Hermione's Web Part FiveHermione's Web Part Five4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this
No warnings whatsoever--fluffy fluffy fluffy.
Hermione's note to Draco:
So it's official--tomorrow is our first real date. A smiling face. We'll have a picnic (I'll provide)and hopefully see a peryton. And I'll explain why I need to see a peryton. You're going to think I'm an idiot.
I'm glad you liked 'The Hobbit'--that's one of my favorite books. If you had hated it, I would have had to break up with you. A laughing face. I'm joking... sort of. Gollum is like V. Or V. is like Gollum. Eternal life, the ring... living a horrible half-llfe as a disfigured thing--very similar, don't you think? You have to read 'The Lord of the Rings' next. It's not as fun as 'The Hobbit,' but it says a lot that applies to what is going on in our world right now. Muggles think it's just fantasy. They're lucky to be able to think so.
I'm getting so
AnorexiaI hate youAnorexia9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For what you did to me
But even more
I hate you
For what you did to her
Why can't you see
How beautiful she was
How beautiful she could be
How do you sleep at night
Knowing well those you've taken
Stolen from those that love them most
Driving us all insane
Forced into slow suicide
Does it even slightly faze you
That you are
The dark side of Glamour
The unbearable unbearable pain inside
Making it visable through scars
Hidden underneith baggy clothes
They'll never know of our relationship
Hold me in your arms
And sing me to my final sleep
(nothing)Sitting on this bus,(nothing)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I am distinctly
I am the absence of this bus,
and the other passengers
There is some sort
of truth to this;
some sort of credence
that I can't
place my hands on.
(I am not the paper, only the folds
made by my fingers.
I am not the blankets,
only the indent left behind.
I am not the rain,
only the dry spots
marking the pavement.)
Even when I'm standing still,
I am not the air.
(I can only hold it in.)
Per fumusPeople ask me all the time what Qaterpillar Magazine is about? I can easily say it is about beauty, but of course not everyone can relate to my idea of beauty. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, this got me thinking... what exactly is my take on beauty? Evidently, I am aware of the fact that I am attracted to certain genres and styles more than others, but I find that a lot of times the decision whether I like something or not doesn't come as a result of a cerebral analysis of what's in front of me, but rather as a gut feeling.Per fumus3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
A while back, shopping at a local store, the clerk gave me a sample of a perfume that I really loved. The scent got stuck in my mind and a little while after my boyfriend surprised me with that same perfume as a present. It wasn't long until this became my favorite scent. Of course, as a result, I almost ran out of it. A few days ago, while looking at the almost empty bottle, something occurred to me. Art to me is like perfume.
A Life Without YouA Life Without You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Life Without You
A Near x Mello FanFic
My heart keeps beating fast. It feels as though my chest would break. "Relax.", I thought to myself. My breathing slowed a bit, but it became faster and rougher again as soon as I saw iron gates coming up on the view. I want to tell Gevanni to drive faster, but I know it would break my calm façade. So I waited for him to stop the car in front of the gate. He opened the door for me and said, "I'll wait for you here. Call me if you need me.". I nodded absently. I'm not paying that much attention to whatever Gevanni was saying. I held my paper bag tighter and I started to walk towards the peaceful but beautiful garden. I kept on walking for about 5 minutes until I saw him. Mello. The only person whom I loved and somehow, returned some of that love to me. I walked towards him and I felt the tears coming up. I controlled them but the pain in my chest had not receded. As soon as I reached him, I knelt down and pulled
It's Clear From My EyesIt's all so easy on your own isn't it?It's Clear From My Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just to be lost and wandering,
For a reason to breathe,
Or a place to be,
You don't know that you'll never find it,
It'll never be in front of your eyes,
He'll never be there,
That's why you don't care,
It's so easy to be lost in your self,
In your pain,
You've given up hope of finding a way out,
Still can't find that reason to breathe can you?
Because it's not that easy on your own.
Let the Lovers SleepLet the lovers sleep, my dear,Let the Lovers Sleep3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with tangled limbs exposed
lest they wake, and out of fear
fast don their heavy clothes
We were like them, and could be now,
it is not youth's sole domain
to feel those passions and wonder how
other souls feel not the same.
So let the dreamers sleep, my love
and fret not while they repose
'tis never a scandal to they above
to embrace your love while you doze.
Awkward Times Call For...I am sorry.Awkward Times Call For...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost the pen that I'd been using.
You know, that black gel one
that flows a river of ink?
Now your pages will be mismatched;
an okapi in literature form.
7 Deadly Sins: WrathHe clenched his fists7 Deadly Sins: Wrath3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And took deep breaths to calm himself.
Today was not this man's day.
Everything that could have gone wrong, did.
An idiot cut him off,
His boss fired him.
He got kicked out of his apartment,
And to top it all off, his girlfriend dumped him.
The man could feel his chest boil
All these other people
Were idiots to him.
He wanted to rid the world of them,
And leave only himself.
He tried to relax,
Only to feel more anger rise up.
He was mad at the world,
The idiotic world.
He had filled himself
Dream OnThe world is a bomb,Dream On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the slightest fraction of disturbance
It explodes into chaos.
Fleeting shadows slip across the surface
Disrupting every crevice of happiness.
Twisting vines of despair creep up
The walls of destiny.
But beyond this veil of darkness
There is a glimmer of Hope.
And that small, shining speck
Keeps every thing from falling apart.
It holds the world together
It gives us a reason to keep trying
To pursue our dreams
It gives us determination
Hope is the key to our world
So catch those shadows
Tear down those vines
Now reach out and part those dark curtains
Beyond them, is every dream ever dreamed
All of them waiting to be fulfilled by their owners
And now it's your turn
Chase your dreams, and don't stop until you catch them
CrinkleI think I leftCrinkle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bit of me behind
in your car
so many hours, year-long hours
transformed into a single panoramic memory
the color of it was always good.
there was a dusty sheen
that reminded me of a job well done
a cowboy hat nested
totally at peace
painting a little too thickly over the truth
like oils on tracing paper
creating a stain that just
gives you away
but the interior was far more important. far more prevalent
in my childhood notched-stick calendar
the tan, the beige, the taupe
the soundtrack to the peaceful mediocrity to which we aspired
well, all except you
Truth Bringer, Purger of Injustice,
impaled by your own flaming sword.
it was always so soft to the touch
by the door with the sunbright window
and resting my eyes often became
a harmony of even breathing; beautiful little polar bodies all in sync
around you, you ferocious lighthouse
the button is always in my mind, an inconspicuous pathway to the magic of flight
it always felt, always felt that we wer
Shh.Shh, and hear the silent screamShh.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the girl you used to be.
AloneAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many tears,
Hard to survive,
Out my eyes.
Want to die,
Feel so sad,
Red DustPainted by the red dustRed Dust3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We shoulder the weight
Scoured by the red winds
We carry the future
Connected to our origins
But never to return
We answer to Earth's people
Yet this planet is our own
Can we carry our own future
And cease being used?
Can we gain our independence
Without fighting a whole world?
Painted by the red dust
We shoulder the weight
Scoured by the red winds
We carry the future
Celestial Crossing Chapter 0: 7:15Celestial Crossing: Written by Nichole Parrish and Talia SciannaCelestial Crossing Chapter 0: 7:153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Zero: 7:15 pm
6:30pm - Annual Educator's Award Ceremony
Location - Civic Hall
The sun hid behind the looming buildings of the city, casting dark shadows over the people below as though the sun had already made its descent over the horizon as the wind blew softly. The chattering of voices carried on the wind as a woman walked slowly down the street toward the source. Her name was Melody Le'Meir, standing five feet five inches she was thin to an extreme; almost to the point where her rib cage could easily be seen through the gown she wore. Melody's skin was light in pallor and her long orange colored hair was pulled up into a bun though if freed, would fall down to her knees.
Peculiarly, the woman walked a foot exactly to the right and behind the man in front of her; her fiancé Johnathan Williams. He stood tall and proud, which was the opposite of the way Melody walked; her eyes cast down to the ground, shoulde
The Three LaughsThe Three Laughs9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The Three Laughs
adapted by Doug Lipman
Once, the disciples of the Baal Shem Tov decided to prepare him a special Sabbath. They worked for days to make sure that everything would be just as it should be, so that the spirit of the Sabbath would descend as it never had before.
At last, a few minutes before sundown on Friday night, they were all seated around a long table with the Baal Shem Tov at the place of honor at the head. The disciple who had been chosen for the special honor of lighting the Sabbath candles stood up and began to light the candles and say the blessing.
"Ha! Ha-ha!" Suddenly, the Baal Shem Tov gave a loud laugh.
The disciple lighting the candles looked around to see what was wrong--if there was something amiss with his clothing, perhaps--but everything was as it should be.
Later, they began the Sabbath meal. They gave the Baal Shem Tov the first bowl of the soup that they had labored so long over.
He tasted it.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh!" He laughed and laughed.
RemainRemain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water trickles in,
among the weathered rocks,
and I cannot stop its coming...
I woke up from silent slumber,
the oceans ebbing lullaby of grinding earth.
Getting louder, stronger
silence of the mind,
And so I did until the waters crept in,
to softly remind me of life.
And life was realized,
Hands, arms, shoulders, back,
hips, knees, legs, feet,
Learn to crawl in sand.
Learning to walk on stones,
I learn to tread carefully.
Safe, sharp, unsure,
how much risk?
A young girl falls in love,
with anything she wants.
Flowers, birds, trees,
a beautiful ocean.
A young girl loves a man,
he hurts her regularly,
and she treads on heavy stones,
like bare feet upon the rocky shores.
A finger slides against the dam
grazing it softly
picking softly at its edges
but enough to peel it free,
and the blood rushes forward once again.
A scar forms
This PoemThis poem is lame; This poem is strange.This Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through the terror; Don't try and be brave.
Finish this poem and my spirit be raised.
But pay no attention to what my words say,
this poem is lame; this poem is strange.
Betrayal of a GiantThe birth of a God,Betrayal of a Giant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drawing a path of saffron jewels and nymphs,
covering the bloody land unfolding under his feet,
The static pulse of cheering in his ears,
Those who feared and hid for so long,
Pounding in his chest as he celebrates,
As he rejoices for his well deserved faith
Let if evolve, let it pray
Then let it burn, let it drag
The birth of a tyrant,
The one who carried their world on his shoulders,
Adored for a day, massacred the next,
Sincerely believing in the flames of their eyes,
The praises they sang for his simple breaths
Crushed under their unworthy, viscous words,
Stabbed by the arrogance of their thirst.
The death of a story,
And another will sit on his golden throne,
Drowning in the love of those he once fed,
He will stand, and build and share,
Until another giant enters the arena.
This is how Gods live and die,
This is the circle that will forever remain.
And they will live through the pages,
Teaching us their sordid lessons of humility.
But history is eagerly forgott
CookiesSomething smelled fantastic.Cookies4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The aroma hit Karkat like a brick to the face. His brain was frozen on an endless loop of ohmygodwhatisthatohmygodohmygod but his feet were already following the scent down the hall and into the kitchen.
John was just pulling a tray out of the oven. "Oh, hey Karkat!"
Karkat swallowed. "John. What is that. What are you doing."
"What, the cookies?" John reached into a drawer for a spatula and began carefully prying the cookies from the tray. "I'm trying to re-create my Dad's chocolate-chip recipe. You wanna taste-test?" He plopped three cookies onto a plate, and nudged it in Karkat's direction.
He could have said no. He could have made excuses - what's a troll supposed to know about human cookie recipes? He could have done any number of things, except that they smelled so good, and he hadn't had lunch yet, and the rule of never ever ever ever waste food had been impressed on his mind from a young age, and anyway it would just be a
A l o n eB-r-o-k-e-n |h|e|a|r|t|,A l o n e4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
B l a c k e n e d sky,
S t a r l e s s *n*i*g*h*t*.
Stand Tall Stand TallStand Tall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You might ask why
because this is my last goodbye
I had to try
I thought I might feel something as I wrote this
Another chance to start
You hurt me
You cast me aside
When life got tough
When things got rough
When I needed your arms just to hold me
You sold me
You looked me over
But you could no longer behold me
You were my world
We would lay back and giggle
Joking about how one day you would be my wife
It was all a lie
You severed every tie
You couldn't look me in the eye
You couldn't hear my voice
You made your choice
You tossed me aside
And walked away
Leaving me with so many things left to say
But I'm betrayed...
By echos in my heart
Longing for you to stay
I will not crawl
I will not beg
I will Stand tall
Or not at all
I was your puppet
Dancing along to every whim
Seeing the truth...
I could not begin
I followed your faith blindly
But now I can see
How things really used to be
A love once bright and