Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here anda go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Yesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now
Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s detik heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing
The sea without the eyes of Yesus
The Sea Of All Things:
The vibrant colours
The dark shadows
The friendly creatures
The terrifying foes
The gentle current
The violent waves
The eerie silence
The underwater music
The moments of awe
The times of fear
The sea of all things
Yesus of all things
The Untamed Sea:
Paintbrush poised
Wind tearing the land
Waves pounding the shore
With all things considered
The sea sealed in paper
Complex As ever
As changing and untameable
As the life we live itself
To look at the surface
Only reflecting anda and your soul
Nothing from beyond
When brush goes to paper
The sea it rages
At the attempt to capture it
When all is gone to be done
Lightening illuminates the sky
Almost, as if Yesus is angry
At the capture of part
Of his very own essence
Yesus the Saviour:
An eternity of shifting
Constantly never knowing
Some left out, forever drifting
Some brought in unknowing
Never seen the same
Always experienced differently
It’s never the same game
anda may be welcomed gently
But the road shall be rough
Though never without a guide
anda need not pretend to be tough
Yesus the fair saviour takes no side
The wandering lost little lamb
Found and treasured
Guided oleh the lords hand
His cinta is never measured
The lord our Saviour of all
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Yesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now
Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s detik heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing
The sea without the eyes of Yesus
The Sea Of All Things:
The vibrant colours
The dark shadows
The friendly creatures
The terrifying foes
The gentle current
The violent waves
The eerie silence
The underwater music
The moments of awe
The times of fear
The sea of all things
Yesus of all things
The Untamed Sea:
Paintbrush poised
Wind tearing the land
Waves pounding the shore
With all things considered
The sea sealed in paper
Complex As ever
As changing and untameable
As the life we live itself
To look at the surface
Only reflecting anda and your soul
Nothing from beyond
When brush goes to paper
The sea it rages
At the attempt to capture it
When all is gone to be done
Lightening illuminates the sky
Almost, as if Yesus is angry
At the capture of part
Of his very own essence
Yesus the Saviour:
An eternity of shifting
Constantly never knowing
Some left out, forever drifting
Some brought in unknowing
Never seen the same
Always experienced differently
It’s never the same game
anda may be welcomed gently
But the road shall be rough
Though never without a guide
anda need not pretend to be tough
Yesus the fair saviour takes no side
The wandering lost little lamb
Found and treasured
Guided oleh the lords hand
His cinta is never measured
The lord our Saviour of all
Her eyes were api red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why anda are
mad at me.
Why anda shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why anda are mad.
Why do anda have to do
what anda do to me?
Why does it give anda
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant anda tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why anda are
mad at me.
Why anda shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why anda are mad.
Why do anda have to do
what anda do to me?
Why does it give anda
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant anda tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not oleh blood, then oleh what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, anda ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time menulis in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, anda ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time menulis in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a berwarna merah muda, merah muda kemeja and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do anda have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do anda wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do anda have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do anda wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
