Posts tagged writers
Until something shiny comes along
ROFLMAO!
Armed with secrets and knowledge,
Her role now converts to holy revenge,
Given to her by GOD,
With his sound approval,
Of your cheating,
Your destroying women without a thought,
Causing a little girl tears of sorrow,
And ruining happiness for those with prophecy,
Watch prophecy destroy what you have left.
Is this “holy revenge” being done as Just_Real_Me on Twitter? Because I’ve got to tell you I’m in contact with Randy Tucker and have let him know you’re illegally using his picture. I’ve also taken snapshots of your most recent tweeting to a woman on Twitter. I’m sure as a fellow Christian he’s going to be rather unhappy about this.
But keep on with your “holy revenge”. Wait, weren’t you supposed to be leaving Tumblr (like 2-3 days ago)? You’re not…lying are you?
The Lord Said He Would Smite that name if…
The Lord said he smite,
He would smite that name if you…
Don’t do as he asks.
Oooooo! Smite me! I never do what some make believe friend tells me to do. So, come on. Get thee with the smiting, fruitcake!
The old Dawn Smite
That kind of smiting is super fun!
The Lord Said He Would Smite that name if…
The Lord said he smite,
He would smite that name if you…
Don’t do as he asks.
Oooooo! Smite me! I never do what some make believe friend tells me to do. So, come on. Get thee with the smiting, fruitcake!
Weeks End Is Your Great Timing With The Lord
Knew the bad secrets,
A boy begged for food and rent,
Weeks end is your time.
From one who stalks and harasses. She goes on and on about a boy starving and yet does *nothing* to help. She doesn’t ask the mother how she can help personally. What she does is creep around the Internet finding innocent and unrelated people via her “dream visions” and begins a campaign of harassment. She also truly believes that David Karp is reading her posts and she’s stated on numerous occasions that bad things will happen to him if he doesn’t get rid of accounts she feels have slighted her.
Fun stuff, the terminally insane.
Unadulterated Silence
There is always noise. Even at night. When the children are asleep and I’m alone waiting for James to come home. When the dogs are quiet and settled in for the night. There is always noise.
The fans are turned off and the windows are closed. It’s still warm enough for the heater to stay dormant. The cat and the rabbits are all snuggled down and quietly dozing. And still, there’s noise.
All the computers are off, the lights are dimmed, and the television is dormant. I strain to listen to silence and still…I hear noise.
I remember once as a teenager hearing complete silence. It’s a non-sound that alludes me. I’ve chased after it every day since while bucking the idea of living out in the middle of nowhere.
Woods. Deep in the very middle of night. Not a single person in sight. The stars were bright. Bright enough to make my campsite illuminated and glowing with an eerie yet somehow comforting luminescence. There were no cars, no airplanes, and not a single voice. The crickets hadn’t started their nightly chorus. The birds had gone to sleep. A silence enveloped me, surrounded me, nearly suffocated me. And yet…I was content. I was lulled into a deep sense of awareness. I could hear my heart, my breathes, my fingers digging into the leaves and dirt around me.
And it was pure, unadulterated bliss. Something I long for and dream of each night as I drift off to sleep.
Hit Parade
Some poets I like because they’re naughty
Some poets I like because they’re nice
Some are sweet, loving, and always cheery
Some are dark, introspective, and more than a bit soured on life
Some flirt with girls - others with boys - some don’t flirt at all
The point is, they are all poets. They are all writers. They all pour out their feelings, hearts, and lives into their words. And if you’re so petty that you feel the need to berate them when their words are applauded, you need to step back and evaluate your own self-worth.
‘Nuff said.
