An ordinary evening at no12 GPAn ordinary evening at #12 Grimmauld PlaceAn ordinary evening at no12 GP7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the title confirms, it was just an ordinary evening at #12 Grimmauld Place. People mostly members of the Order of the Phoenix were were running around semi-busily, others were already taking their places for the upcoming meeting, which was going to start soon.
Two members however and inhabitants of the Ancient House of Black had left the crowded kitchen and were granted asylum in the hallway. The two men were actually sitting on the stairs which led to the upper rooms, practicing silence and enjoying the calm.
Sirius and Remus only looked up from the spot on the floor their eyes were fixed on, when the door to the kitchen creaked open and revealed Kingsley Shacklebolt, member of the Order and Auror.
Close behind the tall dark man appeared Alastor Mad-Eye Moody, member of the Order and paranoid, retired Auror. It was not the oddest of pairs which could have walked through the kitchen door, but Re
What ive had..what i lostWhat ive had..what i lost11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Defensive in design
jump through this fire
here it comes
faster and dire
Afraid of my shadows
fear of my past
this failed desire
closure a myth
slowly weep in this mire
a flourishing tale
from the first line
till its heartrenching finale
nothing stands the test of time
except these few words in lines
"she died tonight"
they struck my heart
like that of a prince
in a darkened fable
Screaming in darkness
disdainful in light
my mind where i dwell
wake to this moonlit night
another dream always the same
In the end a horrified farewell
As I lay my head down
on this pillow of lead
awaiting these visions
this bed i sleep
that of the moor in which i wallow
of pain and discord
fashioned by a mind
told of fables and stories
in this mind forever stored
always this heart forlorned
I wait now in this world
one night soon you'll come
this closing scene
i'll stay in your arms
this pain i'll not succumb
numbness in a world of love
take me with you
to the outworldy beyond
Chronological ContrastChronological Contrast11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memories, thoughts, regrets, and pleasures.
Reliving mistakes calls for desperate measures.
Follow your heart and your love will be true.
Remember the old, but embrace the new.
The future holds the great unknown,
In the past lies stories told.
Thoughts of both should be overthrown.
Now is now, and time is gold.
Decisions, choices, right and wrong,
The path you choose; chooses where you belong.
Choices, decisions, wrong and right,
Decide with thought; you'll see the light.
January 14th, 2005
.Black.Ribbon..Black.Ribbon.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cross between her fingertips
She says she never meant to hurt you
But the splinters in your heart tell you otherwise
And if she loves you any more
You'll surely die, but does it matter
Does it matter that you still feel her
Fingers pushed inside you, playing with your soul
Brushed against your angel wings
You mean to tell her, honestly
You really wish she'd choke
But her corset tightens 'round your lips
And her ribbons, down your throat
You're stupid again
Stupid to think she'd listen any way
When all that's said is lies
Admit you've come to need them
Grown attached to their subtle joys
And when that cross between her fingers
Presses firmly against your chest
Next time you'll surely cry
Knowing full well that silence is best
New Orleans MinuteNew Orleans Minute11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time sashays like a creole strumpet,
barefoot and brown down Rue Madeleine
past this window, this table,
where gumbo steams and shrimp tails
clutter my plate.
A molasses haze fogs the lamplight.
A young man too full of libation
succumbs to this damp heat,
bent nearly double,
splatters his feet.
A coasting cabbie slows to say,
Laissez le bon temps rouler
and laughs until his brakelights fade.
Noble SkinNoble Skin10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobility is somewhere in the skin
'neath the flesh, behind its white glow;
enticing, the thought of blood deep within,
the same scarlet that her lips show.
Seduction (somewhere between grace and sin)
may befall any brand of foe…
Taming the wild, freeing the caged, tis in
all royal hearts where these flames grow:
Higher and higher in a mad rushing sound
whistling over the black shroud of the drowned.
Carpeted in velvet, cushioned in lace,
here lies a legend in repose
whose bright dying eyes in white dying face
flutter subtly and start to close;
Seduce to conquer and fight fading peace
that will swa
The Day After Full MoonThe Day After Full MoonThe Day After Full Moon7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was late afternoon when Remus Lupin awoke.
He felt especially miserable, it was the day following the full moon after all. He lay on his bed, eyes still closed, because he could not bring himself to open them yet.
He inhaled deeply, delighted to smell the scent his wife had left on her side of the bed. Still not opening his eyes, he turned to the side and concluded that Nymphadora must have left the window open, because of the soft, warm late-summer-breeze blowing about his body.
He knew Tonks was not laying beside him, he would have felt her presence or heard her breathing. Finally urging himself, he opened his eyes to the warm sunlight, and chanced a glance at the clock on Tonks' bedside table.
Time to get up.
Remus slowly sat up in bed, stretching on his way to the bathroom, and showered. He felt sore after transformations, but the hot water managed to wash away the tiredness and the ache in his muscles to an extend.
After finishing his sh
Declarations in dreamsDeclarations in dreams11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dreamlike the state of mine
of the pastimes of years
the glistening eyes
saturated by tears
gone in a blink of time
the days gone bye
past is the years of children
future the days to renew life
give it a whirl and a light spin
will it wallow in the depths of dark
or securley in the light
deserted on our own
in stinging dark
to find our way homes
your promise of safety
bleached white and stark
fears in their mind
whats in the heart
is spawned now
before frightened eyes
declaration today to see this through
the end draws near
i draw closer sitting tightly with you
the sun sets on the final night
if it ends now it means nothing
this final light is not in the sky
but lives in you eyes
Mannequin with a smileMannequin with a smile11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mannequin in the window
perfection in wilds eyes
forever a widow
souless and stonefaced in time
limelights stoic screen
stand there with a smile
let them ogle and scream
stand there with a smile
perfect and sheen
a dream in a dream
see her dance
wriggle and scream
free of scorn
a slate swiped clean
her image immortalized
stand there with a smile
in the end ostricized
stand there with a smile
dead inside emotions plasticized
"Cut me do i not bleed?!!"
she cries to them all
she is finnally awake
but only in their world
in hers she still dreams
spotlight in her eyes
stand there and smile
open mouth hiding lies
stand there and smile
a life swallowed by time
over a simple smile
Shutter flash..click..boomShutter flash..click..boom10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A drop from a wall into the ground
a fling through a window for the fun of the rush
breaking the glass for the thrill of a sound
even in the light its all a hush
chop shop butchers block
a head in wait
for the axes stop
it all done with the face of a saint
Rush Rush adrenaline in the blood
here we go again another kill another pun
all the same a different kind of flood
hard to believe some call it fun
Flash Flash go the cameras shutter click boom
in the paper readers will see soon
the entertainment for them and tears for the rest
next we'll see the rest the voices say "who?"
Encouraged by ratings only killing us further
on a razors edge the fine line justified
as it may be its still just a form of torture
why show it when it will make their mothers cry
redemption in the eyes
fists pumping in the dark
waiting for more lies
excuses are what they bark
Media smiles and glistening eyes
appealing to the masses
sleazy smiles and quivering spines
strapped to a chair now he speaks passive
Nightly FableNightly Fable11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
drag me to the street
leave me on my own
for all the world to see
i'll walk this beat
with shoes of lead
these soles handsewn
im back again
what to do now
curiosity killed the cat
but you must remember
9 lives makes the past clear
and the future known
curiosity to the dogs
satisfactions whats in this heart
its what led me back
like that childs fable
the cat in the hat came back
Forget a vow remember a memoryForget a vow remember a memory10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hide in the trees away from the world
cut them down with a flick of the wrist
its much sturdier than the steel of a sword
keep talking we'll eventually get the gist
I wish to see through you
like a stained glass pane
but i can never forget you
or the spot you lay slain
hurting me to remember this day
is it wrong to forget you?
i will always cherish every word you could ever say
but no i made this vow to never forget you
a vow i shall remember in every way
a penny for a thought more like a scar
but yours is still a wound
this healings end can't be seen from afar
ripped open again bleeding soon
small town sunrise an hour till dawn
a few seconds ago dusk had just fallen
these dreams took over forever in them drawn
light shines through on a face grown sullen
these chains constricting my feelings
physically fine ready and willing
emotions broken behind green eyes weeping
an image in a dream unfulfilling
I loved you then and always will
no one can take your place
although they might try and
Mirror on the wallMirror on the wall11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
scared little child
let me wipe your tears
don't live in denial
start facing your fears
look in the mirror
a sleepless face
signs of terror
stay in this world
don't take to the end
stop living the weak
this time is yours
the fear to send
"show me your face"
soft spoken and weak
"im right here stare straight"
slicing the dark lightening streaks
ive been battling myself
awakened and dreaming
alone as it seems
this mirror shatters forth
from a frightened scream
the dark has won
this futures done
as it seems
-Bisexual-They said Im so greedy-Bisexual-9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They said Im so unfair
Its only sex that I want
And feelings I dont care
They said Im not happy
If I couldnt stick to one
They said my love is empty
And sincerity is none
You just dont know what it feels like
To be called unjust
To be called restless
And a slave to lust
Who are you to judge me
On how I should live
I am also human
Who sin and forgive
They said I play safe
They said Im a coward
I switch when I like it
And get all the reward
They said Im confused
But that is not so
I am just free to choose
Love is for everyone I know.
Stupid MeStupid me!Stupid Me10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I go...
creating another lie and another black hole.
What have I done
that I would pretend
to let this happen
and let me play the victim?
Now that I know just what I have done
I don't want to tell a soul
and let the sympathy in.
For I don't deserve the tears
or the attention.
All I've done
I've done to hurt myself
So what have I done
and what can I do?
I've damaged something
that could have been true.
And now I lie in this mess I've made.
Seems fitting that blood
would be the liquid to stain
The Price of Our ExistanceThe spiral we're onThe Price of Our Existance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constantly spinning and moving
at a steady pace.
The price of your existence
This is what remains.
Polluted and corrupted
Land of glory
Sickened by perversions
Perversions we've created.
Broken all ties
Broken all vows
Broken all covenants
This is the result.
The result of trial and error
The result of experimentation
The result of our very own existance
of a sin
Became a flame
The flame became a fire
Destroyed everything in it's path
A discussion became an argument
An argument became a fight
A fight became a shootout
A shootout became a war
A war became the end of the world.
The path we unknowingly chose
Leads us to our doom.
Where is our salvation!?
We slowly lost our grasp
After choosing the wrong path
Making mistake and error
We are now
LaughingLaughing10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw her again and the inflictions of my past were astounding.
I took in the unchanged look of her and found myself laughing.
Sweet laughter is much better than the tears I shed just a year before.
And laughter is the only thing I'd give to her anymore.
Still I hate to admit all the feelings that were provoked.
A friendship of five years so suddenly revoked.
But there are no more questions or wondering why this had to be.
Gone are the trust and the promises that she took from me.
I'm still blown by the definition she's formed in my head.
When someone is threatened, what they'll do to come out ahead.
And they wonder why I cannot tell them what I am thinking.
Never again will anyone make me feel like I am sinking.
I saw her yesterday and the shock was astounding.
I hope when our glances exchanged she saw me laughing.
Fallen From GraceFallen From Grace10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pinned against a wall
You tore my wings off.
Don't let me die here…
My black angel
I'm living this lie…
And you're relishing in it.
Like the child crying in the corner
The killer so carefully anthraxes
You're a villain.
My wings lay hopeless and forgotten
Shriveling in the light of your eyes
Pick me up
You shoved me down.
Again and again.
I can't feel the pain anymore
And without my wings I'm powerless to you
My halo has slipped down now
And it's choking the misery out of my pale blue eyes
Bloody tears come flooding down my face
I know who you are…
Stomped and crushed,
You took my life and made an end.
Cruel intentions and cold hearted feelings
I'm the fool in this.
You can't feel me here
In your arms;
I'm weeping for our lost love
...Your lost love.
The scars that have ridden on my conscience are erasing your face
Heartless MessHeartless Mess10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lost heart, a missing word.
I've poured my heart out.
And, you've simply cleaned up the mess.
The pain..the death..These scars will never leave,The pain..the death..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that now, I knew that then,
I still cut deep, deep enough to scar,
As the blade slices in,
I can feel the relief,
Through my shirt I can see it all,
Spreading like death and disease,
I think of him,
I think of us,
I think of the times we had,
I now know I can't have him,
And I know it's done this to me,
Messed me up inside,
Right down to my core, my soul,
Every time I see his smile,
Every time I smell him,
Feel his heat or hear his voice,
Another scar etches on my mind,
Another painful memory,
That wont be remembered,
For fear of the pain, the death, the disease.
Romanticide -prelude...-Romanticide -prelude...-10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't close your eyes, love
This'll only hurt for a second
(tick, tick, tick)
Seconds to minutes and minutes to hours
I signed my name on the dotted line
The scarlet "T" on my chest is almost as obvious
As your desire for pleasure.
I'm feeling nothing but your eyes on me
I'm seeing nothing but your devilish smirk
My heart itches
And it's incurable
The cancer is devouring my covet
And your promises melt away
Like chocolate in the sun.
The pencil is permanent
I have lead poisoning and its name is love
This disease is uncontrollable
Your horns are showing now
Poking through the delicate flesh and messy hair
You like it that way.
Your teeth to fangs
And from there it's fear
My heart is racing and the temptation is killing me
(tick, tick, tick)
The clock ticks my life away
As hours turn into minutes, and those into milliseconds
You can't stop moving
If we're all going in slow-motion.
Don't hurt me
Not for this second.
Not for the n
Shredded WheatShredded Wheat10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breakfast used to be a peaceful time;
I could munch on brunch and clear my mind.
Stare out the window at the backyard world,
And watch the playful habits of the squirrels.
But as the days passed by I began to realize,
The squirrels had a gleam, a gleam in their eyes.
What were they doing, what was their plan?
They grew in numbers, bonding as a clan.
They sat in the branches; they sat on the limbs,
They sat plotting something quite evil and grim.
And every morning when I would awake,
They'd swing on the trees and cause them to shake.
With each passing day the terror grew worse,
Until it got to the point that they'd no longer disperse.
They bounded towards the house in a grey rage,
Stuck in my home, my home and my cage.
They clawed at the windows, they clawed at the doors.
They dug under the house and clawed at the floors.
And when they got tired, they'd just sit and stare in,
Watching my shadow and everything else within.
I awoke in the night to a loud clangor and clatter.
The glass in
Clowns and false cheersClowns and false cheers11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
split ear to ear
walking this mile
showing this fear
send now the clowns
with makeup of fate
no crying aloud
this cheer false..fake
wake up in the night
realized a dream
no more fright
its not what it seems
no more dreams
alone in a room
four walls of steel
await your doom
one final prayer
around your neck
this fateful noose