmiganCamouflaged gray,Rock Ptarmigan by Christianonfire7
Spread out in this summers rain.
His eyes aglow,
As the insects come alive.
His beak pecks the ground,
Hidden from the eagle's eye.
A winters wing,
Snow colored and glistening.
A song croaking within his crest,
Like a lullaby echoed through this tundra.
Singing for a female's love,
A black flank of feathers,
Spotted in the wilderness.
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
Letter to AuthorsAny Author,Amarantheans
You are an author wether or not you are published. The day that you sit down and start typing or putting pen to paper; you become an author. I know that alot of us belittle ourselves everytime that someone asks us, what we do. "Oh, I am a writer but not published." That is what we say, before giving the other person a chance to give us feedback. We have already severed the connection.
From this day onward, when someone asks what it is you do, you tell them; "I am a writer." Then you stop, don't add that next part, they may ask what you write. You know what, the person you are talking to may be interested in your work. Even better, the one person that you are talking to might just be what is standing in between you and being published.
I would be lying if I said that I have never uttered that statement followed by the words, but not published. Today, let us agree to never utter those words again. Today, let us stand together because we are writers and we are authors. We took
converting oxygen to mustard gaseveryday morse code tap tap taptap tapsMatieuCanadaWilliams
through the wire
dragging our faces so deep through the mud
it shields us more
than our helmets ever could, ducking under barbed wire
so covered in mud we are soldiers of the earth itself
no longer do we belong to the army,
us foot soldiers of the front
mother nature reclaiming
her charlie boys,
she'll get no western union notice no yellow slip
at her door
if she takes us all for herself
and distant from this war
in blood so thick and bullets so heavy
fumble for gas masks, throw canisters
for the fatherland
is our excuse
IllusionLife is a miracle that never ceases to enticeGardevrose
But what, exactly, is life, to be precise?
From where are the boundaries between the living and nonliving
In this world where ones life is a fueling device?
A question youve pondered, but never had a clue
As your gaze passes through the one whose life must be renewed
Her very source of life is unknown, her span is overdue
But how, you ask, when you havent even got a clue
The truth within the lies is cast right before your eyes
Its a beautiful illusion, a lie you can believe
Even as the others see you as so naïve
And yet, there is a part inside that refuses to deny
All thats left before you is one enticing lie
Its a beautiful illusion, cast right before your eyes
Made of part of what you love, the rest what you despise
The woman that, even now, your splintered heart covets
Even through her internal wiring and electrical circuits
Can such a being possess a heart?
A question youve pondered, but ne
Japanese Name Meaningschiyoko323
Genki- energy, healthy, happy, energetic
AI (1) f Japanese
Means "love" in Japanese.
AIKO f Japanese
Means "love child" in Japanese.
AIMI f Japanese
Means "love beauty" in Japanese.
AKANE f Japanese
Means "brilliant red" in Japanese.
AKEMI f Japanese
Means "bright and beautiful" in Japanese.
AKI m & f Japanese
Means either "autumn" or "bright" in Japanese.
AKIKO f Japanese
Means either "autumn child" or "bright child" in Japanese.
AKIO m Japanese
Means "bright boy" in Japanese.
AKIRA m Japanese
Pain(A poem about my friend's problems, also requested by that friend. She wishes to remain anonymous.)Invisiperson
I lay awake
In the darkness of the night.
No end to my problems,
No answer in sight.
The boy whom I love,
This prison I'm in.
A life I should end
In darkness and sin.
Friends who betray
As I suffer alone.
Family that splits
In a divided home.
Oh, what can I do
With my own anguished life?
I sink lower and lower
In sorrow and strife.
A father must leave
A family and mother.
A torn apart house.
A pain like no other.
Companions I relied on
Break my trust as they spill
My dark, confessed secrets
I spoke while weak-willed.
I turn to the boy
Whom I love day after day.
He soothes and he comforts,
He takes my pain away.
Oh, how I hope that
This euphoria will last!
But my one love deserts me;
My heart shatters like glass.
I stare at myself,
This imprisoning figure.
I feel as if I just
Grow bigger and bigger.
Is this detriment what caus
I am a third generation Austinite on my mother's side.
A seventh generation Texan from my mother's side.
And a fifth/sixth generation Texan from my father's side.
So I'm a born and raised Austin Texan chick.
Take that y'all.
My Photography account
What I stand for you ask?
Pro-life www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdOCwd… :thumb292250045:
Pro-power of Christ's love.
Pro- following in Jesus steps.
Most important, don't misunderstand me for being
Sharing His love with others. Misunderstand that and you misunderstand me.
Any questions ask away, I won't bite.
My best and most dearest friends consist of
(My Surreal Express)
Friends worth calling friends.
Wanna read a bit more about my coming to dA and my art?
Here's a short interview I was honored to be apart of by 3wyl
Or are you interested in what others think about my art? Well than check out namenotrequired's News Article about my poetry
'Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart. Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to. If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list.'
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DLD's I've gotten.
8-24-2010 DLD feature
The day dusk did not sleep
The day dusk did not sleep.
12-27-2012 DLD Feature
Pay it forward features by lacoterie
Pay it forward February 1st 2013
My sinI bow at His Throne,
Pay it forward March 4th 2013
These wordsI spit bullets and speak daggers.
Video of Gideon and me.
A sad tell.Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let your mind go back to those joyous times. She was much like you, but still so very different. She was the edge of adventure that you never had before, and you two blended so beautifully. All things beautiful must first go through the fire. 08 isn't far enough, not when it really began in the fall of 02.
October 20th 2002. That was
Impossible LoveYou said it would work out- with a little patience,
then comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I hear the knock rasp against my oak wooden door. I swallow hard as I sat the coffee mug down and walk over to open it. I smile up at you in welcome. With all my complicated emotions I still can’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echo in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrap mine around your neck and squeeze you tightly, bearing my face into your neck. “Hey” I whisper quietly against your ear before drawing back to lead you inside the room. Closing the door behind you I motion towards the kitchen.
“I just brewed some coffee.” The response of your growl sends a flicker of desire sparking inside me. I
Script BFAFADE IN:
INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTAINS - COLD NIGHT.
A forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill. The wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the black steed.
"Took you long enough!"
"I had to baby sit Misty for my parents while they went out, I got here as soon as they returned."
Crystal (15) rests her hands on the horn of the saddle, her body leaning forward as she meets eyes with her friend.
"Are you ready for this adventure?"
Laughter escapes Sarah.