Collections of some good literature that's worth reading. Whether it's a fanfic or some poetry, read it and see what you like. :)
Smiling within the Storm by nnf247, literature
Literature
Smiling within the Storm
The storm hits With heavy blows and rain But yet you try to sound happy on the phone call While being within it The storm suddenly came So you can't react You far away from home So you can't get the umbrella to attack Then your phone rings It's your mom Make a smile, sounds present Have a happy face on You sound happy Like it's no big deal Even though the storm pound you down And the pain is real You dread the question of 'what's wrong?' And you tried to make up a lie When it's clear that you are in the storm And pouring hard outside You try not to cry And try to bring the Sun from your voice Sometimes we don't want to answer the question And that's our choice. I don't need encouragement I just need time to cry When the storm suddenly hits And it's raining outside In. My. Mind.
Ever feel like your alone, feel like you get off topic, Well some don't try to stop it, thinking that you will make it, well they are wrong, obviously because many people are singing this song, and it's not that long, because it ends with us being as pawns, poetically you can't cut your grass without your lawn, but I won't lie, even if it would be right, i'm sorta shy, can't always see the light, always saying that I am fine, people saying you stole my line, which makes people believe we have a one track mind, and we always have a solution to find, that people give because they are kind but we always say "but that doesn't break these chains of mine" that were bind, because were blind, thinking we can see but in reality our eyes would bleed, because some people think that we can succeed, look at me, i'm still struggling with society, having some problems with some of my family, I tell them theirs no rarity, only loyalty, then they think i'm broken down mentally, then they blame
Chemical burns The mind's eye Turning black You carry your cross Waist deep in a pile of shit Chained to Jesus Chaos and the age of reason Mother of Mary and the virgin sacrifices Brought to your knees and made to pray Nine inch nails in your coffin Blood roses And a wreath lays abandoned on a nameless grave Heroes and heroines and the soldiers of soul The apocalypse and the march of the damned
Crawling, like through broken glass Wishing this too will once pass Holding that last shred of hope Wishing there's more than to cope There's a light at the end of the tunnel But how will I ever make it that far? Why does my whole life feel like a puzzle? And why does it feel like it's missing parts? So when my whole being starts to crumble Who will be there with me to make it art? Crawling, like through spikes and nails Wondering if I am this frail Trying to grab that ray of sun Quickly, for the end's begun...
The Gospel Hath Transformed Me by sockysocks, literature
Literature
The Gospel Hath Transformed Me
The gospel has spoken to me. I have been transformed. Not in that I am now 'natural' or 'correct.' I am changed not in the physical, nor the mental, but the spiritual. Those who say the gospel is transforming are correct. I have been transformed by God's grace. I have been transformed into someone who is not ashamed or guilty of who they are. I have been transformed into someone who knows they are loved by their creator, who sculpted me into what I am, who has placed me amongst the rest of their beautiful creation. I have been transformed into who I was meant to be: unashamed, forgiven, and free. I am not bound by earthly prejudices and laws. I am guided only by the spirit of love. The spirit is to be my justification, not my observance of the standards of another generation of man. My heart is in Christ. I give my spirit to Him, who sacrificed for me, so that the kingdom may come upon me. I need not offer anything else but my heart. And thus my heart is now one of love, that can guide
Dont believe
The lies you have heard
For Wiccans do not dabble
In black magick
All magick we do
In perfect love and perfect trust
Is performed in only positive energies
It harms none
We cast our spells
With peace and love in our souls
With calm and harmony in our hearts
We practice our religion with true
So dont believe everything you hear
We are not evil ones who worship Satan
We worship the God and Goddess of our earth
The mother and father of this planet
So merry meet and merry part
Until merry meet again
And so it harm none, do as ye will
And go with my blessing
Blessed be!
Merry meet and merry part,
love and peace flow from the heart.
We ask the Goddess for our health,
for our wisdom and our wealth.
We are for the greater good,
but are often misunderstood.
So as we call the Goddess here,
whisper your problems in my ear.
Three times three it comes back me,
so thank the Goddess. Mote It Be.
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They cast the circle, light the fire,
Then announce their heart's desire.
Call the quarters, Earth and Air,
Fire, Water, check they're there.
Priest and Priestess lead the rite,
Be it Yule or Samhain night.
Chanting voices make a sound,
All together, circle round.
Cloaked arms, reaching high,
Chanting louder, the end is nigh.
Final words: So mote it be,
To bind the spell by three times three.
Pass the goblet, pass the bread,
Thank the Gods for what they've said.
Merry meet and Merry Part,
A Pagan's love comes from the heart.