My name is Demetrius Smith and I am 19 years old. I have been writing for as long as I can remember and I love to express myself in so many different ways. I live in San Antonio, TX and I am currently enrolled in a private university.
+ more bio informationThe Old Oak Tree Years of time and seasons go by Reaching. Ever reaching for the light blue sky The limbs branch out stretching for the sun Waving to the wind to thank everyone The water is raised and trunk grows strong High at the top it hears a little bird song As day turns to night and summer turns to fall The oak tree gr...
The Legend of Night The cool breeze takes its place As the dampness of shadows slow their pace The sky is bombarded with lights of fire Creating a mood that can truly inspire As the midnight sun rises in occasion The creatures of the dark start the invasion The night is dark and the sky deep blue The wind gives answers as th...
"How do we know that God exists?" is a question for someone on a spiritual journey whether it is a believer or non-believer. What intrigues me is the certain pull that every human has for the unknown. Even those who call themselves atheist are drawn to the unknown explanations for the universe's revolving forces. Throughout ...
Time in a Bottle What is it the makes the clock tick? Or created a wax puddle underneath the candle stick. It waits for no man It waits for no child It asunders existence like an angry crocidile. Time looks and creeps at every moment we take. Whether we are sleeping or wide awake. It lurks in the shadows like an unseen kille...
Is the world infiltrating the church? This is a good question because there has been on-going debates that secular actions and concepts are being accepted in the church. I have found out that there is an infiltration. This is because the churches purpose is to influence the world, but some churches go to the extreme by accep...
When you truly desire a person in your heart, you can explain things in such a vibrant and expressive view. You tend to use words that describe the things that you can't conceive with just the senses itself. This is what I wrote to someone when I began to figure out how to put my feelings into words: The Most Beautiful Thing...
The Nighttime Rhythm of Dark Afternoon The silence of the night was an impossible theme Sounds would echo throughout the scene As the trees would blow A low below would flow In the air Like a constant stare The owls stayed still But their eyes would glare Over-there I see! What could it be? By the shadow underneath the tree ...
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