Galerius

I mean all Christians. Yes, the dinosaur thing is specifically aimed at the Young Earthists, but in general I am genuinely confused on what kind of foundation Christianity is standing ...

The Bible isn't accurate nor complete. Several volumes were cut out during the Council of Nicea in 325 AD. I ask you Christians, how can you base beliefs about truth ...

Rain falling, Dreams revealed, Power becoming known, Everything happens at dawn. Strange interspersing of honestly refreshing images mixed in with vague ideas that have no substance unless attached wi

500 points goes to whoever posts next in this thread.

Hah, I like your ideas :P I'll defiantly take them into consideration. What exactly are you defiant against...? My suggestion would be to sit down, look around, and write a ...

In this hellish night, darkness calls. Moonlight burns, bodies fall. Once a night for saints and nuns. Now of terror, the end has begun. Is this true? I always thought ...

It's decent for a ten-second poem, but the first line seems painfully obvious and there's no need to include exclamation points at the end of every line.

When you were awake You were as lively As a waterfall. Your laughs were as Good as the sound of gold Your advice was better Than that of any adage. ...

Fire a bullet through a window and in a split second, it will shatter in a blind storm of glass. The decision is irrevocable, the moment lost to eternity. The ...

It’s happened before. Can it happen again? It didn’t work out before, Will it work out now? I wasn’t ready then, But am I ready now? You've mega-ultra-supercharged this with ...

I always wanted what you had; stealing down shadow-ways to snatch at - discarded bottle caps. The hypen there after "to snatch at" is unnerving because there seems to be ...

The strike of a fist. The tie of a rope. The wail of fear. The bang of a gun. And the aftermath is red. These verbs are poorly thrown together ...

Ghostly silk sheets hang over the moon, Dimming the little light. No one else is here, Shattering my little hope. The word "Shattering" ruins the beginning. The poem seems to ...

I approach the heart, freedom in hand among the revellers in reverence, timed in their laughter. Hope sitting gingerly, tickling the sun in open heartache, The flow that was building ...

I have to disagree with Grahks on his revised suggestion "Bullets batter my soul / Undo the humanity I deserve". That line has simplistic and obvious imagery and just makes ...