salvation is like a pie. you can share it of course, and it’s extremely good as well. salvation can only be a good thing though, as you can choke on pie and die. not good.
She ties her hair back, it kisses between her shoulder blades in wispy, blonde curls. Smiles at the prey. He’s shaking now – he sees the venom in her stare.
‘I’m no victim,’ she says. ‘I don’t need to be saved.’
People spend their entire lives looking for salvation, for methods to atone for what they have done. I guess it makes them feel better about themselves. I for one do not seek it, or at least do not seek it in external sources like religion and community. I think it exists somewhere within us and nobody else can help us find it. Its a depressing thought that I have to look to some external being for salvation anyways.
‘There’s no salvation in that,’ he said, watching me take another large sip.
‘How do you know?’
‘I’ve tried it. It doesn’t work.’
‘What do you suggest I do, then?’
what is salvation? it is an idea put in our head to seek salvation in this life. The idea behind this thinking is to ensure our society lives more organised and peaceful.
He was five when he first realised that Salvation was not an ordinary name for a little boy. He was seven by the time he fully grasped just how mental his parents must have been to name him something like Salvation. He was, amazingly, eleven by the first time Salvation caused him problems at school. For him, life just went downhill from there, until, at the age of thirty-four, he met her.
“You’re my Salvation,” she said. And he was undone.
Ever elusive and most desired. In today’s world everyone is looking for like a mirage. Nobody knows it exists or not. But they all want it like water in a huge desert.
It is within us.. We lie in its barren arms with eyes popped towards the sky. We look in mirrors to see it but it is only visible behind it.. We scream so that we can feel.. But the silence is the truest salvation we all crave for!!
salvation reminds me of saliva because it has a lot of the same letters. i think if i had a cousin with the same name as me we would get a lot of the same letters, but probably not because why would that make sense? i think stop signs should be blue
salva oranisk Help me i’m scared i like trains and my name is jonathan i think about harrypotter, and lgogloglogloglgoglgoglgolgoglgogloglgogloglgoglo i like to marry me
He has a tie and an overtly genuine smile, like those salesmen that try to sell you their cheap crap.
He’s coming up to me.
Have you heard about Jesus, sir? he asks.
I give him a hard stare and deliberately take a slow drag on my cigarette.
Well, he continues, without waiting for an answer, if you have a minute, sir, I could–
Here? I ask. Really?
I don’t understand, sir. His smile never wavers.
Here? On this street, in this neighbourhood, at this time, and you’re trying to ask me to come to your church and get saved, or some sort of shit like that?
A girl–nice ass, tits are a little too big; plastic, probably–too much make-up and more skin than clothes on, struts past and disappears behind the tinted glass doors next to me.
Well, sir, I.. He falters a little.
Let me tell you something, buddy, I grunt. Flick the ash from my now burnt-out cigarette onto his patent leather shoes. You have your salvation. Let me have mine.
I toss the smouldering stub onto the floor and step into the girlie bar.
Salvation is when you leave your worries at the door. Heaven is lit up with sequinned tassels and whirling neon lights.
I didn’t know the Mycelian jungle was so elusive. We have been trudging in its wake for years and, yet, through all this, we have yet to notice the dregs; the void tide that tugs, insistently, at our shorn shoulders
I didn’t see it coming. It was a Mycelian light of untold proportion; not because of its legend, and certainly not because of its expanse. Rather, its greatness was in its peculiarity. Who could have known that Salvation rode in a Trans Am and listened to Wu Tang Clan.
My head bobs slowly,
a buoy in the sea,
bobbing up and down
and up
and
down
and
up
and
down
until
the waves
the sound
pushes me back
and forth,
every beat
a separate froth
against the shore,
sweeping against my legs,
caressing my skin
as soft as feathers,
lulling me
to a curious safety,
dozing me off
to shore.
that is amazing1 i love that word it means a lot of things to me salvation it seems religious in my eyes that it is only really used in the place or area it is hard to right in this angle i want to redo! can i please? it is really fun to do this :)
Salvation is redemption, grace, love, faith, forgiveness, all rolled up into one big golden ball of feel-goodness. I don’t know how anyone receives salvation, because one can certainly never deserve it. All I know is the cross around my neck reminds me that I have been too weak, but there is one greater who has delivered me salvation.
The saving grace. The smile at the end of a long day, the long embrace at the end of a cold night. Knowing that someone, anyone, can love you after all the things you have done in your life that you hate yourself for. Someone saying “You did good kid” even when they know you have so much more to do. The chance to change the story the second time around, regardless of whether you think you can or not. You only get one shot at salvation they say….but I guess it’s how you look at it. Because there are infinite chances, as long as you can see them clearly.
To be freed? To become absolved? From what?
I can only fee myself; I can only absolve myself – from myself?
Words, words… What meanings can these words have?
Freefloating.
The salvation of the day was that she had never gotten off on revenge. Otherwise the whole thing would have caused her to gloat, at the very least, while the idiot struggled in the surf where he’d fallen from the boat. She glanced around to see whether anyone missed him, and they hadn’t, so she sailed away without even waving.
Salvation. That’s what we all want. Or some of us. Others, they could stand to get by with a bit of understanding. They’d probably take some cake if you offered, because who doesn’t like cake? Assholes don’t like cake. Kids don’t like cake either.
salvation is a weird thing its like you think a certain group may be saved, then why even try in life. But thats not true its a gift. But that gift is not always on the table you have to receive with open arms and open hands
Who is my salvation? Who isn’t? We are all here to save each other in one sense or the other. I don’t know about you but I am saved all of the time. From worries, from myself. I am blessed.
Sometimes I just want to be my own salvation. Not just sometimes really, but all of the time. We are our own salvation. We belong to each other and no one. If you can’t save yourself than who can you save?
Salvation, salivation. Yearning, drooling for it. But…. What does it mean to be saved, to save or rescue the self? Mostly it is about being rescued from what…life? And why would we want to be saved or rescued? The loneliness, the uncertainty, the difficulties…. Only, if it were possible…why would we need rescue. If we knew everything when we came into this world, we wouldn’t have had to come at all. Salvation is taking life head on no matter what, no matter the hard days or the jubilant. We rescue ourselves by embracing it all the heavy with the light. No one saves us. We save ourselves.
Everytime i think about it, i get excited. Why should death scare me if our salvation from Jesus Christ is right after? Every time i am afraid, i think why should i be? Do i not trust that God is there with me and will keep me safe? Because even if i die, i have his salvation to look forward to. I will always be safe and loved.
salvation is like a pie. you can share it of course, and it’s extremely good as well. salvation can only be a good thing though, as you can choke on pie and die. not good.
She ties her hair back, it kisses between her shoulder blades in wispy, blonde curls. Smiles at the prey. He’s shaking now – he sees the venom in her stare.
‘I’m no victim,’ she says. ‘I don’t need to be saved.’
People spend their entire lives looking for salvation, for methods to atone for what they have done. I guess it makes them feel better about themselves. I for one do not seek it, or at least do not seek it in external sources like religion and community. I think it exists somewhere within us and nobody else can help us find it. Its a depressing thought that I have to look to some external being for salvation anyways.
‘There’s no salvation in that,’ he said, watching me take another large sip.
‘How do you know?’
‘I’ve tried it. It doesn’t work.’
‘What do you suggest I do, then?’
what is salvation? it is an idea put in our head to seek salvation in this life. The idea behind this thinking is to ensure our society lives more organised and peaceful.
He was five when he first realised that Salvation was not an ordinary name for a little boy. He was seven by the time he fully grasped just how mental his parents must have been to name him something like Salvation. He was, amazingly, eleven by the first time Salvation caused him problems at school. For him, life just went downhill from there, until, at the age of thirty-four, he met her.
“You’re my Salvation,” she said. And he was undone.
Salvation is to save the souls from sin and its consequences.
Jesus Christ’s hand clasping a tree trunk, strangling it to death. He looks down at his hands. They are bleeding.
Salvation is the operation wich has survive the life of someone or to avoid something to fall as object .
Ever elusive and most desired. In today’s world everyone is looking for like a mirage. Nobody knows it exists or not. But they all want it like water in a huge desert.
It is within us.. We lie in its barren arms with eyes popped towards the sky. We look in mirrors to see it but it is only visible behind it.. We scream so that we can feel.. But the silence is the truest salvation we all crave for!!
salvation reminds me of saliva because it has a lot of the same letters. i think if i had a cousin with the same name as me we would get a lot of the same letters, but probably not because why would that make sense? i think stop signs should be blue
salvation is like a prison for everyone…..
Don’t do it with anyone…….
salvation is
Salvation is that you have a god.
Salvation is a word
i saved you. salvation
Salvation is good
Salavation feels like a religious word. You get salvation by the Lord. But you can also get saved by a person I think.
Salvation
i dont know what salvation is!
salva oranisk Help me i’m scared i like trains and my name is jonathan i think about harrypotter, and lgogloglogloglgoglgoglgolgoglgogloglgogloglgoglo i like to marry me
I seek to find my salvation in this beautiful yet ugly world. I have not passed by it but I know I am fairly close to it until my time is up.
God give me salvation. Free from the pains of hell and let me enter your kingdom. Grant me eternal happiness and let me be with you.
He has a tie and an overtly genuine smile, like those salesmen that try to sell you their cheap crap.
He’s coming up to me.
Have you heard about Jesus, sir? he asks.
I give him a hard stare and deliberately take a slow drag on my cigarette.
Well, he continues, without waiting for an answer, if you have a minute, sir, I could–
Here? I ask. Really?
I don’t understand, sir. His smile never wavers.
Here? On this street, in this neighbourhood, at this time, and you’re trying to ask me to come to your church and get saved, or some sort of shit like that?
A girl–nice ass, tits are a little too big; plastic, probably–too much make-up and more skin than clothes on, struts past and disappears behind the tinted glass doors next to me.
Well, sir, I.. He falters a little.
Let me tell you something, buddy, I grunt. Flick the ash from my now burnt-out cigarette onto his patent leather shoes. You have your salvation. Let me have mine.
I toss the smouldering stub onto the floor and step into the girlie bar.
Salvation is when you leave your worries at the door. Heaven is lit up with sequinned tassels and whirling neon lights.
I didn’t know the Mycelian jungle was so elusive. We have been trudging in its wake for years and, yet, through all this, we have yet to notice the dregs; the void tide that tugs, insistently, at our shorn shoulders
I didn’t see it coming. It was a Mycelian light of untold proportion; not because of its legend, and certainly not because of its expanse. Rather, its greatness was in its peculiarity. Who could have known that Salvation rode in a Trans Am and listened to Wu Tang Clan.
you were my saviour,
my salvation
among others.
you were the only thick masts
that tied the stability
safe comfort
to my ship
God that was terrible.
My head bobs slowly,
a buoy in the sea,
bobbing up and down
and up
and
down
and
up
and
down
until
the waves
the sound
pushes me back
and forth,
every beat
a separate froth
against the shore,
sweeping against my legs,
caressing my skin
as soft as feathers,
lulling me
to a curious safety,
dozing me off
to shore.
that is amazing1 i love that word it means a lot of things to me salvation it seems religious in my eyes that it is only really used in the place or area it is hard to right in this angle i want to redo! can i please? it is really fun to do this :)
Salvation is redemption, grace, love, faith, forgiveness, all rolled up into one big golden ball of feel-goodness. I don’t know how anyone receives salvation, because one can certainly never deserve it. All I know is the cross around my neck reminds me that I have been too weak, but there is one greater who has delivered me salvation.
The saving grace. The smile at the end of a long day, the long embrace at the end of a cold night. Knowing that someone, anyone, can love you after all the things you have done in your life that you hate yourself for. Someone saying “You did good kid” even when they know you have so much more to do. The chance to change the story the second time around, regardless of whether you think you can or not. You only get one shot at salvation they say….but I guess it’s how you look at it. Because there are infinite chances, as long as you can see them clearly.
To be freed? To become absolved? From what?
I can only fee myself; I can only absolve myself – from myself?
Words, words… What meanings can these words have?
Freefloating.
The salvation of the day was that she had never gotten off on revenge. Otherwise the whole thing would have caused her to gloat, at the very least, while the idiot struggled in the surf where he’d fallen from the boat. She glanced around to see whether anyone missed him, and they hadn’t, so she sailed away without even waving.
Salvation. That’s what we all want. Or some of us. Others, they could stand to get by with a bit of understanding. They’d probably take some cake if you offered, because who doesn’t like cake? Assholes don’t like cake. Kids don’t like cake either.
salvation is a weird thing its like you think a certain group may be saved, then why even try in life. But thats not true its a gift. But that gift is not always on the table you have to receive with open arms and open hands
Who is my salvation? Who isn’t? We are all here to save each other in one sense or the other. I don’t know about you but I am saved all of the time. From worries, from myself. I am blessed.
Sometimes I just want to be my own salvation. Not just sometimes really, but all of the time. We are our own salvation. We belong to each other and no one. If you can’t save yourself than who can you save?
Salvation, salivation. Yearning, drooling for it. But…. What does it mean to be saved, to save or rescue the self? Mostly it is about being rescued from what…life? And why would we want to be saved or rescued? The loneliness, the uncertainty, the difficulties…. Only, if it were possible…why would we need rescue. If we knew everything when we came into this world, we wouldn’t have had to come at all. Salvation is taking life head on no matter what, no matter the hard days or the jubilant. We rescue ourselves by embracing it all the heavy with the light. No one saves us. We save ourselves.
Everytime i think about it, i get excited. Why should death scare me if our salvation from Jesus Christ is right after? Every time i am afraid, i think why should i be? Do i not trust that God is there with me and will keep me safe? Because even if i die, i have his salvation to look forward to. I will always be safe and loved.