Who could take me seriously
When I have never lost my pride
Never felt hunger
Never feared for my children
Not like they have
But if I hold your hand
And you hold his
And he holds hers
Until we hold the hand of tears
Where the river begins
Then we will be together
And I will be able to speak
Words
Screams of anguish
Because then you will know
That when I speak it is not for me
But instead it is for them
For I do not have to suffer to cry
And I do not have to live like them
To die in shame
Because I was unable to carry them
Or make you believe in them
Like God does

Indeed
Our actions
must be the mirror
of our words.

Friends standing on the beach,
Talking about what they preach.

Beers in a bottle,
Their thoughts on full throttle.

Justifying their strive,
to live a life.

Talking about the same thing in the same way,
but with a different take.

In all this strife,
while we seek for ultimate fulfillment in different things,
we forget we're preaching and reaching in different ways.

But that is how the universe spins,
Within and Without,
And I accept that it spins and spins,
even when I think of nothing,
even when I think of everything.

This is great website, and I've met some lovely writers, and I hope to I meet even more - but *** are all these preaching comments???

I've never met a writing place with so many unofficial spammy preachers!!!

I don't need ******* preaching at!!!

How do you know I need salvation - maybe I'm already saved - have you thought about that?  Or maybe I'm just a blind idiot in your opinion.  But either way your pointless unfriendly and ungodly manner has zero effect. You've never met me - you know nothing about me.  From now on anyone who spam comments and preaches on my work gets instantly blocked - use your energy elsewhere.

And here's another thought: what if what I write is called creative writing - heard of that before have you?  Not everything I write is about me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who does that.

Apologies to all the kindly beautiful writers on here - it takes a lot make me have a swearing rant, I guess I've just ruined my kind reputation.  Just had enough of the spam ****, and in my real life I NEVER tolerate idiots, and I won't here either.

I don't mind the mention of God as a personal view, I'm not God phobic, no problem with that, but just don't leave messages as though I know nothing and I need saving - I **** well don't.

Your sincerely
One very ******* writer

We're all just a bunch of humans that are forgetting what humanity is.


Evil has come upon us, and no one has lifted their heads from their phones to see.


We are all humans, with feelings and pain, and we forget that we aren't the only one who feels in this way.


You're not the only one who gets hurt in this world.

We say things such as "don't bully her for being an orphan," yet, it is acceptable to call a loyal woman who adores *** a **** or *****.

We stand up for someone who doesn't have good grades, but make someone who is gay feel unwanted.

We believe that freedom of speech is an excuse of offend and hurt.
Freedom of speech is to speak your opinion, not to break someone's day into a million shattered glass pieces.

We blame people for things they have no control over.

******, ****, stealing, abuse of any kind, fighting, bullying, torture.
We are all in the wrong, somewhere.

We speak of how humans are destroying the earth, how we are letting Satan into our everyday life, how we are becoming evil without knowledge. We speak of the world coming to an end because of us, humans.

Why are we sitting here trying to change the world, when we must change ourselves.

Look at yourself. No, really look at yourself. No matter how hard it will be to see the evil that you may cause, you must do it so that you can change. Change for the good. Change for yourself. Change for us humans. The planet. Humanity.

Bring humanity back!

Life is a sermon
But we don't often preach
As well as we should
So we fail to reach
The hearts of those
Who sit down in the pews
Expecting a sermon
But left thoroughly confused

Because our lives don't always
Preach the same message
We had in our hearts
When we stepped up to the pulpit

So are we just wasting time
Of those who would listen
Preaching vacant words
Void of passion and mission?

Or does our sermon deliver
A powerful punch
A life-changing message of wisdom
Such that people are inspired
And leave their pews moved
To know God a little deeper
Anxious to choose
To invest their lives wisely
In people not things
Pouring love generously
Like a gift from the King

May your life be a sermon
That points others to God
Shedding light on the dark roads
We all have to trod

Because there's nothing more wasted
Than a life without purpose
A sermon preached aimlessly
Uninteresting and worthless

Friends, I beg you
Preach your life with such zeal
Make the evidence unshakable
That God's love is real