A Family AffairA Family AffairA Family Affair7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been only a few days since they had spent the night together. No! Not that you get it all wrong, they had only shared the bed for a night.
Remus Lupin was sitting in the library of #12 Grimmauld Place. He was reading a book, not that of a big surprise, because this was his usual pastime.
He was sitting with his back against the arm of the old dusty but quite comfortable sofa, his legs stretched out on the length of the worn out piece of furniture. Behind his back there were several pillows and his book was placed on his lap.
After closer observation one would conclude that Remus actually had been reading. His eyes were already closed, and his breathing was deep and steady. It could have been the responsibility of the book he had been reading, the title promised very little amusing or adventurous content.
Nymphadora Tonks on the other hand was currently stumbling through stormy and rainy London. She was on her way to #12 Grimmauld Place. Just
UtFM_chapter 13UtFM_chapter 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fenrir Greyback walked up the stairs, cautious. He didnt feel like being encountered with one of those leeches as he liked to call them. He didnt get what the Dark Lords plans with those bloodsuckers were. Surely werewolves were good enough? He had tried to convince him with the fact that his own clan wouldnt appreciate the fact that there were vampires staying in the large mainson as well. A dumb thing to try really, he had definately discovered that. His whole body was still aching.
The once mighty Fenrir Greyback had turned into a slave of the wizards. The time that they all feared him had been long gone. But now, with the help of the Dark Lord, it would all change. He just knew it. Voldemort had offered his clan wealth, freedom and yes, the promise of fresh meat. Human meat.
But they did have to do something in return, join his army, to fight Dumbledore and all the other wizards that had been so foolish to decide that they could lock t
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
DarknessDarkness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm starting to like the darkness now.
I can't see myself.
I can't see what I know is going on.
Maybe I hear every little creak,
but not if I scream.
Not if I drown out everything.
So this is how it has to be
to stop feeling this way,
to stop feeling the intensity inside.
So this is how it has to be
if I'm going to stay alive.
I'm starting to like the smallness of my car
when no one is there
and I am left entirely alone.
I'm used to these tears
that I haven't seen in years,
that stream down my face almost nightly now.
So this is how it has to be
to stop feeling this way,
to control the intensity inside.
So this is how it has to be
if I'm going to stay alive.
Insatiable I guess,
but in such a mess...
The short drive back to my home.
with the tears by my side
till I'm finally inside.
My room is dark it seems
where I let out all my screams.
I guess this is how it has to be.
Court of the Queen heart ofCourt of the Queen heart of10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
walk this road full of memories
thoughts of nights past in your arms
staring in your eyes the piercing green
never once could i resist
or even understand your charm
frightened away the pain the hate
all that was left was the serene
These dreams go by in the night
with the speed that of a bullet train
the thoughts brighten this heart bring its light
the tears stream down
marching to the drum of this winter rain
glance into the fog through the moonlight
see a shape in the night
is this a trick of the streetlights magic
or a facade cooked up by a mourning mind
the realism of this image only adds to the thought
a rememberance of once gone...something so tragic
Living and dieing is what is the tragedy
day to day i mourn the loss of a soul
sad thing is living without in this world is the comedy
if this worlds a stage lets skip to the final act
in the kings court i'll play the lackluster fool
i'll bow to you on your velvet throne
long gone to the night
but forever you'll play my queen my maje
Sorrow filled my bloodSorrow filled my bloodSorrow filled my blood10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
water seeps within
this detremental flood
washes over dead skin
Mend the cracks,
left ther by pain,
freed of the sorrow,
that plagued this soul
Break free from the chains,
That hold you there,
Your time to bask,
In the warmth of Joy's light.
disrupted by nightmares
torn from my dreams
caught in your snare
hear me forever scream
one day i shall catch it
that outbursting light
but nevermore shall i wake
nevermore shall i keep my sight
These silent tears I shed,
Wash away the web of dreams,
wake you from that dreadful slumber,
Take my hand now,
As I may be your strength,
That once again you will see,
Once again you may see,
To fight this battle with me
The battle comes in time
forget this rythm
forge these ryhmes
take my hand
in this full moon we'll dine
this memory strong
shall never die
Til then end of time,
the memory shall dance,
and live in my mind,
Reminding me forevermore,
that you will be by me,
and inside my heart,
Forever shall be.
In this heart
The Snape RapA/N: Wow. Im weird, but my friends all love it, so I present to you .THE SNAPE RAP.The Snape Rap7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THE SNAPE RAP
My name is Severus Snape
And I live in the Hood
Yall thought I was bad
But really Im good
I was a Death Eater
Returned to Dumbledores side
Told Riddle I was faithful
Well, sorry, I lied!
That crazy Dark Wizard,
He killed my girl.
Me, stay on his side?
The thought makes me hurl.
She had emerald eyes
And lovely dark red hair
She was a Muggleborn
But I really didnt care.
She loved James Potter
And she had his kid
I told Voldy not to kill her
Butguess what?he did.
So I joined the light
And I fought with my head
Then the Dark Lord took his snake
And it killed me dead.
So the last thing I saw
As I fled these mortal skies
In James Potters face
Were Lilys green eyes.
Virgin ThoughtsVirgin Thoughts12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always hated virgins
Till I realised
I wanted to be your first.
The Ultimate MarauderThe Ultimate MarauderThe Ultimate Marauder7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He awoke with a start, feeling the unfamiliar pressure of something on his shoulder.
He suppressed a yawn, and turned his head slightly, opening one eye in the process. The first thing he found out was that it was apparently early morning. The dim light of a rising sun shone through the thick curtains attached to the windows of #12 Grimmauld Place.
Secondly, he thought with a movement of stirring his sleeping muscles back to life, he was not laying in his bed. In fact, he recognised the firm but comfortable sofa of Grimmauld's library.
The third - and most disturbing - thing he noticed was Nymphadora Tonks laying curled at his side, her head on his shoulder and one arm draped around his stomach.
Remus Lupin panicked. How had he got there for Merlin's sake?
His left arm was wrapped around Tonks' back, holding her close. He could not bring himself to move away, or wake her up for that matter. So he stayed where he was and sank back into the arm of the sofa, t
HP: A Bedtime StoryTiny footsteps creaking on the stairs. A unicorn plush under an arm. A multi-colored blanket trailing on the floor as he makes his way quietly to the living room. The fire cracks.HP: A Bedtime Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Andromeda Tonks looks up from her knitting at the sound of the small voice.
Teddy, what are you doing up?
The fire bathes the living room in a soft light and throws long shadows onto the floor and walls. Moonlight shines through the windows, and Teddy knows it is far past his bedtime. His grandmother is wrapped in a robe near the fire, sitting in a rocking chair. She looks concerned, so he hops down the last few steps and shuffles over next to her.
I cant sleep. What if a Dementor comes and gets me? Harry isnt here to protect me.
Andromeda sighs, puts her knitting aside, and then scoops Teddy up to sit in her lap. She picks up his blanket and wraps it aroun
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
Happiness is goldenHappiness is golden10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a emerald heart
these silver tides
shower this world apart
their burning bright
a smile is born
this sky spreads its light
for one we yearn
Life grown strong
evil dies weak
nothing feels wrong
this life reaching its peak
Passion for life
rememberance of past
events in flight
a beautiful gasp
these footsteps in time
the tracks steady and rythmic
looking back all were mine
heart beat like a clocks steady tick
these ryhming lines
grace your ears
embedded in time
to dry your tears
A love for two things.I hate to see him with herA love for two things.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It tears my world apart.
I wish that I was with him
In his thoughts and in his heart.
He knows I really like him
I don't know what to do.
I wish I cud be with him
Like paper stuck with glue.
Theres not a minute I don't think about it
I want to throw my life away.
But the feelings are still with me
Each and everyday.
I wish I could get over him
And get on with my life.
But everytime I see him
I pick up this shining knife.
I harm myself to cover all
The love and all the pain.
But in the end I realise
I'll eventually go insane.
I love the blood dripping
It floods my hurt away.
Is this the way it'll always be?
Will I always have to pay?
My love for 2 things
Is getting out of hand.
My mind is quickly slipping
I don't know where I stand.
I don't want to harm myself
I don't want to feel this pain.
Because after all this really
Whats there for me to gain?
Maybe I should avoid him
Not see that lovely smile.
Not even smell him, hear him
Or kiss him for a while.
Shit, title's too long...Dont Mess With Ministry PropertyShit, title's too long...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He didnt know how itd happened.
Well, he did, but it had been going so very fast that he had not had the slightest chance to stop it.
It was like a pencil rolling off over the edge of a table. You saw it happen and knew in a second of time it would be falling and hitting the floor afterwards. But you had to sit there, watching, because the split-second in which you could have saved it from the fall had already passed.
Only this wasnt just a pencil breaking its lead.
Remus Lupin teared his hair. He was screwed. They were screwed. They could be discovered. And then they could be sent to Azkaban. Or worse: they could destroy the future how they knew it.
And all because of a stupid challenge.
And whod gotten him into this mess? Of course.
Sirius! a short girl beside him exclaimed.
Remus turned his head. His eyes locked with two dark brown ones, whom belonged to a young woman with pink hair, who was curr
trapped like ratstrapped like rats10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every electric keyboard whine can be sublime
when mice eat cheese all night from silver dishes that
tickle their whiskers
and the rats will cringe from where they wait in the wings
with their hairy tails in traps,
"oh the tales we could tell, cos you see,
we used to get the cheese
back when the wurlitzer hum made the basement floor and
walls samba like a six-point-five somewhere along the
san andreas, bigger at the epicentre, yes,
don't you see now…"
yes, see now –
when your life story consists of bottomless lattes
and the hours you waste thinking on the years
you wasted getting the education you'll never use and for which
you didn't save the receipt so there's no return,
no refund or exchange;
all those little lives are gone like the will of mice
in traps when the top half of the cage
clangs down on the bottom and all that cheese just
rots in their stomachs like acid and they'd
rather be the rat –
"at least for
An Ending Cry for GraceAn Ending Cry for GraceAn Ending Cry for Grace10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quarter after midnight, 'tis the witching hour
I sit upright upon my covers, my heart trembling
The ghosts and demons within my room continue to grow sour
My heart is decaying to ashes
I yearn to cry but dare not for her embrace is not near
The tears, demons' candy and phantoms' calling
My attempts to stay cold and emotionless fail, down drops a tear
Doth it slither like a serpent to no end or start
Filed nails continue to scrape at scars, digging to the soul
I lose the words once more and mourn in shock and awe
Oh dear God! Why?! Why must we endure such torment that makes us cold?
I shiver, I tremble, I cry out, I scratch and cling to our sacred wall
Dear merciful God! Make it stop! Make it cease!
You have assisted my family and most of my friends in their time of need
Why? Why am I so different? Kneeling before you in a puddle of tears for peace!
What makes it hard for you to believe I'm not invincible?
Why can't I be heard? Send me a portal to my love!
Balance and Breadbalance and bread by michael b titmanBalance and Bread10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
belonging to you this bead
braided in your silken hair
don't shy away the moon
or its gilded care
i once found it there
that latent, pear-drop bead
in a pale light, so resplendent
in amongst the weeds
i'm not sure where friendship or love lie
or where they may cross
but they became the pale moonlight
a knight to the bead emboss
the weeds despoiled the land
covering a playground of child
where do the keepers lay
to keep out all the wild
maybe the daybreak beckons
and dewfall feeds the flower
on this trail of love
un-traveled at this hour
it is what we thought
ill t'wards the weeds its kin
a reapers scythe swept down
to empty our souls within
what rings within the air
but a voice so lonely, 'tis neigh
the keeper awakens, unaware
of the weeds, their doomsday cry
but daylight! oh wedded vow
broken unto us this bread
a halting of this chorus
shedding light before the dead
bonds do not break the rye
holding the weeds, its use unfurled
and its distrust ba
to the skyto the sky10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you pay respects
you dig your graves
lie seep forth such as life
from a severed neck
Sky rains forth
the judgment of time
heavy like lead
the balance of life
unfold like thread
Dread comes from life
disturbing this peace
a rift in what we called fine
this energy ascends seeking redemption
the souls go down farther
there the evil shall dine
Discussion of life
fear of death
the two entertwine
and flow into the next
one equals freedom
the other ball and chain
well in my view
they're one in the same
Cement and water wingsCement and water wings10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rise up from your feet
through this ashe
ignore what they speak
Show them the past
Break this wall
push down this idol
now the time has come
to purge these leaders
like unwanted bile
scrape this flesh
clear this path
escape your death
clear this earth
this bloody aftermath
toss them to the depths
to this broiling sea
fit them for
these cement laden water wings
Final FarewellFinal Farewell10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Closed eye surgery
To this killing beat
Open eye perjury
Spilling mouthfuls of deceit
"Respect your elders dear"
Was what they said
"Look up to your peers"
Their words over my head
Ignored by defiant ears
I hear those words
It sends me to dwell
They go through me
Swords of fire
Darker than hell
Your lips move
What comes out
Does not calm nor sooth
More like a gout
Lies, hate and death
Are thrown throughout
I'll listen and listen well
When its done and over
I will have the end
This final farewell
Believe Me, MomBelieve Me, Mom10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I'm just like you,
I'm growing older
and making mistakes.
Just trying to cut it in a big world
with such little chances.
So I'm not perfect,
but I never promised I would be.
And you never promised I had to be.
But there you are,
here I am,
And I'm hearing how it would be so much better
If I had been just so much better.
Two feet on the floor
and I feel I'm sinking
somewhere below the carpet.
My eyes are on fire.
I can feel the flame down through my fingertips.
Hatred spills from every pore of my body
at the comments that I am hearing.
But I'm sick of this.
As much as I can't stand to hear
one more imperfection.
So with teeth clenched and a trembling jaw
I wait for your hurricane to subside
so I can run away again.
And I know you're around the house,
tears spilled over how no one understands you.
But I'm here in my same room
tears spilled over just how well I understand you.
Believe me Mom, I understand you.
TrappedTrapped10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel the sin bury you
It's condemning my sweet
my ex love.
The walls are closing in on you
Suffocate and hear your bones be crushed
Ashes to ashes.
The kitten grows weary and
The mouse is devious.
Quite a plan.
Oh, but I was blind
And my perscription glasses broke long ago
When I looked upon your face.
The future I held so delicately slid through my fingers.
This is the poem that makes you slit your wrists
--When in agony
Cry out my name, sweet kitten
And to dust you shall return.