|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.|
FFM 4: Gargoyle'Tick tock tick tock.' I silently watched as the hands on the clock knocked away the hours of the very long business day. The screen of the computer glowered at me, hating me as much as I hated it. I growled at its glowing announce until the hand on the wall hit the magic hour. "Goodnight you pain." I emotionlessly clicked the off button on the computer and smirked as it went black. Soulless and empty.FFM 4: Gargoyle by Christianonfire7
Grabbing my coat I hurried up the stairs to the roof of the tall office building, pushing the door open I peered at the setting sun and grinned. 'It's time!' I cheered to myself as I rushed to the edge of the rooftop, once my eyes met the stone statue lifelessly setting on the edge of the building I halted.
The clinging of the bell across the street began to resound, clanging off the hour of its late eve. I stood as motionless as the statue I now stared at. The sun sank under the horizon and as its final rays bounced off the reflections on the windows the shadows already c
FFM 5: The knockTap tap tap tap. The sudden knocking on the door draws me from my train of thought, ruining my flow of words for the novel that I'm in the middle of writing. Muttering I push back from my chair, the legs racking against the hardwood floor echoing. Stumping over to the door I yank it open, expecting to see someone worthy of my madness, instead there is no one. Leaning out I glance both ways just in case but even the sidewalks are empty. Just as I began to turn to close the door I notice a box sitting on my doorstep, small and black with a yellow ribbon wrapped around it with a single note attached. I crouch down and carefully pick it up into my hands; fiddling the note from the ribbon I narrow my eyes. 'For you Jane.' Raising an eyebrow I glance once more around before withdrawing back into my home, carrying the box over to my desk I sit down in my chair. "Who sent you?" I whisper to the box before absently undoing the ribbon, I pop the lid open and peer inside. A gasp eFFM 5: The knock by Christianonfire7
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
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.'
-Written for her Review Competition features.'
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.