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My God, Chivalry Lives! My mind may be wonderingMy God, Chivalry Lives! by ChiharusMoon
But I confess
I believe it is Old Chivalry
As a woman who knows how it is to dream
I know how it is to lose
To love and not have it returned
How it was to receive bad news
I figured the man I wanted
I would never receive
I would never see
I would never touch
The fantasy come to life!
This man has popped up from a book
But not a fairytale from cartoons we know too well
He's popped up from the book
The book of Alive People
Under the category of Just Over Eighteen
Not quite among my number yet
The Subcategory of Unexpected Kindness
He talks of carrying me in his arms
He talks of enjoying Bible Study together
What music that makes in my ears!!!
Chivalry STILL LIVES!
Not buried in the ground as I was afraid it would be
My God, My God, the mere act had always been alive!!
Surely, my cry of love may be over.... Or is it?
Decima ItalianaClouds appearing as streaks of pinkDecima Italiana by NathanielFlyingOwl
Across the cerulean skies
Compel me to employ the ink
Of my pen to poeticize
As the silent beauty of dusk
Fades into the shadow of night
I sense the darkness in my bones
And despite the touch of moonlight
I have never felt more alone
My soul nothing more than a husk
A Decima For The ChurchOn a summer evening, I strideA Decima For The Church by NathanielFlyingOwl
Beneath a sky of white and blue
Pondering what is false and true.
With all the world's swagger and pride
I find it difficult to hide
My disdain for the shallow masks
And materialistic tasks
Of many churches and preachers
Who have failed as homes and teachers.
Do they in God's love truly bask?
JR's Deviant Theater #2Now playing: :iconbackasswardsk: :icondraken413o: :iconemerald-depths: :iconaurorawienhold:JR's Deviant Theater #2 by JR-Imagery
I haven't done one of these in a while, so I figured it's high time that I get off my lazy butt and do one.
In my humble opinion, he is my favorite photographer on Deviantart, he is one of the best I have seen, I am always amazed by the work he puts on here, and I look forward to seeing more.
Not only does she have a clever name, but she also has amazing talent as a writer, her passion can be seen in her writing, her experiences through life have shaped her into the gifted writer that she is.
She is such a great photomanipulator, her art is the so pleasing to the eyes, I can look at her art for days, especia
OPEN Adoptables on My Other AccountJust so I don't end up spamming my watchers with updates on adoptables, I'll use only this journal entry for news pertaining to my other account.OPEN Adoptables on My Other Account by Tangerineandpuce
Current open adoptables on my other account, internetnerd15:
Name-Your-Price (in points) My Little Ponies; offer at least 1 point per adopt: C is OPEN
12 Point Hooved Cats (a breeding between my OCs Akili and Noxiris): B and C are OPEN
3 Point Adopts--OPEN adopts include various ponies
15 Point Female Humanoids: B is OPEN
5 Point Anthro Cats: A is OPEN
10 Point Humanoid Females: B is OPEN
5 Point Wild Felines: B is OPEN
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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