Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lay your head down on me,
Close your eyes so you can't see.
Rest your heart to revive,
Rest your soul to survive.
I'll hold you close to my heart,
As you dream, we'll never part.
I'll comfort you as you lie,
Hearts beat as one, you and I.
So sweet dreams, my loving dear,
And when you awake, I'll be here.
I'm Finetwo wordsI'm Fine6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
The MaskShe is strongThe Mask4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is happy.
She has no problems.
She does not cry.
She is . . . perfect.
She is depressed.
She is sad.
She has no hope.
She cries herself to sleep.
She is . . . imperfect.
But they are the same.
One real, one fake.
One with a mask, one without.
Why the mask?
She is scared.
Today and TomorrowAnd as for Today…Today and Tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today they only took five tubes of blood
Five tubes of blood
Only five tubes of blood.
They weren’t quite sure that I would have enough
That I would have enough
But I did have enough
I didn’t run out
I didn’t run out
It all ran out
Without me running out.
Today they say that my numbers are lower
My numbers are lower and
It’s not good that they’re lower
They aren’t quite sure what it all means
That it means anything
Though it means everything
It means so much
It means so much
They hang their heads low
Since it’s meaning so much.
Today I had hope though I knew that was dumb
I knew that was dumb,
I KNEW that was dumb.
Today I had hope and now I have none
All gone, every one
Hope is gone, everyone
I had a shiny hope and now the glitter is gone.
Today I wondered how it would feel
How I would feel
How I will feel
They won’t tell me now because they’re afraid
Because they don’t know
and because they
Three's a Crowd"I think you've had more than your fair share of wine, Tumnus," Lucy chuckled, after Tumnus had twirled her around in circles before bending her over backwards and kissing her soundly on the mouth. "Honestly, you're acting like a complete, lovestruck fool tonight!" Tumnus just laughed heartily, and she joined him, unable to help herself.Three's a Crowd5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was small wonder, really, that Tumnus was acting the way he was. He and Lucy were engaged to be married, and they only had one more day until the big day.
Everyone at the Cair had been working overtime. The cooks, in particular, had been slaving practically night and day in the kitchen for the last week; the smells that wafted out almost continuously were incredible. They'd had a wonderful dinner that evening, though it was not nearly as supreme as the wedding feast would be, for they would eat extravagantly.
Now, Tumnus was leading Lucy to her chambers for the night, and being playfully romantic about it.
Of course, Lucy didn't mind. She wished tom
Just To Make You HappyWould it make you happy if I died?Just To Make You Happy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would it make you happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
You seem to hate my simple triumphs.
You scream to me about insignificant truths.
I can see I'm not good enough for you.
I can see you need more than me.
But I have to try.
Would you be happy if I died?
Would you be happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
Maybe I'm not worth life,
But when you make me feel like I deserve death
just to make you happy,
I half worry I will help you in that very way.
RealizationI am a ghost.Realization4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fading in, fading out of lives
This wind is bitter and unforgiving
Like a shark.
I simply float
Like a crisp autumn leaf.
I soar along.
Yes, you fear me.
I would know.
Why shouldn't you? I'm cold; I'm dead.
But I'm not a menace!
A monster, yes
But not a menace.
You can trust me! I promise!
What could I possibly do to you?
I won't hurt you.
I can't hurt you.
I can't even touch you;
I can't feel your skin.
I can't feel anyone's skin.
I'm dead; I'm cold
No warm flesh, no hugs and kisses
I can't feel those.
I can't feel.
I'm cold; I'm dead now.
No more holding hands, no more brushing faces
Fiery heat from across the living room
Is inviting in this terrible weather.
But this room is a ravine
And this is only a dream.
Well, not only a dream;
Rather, completely and entirely
Within a reality of absurd proportions.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
It is still reality.
And that, that nightmare, I can feel.
BeachI see only blueBeach4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In light and dark, as restless
Ocean meets still sky.
Neville's LetterIt's a beautiful day in London. With the sun shining, children playing in the park, and the air filled with wonderful sounds and scents, no one can resist a smile! Unless, of course, today you are Neville Longbottom, all thoughts of happiness replaced with worry and fear. Some wizards and witches stop and stare confusingly at the 11 year-old boy standing on the front lawn of 86 Hedowlark Road, with his arms outstretched to the sky, as if expecting a gift from the Lord. Neville ignored them all, his eyes fixed expectantly at the summer sky.Neville's Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neville's mother let out an exasperated sigh as she looked out the bedroom window.
"Mother!" She cried. "Get Neville back in the house! He's going to get sunburn from standing there all day, not to mention humiliation." She stared at the geering passerby.
A woman in her 70's walked with surprising speed into Mrs.Longbottom's bedroom, glaring at her daughter.
"Oh Alice, give the boy some hope, will you?" She replied. "He's been waiting fore
Even the Strong Girl CrumblesI don't like being savedEven the Strong Girl Crumbles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but at the same time I want it,
has been haunting my dreams of late,
I want someone to see my weak side
and accept it, as a part of me.
I want someone to willingly,
with every atom in their body,
wrap their arms around me
and encompass me in safety,
shelter, love and warmth.
I want to feel their heart beating
against my own.
Their life force and love
I want someone to love me,
not for petty reasons,
but because I need it.
(I'm falling apart)
I need you.
Yin and Yang"Momma... I have a secret for you.Yin and Yang5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you can't tell anyone,
especially not Dad.
Please, not Dad. Okay?"
"What is this world coming to?!
My child, I love you but this is wrong.
I should have known all along.
This is disgusting.
It is not natural, it's habitual
your spending time
with those fags."
"But Momma, this is who I am.
I was hoping that you'd understand,
how I see the beauty in yin and yang.
Men and women are truly the same,
in these blind eyes and open heart.
Is it wrong to love someone,
to see past their body parts?"
DogHe was called Dog,Dog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That was his name.
You see I said was.
Today that changed.
His number was called,
His time was up.
He licked her hand.
(He was only a pup.)
She held his paw.
And poisoned his vein.
She was good a her job,
He felt no pain.
His dark eyes closed,
He uttered a whine.
His body fell still,
He'd reached his time.
He was called Dog.
That was his name.
Left at the pound,
He ran out of days.
The SwanThe Swan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lied to both of them and said that everything was fine.
She took shards of glass from the broken mirror and smiled that she had seven years of bad luck. Maybe she would believe such superstitions in a different time and place. Blood trickled down from her hand and into the drain. Swirling, angry red curls always shifting. Vanishing like her breath once it left her lungs. All was silent in the bathroom.
If she was already dying, then one little cut wouldn't hurt.
Once many years ago she had seen a swan drifting atop the surface of the pond. No birds had ever come to that pond in late fall, and only mallards in the summer. They would always wail and fill the air with the fluttering sound of feathers. She looked out at the pond that night and saw the bird in the moonlight. Its feathers were the color of that orb in the sky, graceful neck circling a mystery. The water was still and white flakes floated down. She had never seen a swan and doubted she'd see another.
She remembered the bir
The Bridge"Yeah?? You and WHOSE army?"The Bridge4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Well, he had an entire army at his back...a ravenous mix of lycanthropes and hired thugs, all waiting for the chance to hex the hell out of anyone who stood their ground.
That is, until, 4 of his men had shattered into pieces of blue light...just gone, right in front of him.
THAT caused some to hesitate.
Scabior regarded this bold young lad who faced off an entire mob on his own. Despite his awkward appearance, the Snatcher had to admire this brave, stupid boy. He wasn't sure if he would be able to face off his group, had it been him.
Still, this young man was stupid...dumber then a bag of hammers.
Scabior's breath rushed through his nose and mouth, and erupted in plumes of steam in the brisk night air, his chest heaving as his beastly instinct for violence fought with his grounding, common sense.
Four of his men had hit this...this shield, and simply disintegrated...broke into a million tiny fragments, and were blown into the four winds.
This magic was not
on the way to being happyand victor, i would miss youon the way to being happy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had you not taught me
how to push my grief from my chest and
and stitch together
the bloody scraps
to make a wild-eyed creature
that will do as i say
and love me back
Neville and Hannah - part 3As Neville stepped onto the Hogwarts express, despite the terrible events of the previous year and the return of Voldemort, he felt unreasonably cheerful. He was finally going back to where his few friends were and, more importantly, where Hannah was.Neville and Hannah - part 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He hadn't had much chance to talk to her for the rest of the previous year, there had been so much absolute confusion and fear in the last few weeks and tightened security everywhere but they had kind of half waved at each other whenever they happened to meet and met in the herbology garden once more one misty lunchtime when Hannah's other friends had preferred to stay inside in the warm.
At the leaving feast , he had seen her crying after the toast to Cedric Diggory and felt something of a repeat of what he'd felt in the greenhouse an overwhelming desire just to hold her and be near her forever. But then Macmillan had put his arm around her and he got a grip on himself strenuously ignoring the roaring in his ears, al
Why Don't You Kill Yourself?Today I told my doctor I was an atheistWhy Don't You Kill Yourself?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
she didn't take it well
the first words our of her mouth were:
"You can't be!"
then I asked her if she ever thought
about becoming an atheist
immediately the shutters on her mind
slammed down and she said:
i could never be an atheist
and lets me know there is
absolutely nothing i could say
that would ever convince her
all i wanted her to do
was to seriously think about
why she's a theist
to not throw up that wall
around your mind
when someone starts
talking about the subject
just to leave it down
then imagine what her life would be
like if she did not believe in god
this is a second generation doctor
who spends time with you and knows you
if i wanted to talk politics
or any other subject
in the world
she would be open
on an objective basis
without declaring her intention
right up front
to never consider the idea period
this is a physician
educated, literate, intelligent
attractive in emma thompson way
Our Greatest Kept SecretOur Greatest Kept Secret4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Professor snape" A fimlar voice said as Severus entered his classroom. This was odd how did anyone get into his class room before class time? He turned to the otherside of the door and saw his love of his life
"Lily!?" This was a shock to him he hadn't seen Her in over nine months When they had a lttle affair. She had a small bundle in her arms and she looked sickly, he ran to her ,and help her to his office. She sat cradleing the bundle it was clear that it was a child she held.
"She's pretty isn't she?" She said weakly and pulling off the cover off the baby's face she looked like lily but not like james.
"Jame's she's cute." he said jelously "But Lily you look like you should be in the infirmary. What happen to you." Snape now sounded serious.
"No not James'. Yours Severus, she's yours." Severus as stuned at this they only had one affair and it produce this child! He head his head think about what would james would do to him if he found out.
"Does he know?"
Dramione - Consequences Ch1~~~~~~~~~*THIS GOES ON AROUND THE 5TH/6TH YEAR IN HOGWARTS KTHXBYE*~~~~~~~~~Dramione - Consequences Ch14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hermione walked down the dark halls that led to the Gryffindor common room frowning, due to the fact that she had been kicked out of the library. Can you believe that? What an outrage! Well, it was reasonable though, she was there since shortly after breakfast, trying to find out how to do her Defense Against the Dark Arts paper. She had only gone halfway through. Surely Ron and Harry would say what she wrote was enough, since she had reached the minimal amount of pages, but if she wanted to keep up her reputation as the best in class, she would need to trespass that amount and do at least the double.
Goodness, these corridors are so dark at night, they need more torches or something. Pulling out her wand, Hermione whispered, "Lumos." Making her wand shine at the tip.
SymbolsI cut my hair last Summer.Symbols5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With the biggest and scariest pair of scissors I could find, so sharp that they were used to cut bones and I feared I may accidentally cut a void in the space-time continuum with them.
I jerked my head back, almost defiantly.
I was ready.
Silly of me to think that getting rid of most of that hair I loved so much would rid me of shame as well.
My hair was the beauty I didn't deserve to have.
Every tiny curl enclosed the fingers of the ghost of my actions and I dreaded the idea of confronting them.
Every strand, when lighted by the Sun, reminded me of my pitiful self and how it wasn't worth to be reflected by a mirror.
But unforgiving, the silver surface would tell me.
It's a beauty you don't deserve to have.
I saw it fall round my feet, felt the weight abandon my head as it died on the welcoming floor.
I saw the beauty collapse and cripple as if charred to the core.
I saw the light bleed from it all like a river of tears.
And still the weight of shame would be
A New Quidditch GameA/N: Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint slash, first time ever writing this particular couple.A New Quidditch Game4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Word Count: 2,170
"I'm going out!" Oliver called to his mother before she could question him about his chores. She didn't seem to understand how important this year was for him. There was nothing more vital to him than winning the Quidditch Cup this year; it was his final chance.
It was only a few weeks until school started again, and he wanted to figure out a training schedule as well as more techniques for the team. He'd been coming up with ideas since sixth year ended.
Wandlessly and nonverbally, Oliver's broom flew from the shed where it was kept when he was at home and to his outstretched hand.
It was a hot, beautiful August day. The birds were singing, the wind cooled his sweating body occasionally, and there was no one to bother Oliver while he thought. Quickly and expertly, he mounted his broom and flew around the few trees in the open field.
Before he even looked at the parchment in his
HP-Of JealousyIts Viktor Krum!HP-Of Jealousy7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Olivers head whipped around. What about Krum?
Hes here! Blimey, I had no idea he went to Durmstrang! Actually, I had no idea he was still in school at all
Ignoring his companion, Oliver searched the faces of the Slytherin table. He bypassed the black robes of the Hogwarts students, stopping at the young man sitting near the end of the table.
Merlins beard Oliver breathed in awe. He took several deep breaths, clamping down on the urge to vault himself over to the Slytherin table. His common sense said he would embarrass himself; his Quidditch captain senses that he should get Harry (as Gryffindors Seeker) to do it instead.
He was about to do so when he locked eyes with Marcus Flint from across the room. Flint smirked (gnarled, crooked teeth giving him a fiendish look), before turning to say something to no
Lives Fur SaleWhy were we brought to this evil lair?Lives Fur Sale4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Where the smell of death hangs in the air?
Where all our lives will surely end,
-the act of murder for a fashion trend.
A deep, low growl builds in my chest,
I can't save my siblings; but I'll try my best.
I can sense the fear they try to hide,
We huddle close, side by side.
The barred door opens; I jump to my feet.
If we weren't locked in a cage, I'd call out "Retreat".
But there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go,
My hackles raise, I let my fangs show.
A hand enters and grabs the closest to the door.
It yanks her upwards till she can't touch the floor.
With a strangled whine she is whipped out of sight,
Her eyes were frozen, wide in fright.
A snarl rips up my throat in an angry shriek.
It grows louder and louder till I reach my peak.
The barred door is slammed in my face,
My growling stops, I stumble back a pace.
Silence is followed by the sneering of others,
I slowly limp back to my sisters and brothers.
Their fur is standing up on end,
JabberwockyJabberwocky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The leather seating of the train was probably enchanted into being so comfortable during the long ride to school. Flint was sure of that fact, as he read through one of his books while waiting for the train to actually start and get going. People were so freaking slow, it was annoying to have to wait for them to get their shit and get it together. Stupid first years.
Granted, he had been early, wanting to get a good spot on the train, but still, that should have not meant anything. With an annoyed groan he shifted, closing his eyes, putting his feet up on the seat before leaning back into an even more comfortable position. He was in the last car, and it wasn't likely that he'd have to share with anyone...
The door opening ruined all of his hope, and he opened his eyes, ready to tell the bugger off. He never did, eyes locking into the others, while Wood blinked in surprise. The Gryffindor looked ready to turn back and leave, but was stalled when Flint rolled his eyes and called out from