Hearts Grow OldHearts Grow Old2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He watched her put her hand on his best friend's shoulder, smile and wave one last goodbye.
When she turned around, she shook her head with a slight smile on her lips, letting it grow bigger as her face turned up towards him.
"Finally got rid of him." He stared at her eyelashes. Tiny bits of snow was melting on them. It was in her hair too, and her cheeks were flushed. Feeling some kind of deja vu, he nodded, and she hooked her arm to his. Her words suggested she'd somehow known what he was thinking - as usual.
"It's a strange thing, snow. I mean, I know all the science of it of course, but I still haven't found one single book that explains why it looks so tasty." The childrens screams were heard from all the way on the other side of the house. He looked up, took a deep breath and smiled at her.
"Well, Hermione, you've found your man." She swatted his arm playfully, falling into old habits against her better judgement. "I'm serious!" She laughed, letting go of his arm and putting he
Dark Matter Ch.2Dark Matter Ch.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Last Meal
When Vira arrived to the dinning room, she wasn't surprised to find that the others had already started on their breakfast without her. She glanced about, taking advantage of the fact that no one had yet noticed her arrival. The room hadn't seemed to change much over the years.
It was much like all the other rooms in the manor; impeccably designed with great taste and impressive furnishings. One side was dominated by several windows that nearly reached the very tall ceilings, letting in an almost alarming amount of light from the still early morning. The walls themselves were light charcoal in color and lined with an attractive floral pattern barely a shade darker. Strategically placed about the room were small tables that held a variety of no-doubt expensive items, from vases to sculptures to a few antiquated but unimportant books.
As her eyes finally settled on the absurdly large table that dominated the room, she found herself greeted by two sets of equal
Secret Love Cap.2Secret Love Cap.22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
... When Hermione had finished she went to get the room wearing a sweatshirt that had given Harry a few months ago when they were celebrating his birthday and just a short, despite the winter home of the heater was turned on Hermione in a comfortable temperature.
-Hermione ... - Harry began, but the words escaped his mouth.
Tell-Harry-Hermione said, anxious for what Harry would say, although I think that may not be the words you've always dreamed of hearing, she was always willing to help you.
Well, er ... I kind of do not know how to say this ... - Said Harry nervous, he knew his Hermione, I knew I could tell anything to her, in fact, they have always been so, helping one another in all, the people and the teachers of Hogwarts admired that friendship, it turns out that behind it all they did not know the love that two harbored for each other.
-Harry, you know you can tell me anything, I'm here for you - Hermione told Harry holding hands and lying on his shoulder.
Yes, I know, I'm just
Hazel Eyes.Hazel Eyes.1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lyrics by pjcb12
That face, that pretty face
When I see it every day
You inspire me...
Inspire like others.
Those charms, those awesome charms
Like a shining diamond
That make girls cry
One thing that men don't have
Is that your perfect, perfect
Hazel eyes... Oh your hazel eyes
That shine like diamonds in the sky
That makes my day completely perfect
Hazel eyes... Oh your hazel eyes
Make the other men insecure
Don't worry 'coz I'm always...
Always be with you.
This is a short song dedicated to Sir Paul.
Lonely HeartLonely Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I stand here waiting for you
as I watch you walk away
I stand here waiting for that chance
the chance that passed me by
Broken memories play in my mind
Shattered visions that you left behind
I stand alone my heart ripped from me
it goes with you, I'm left here lonely
I stand alone wanting more
but unable to grasp the love, it evades me
Love lost its meaning
The messages are worthless
I feel alone, overcome with sadness
Any passion seems useless, hopeless, so fake
I feel alone, the emptiness grows
I've been deserted by my spirit
My words are deep but still mean nothing
My heart is still with you, and you just don't care
Secret LoveSecret Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day was overcast in London, was a little drizzle of winter despite low meant that not many people go out to the street that afternoon. Except Hermione Granger.
Hermione's life was no longer the same after he was defeated Voldemort, Harry had arranged her marriage to Marie a witch by the high society which will fall in love about six months ago, Hermione always knew that one day this would happen, after all, those eyes emeralds were irresistible and made every girl sigh, in addition he was the boy-who-lived, the man who defeated Voldemort. Tell me what girl could resist the charm of Harry James Potter?
But the love felt for Harry that Hermione was different was not a simple attraction, it was truly magical, and she hardly knew where it came from that love, just happened. A simple look when they met and Hermione was already in love with Harry Potter, as if it were destined to always be beside him. And she really liked that feeling.
But it was killing her
PerryliciousFour, tres, two, unoPerrylicious2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Listen up y'all 'cause this is it
The beat that I'm bangin' is delicious
Make them girls go loco
They want my treasure
So they get their pleasures from my photo
You can see me, you can't squeeze me
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy
I got reasons why I tease 'em
Girls just come and go like seasons
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that **** is fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them girls on rock, rock
And they be linin? down the block
Just to watch what I got
(Four, tres, two, uno)
(It's hot, hot)
(I put them girls on rock, rock)
(They want a taste of what I got)
Make them girls go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin' to me call me Stevie
I'm the P to the E, R, the R, the Y
And can't no other Man put it down like me
The music died dedicated to john lennonOnce a long long time agoThe music died dedicated to john lennon2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can often remember
How that click of the guitars used to make me smile,
And I knew if I had a chance,
I could write poetry for the dreamers romance,
Or tear filled poetry for the last chancers,
But the reality made me shiver, with every clip
I'd hear and see, because the man had left long before,
I was even here.
I often think of the times I cried,
When I think of the pointlessness of the deed and crime,
When I thought of music long lost to that darkest night,
But his voice touched me deep within,
And the peaceful voice stepped well into the night
Now for thirty years we're on our own,
With no one here to sing our cause,
We walk alone into the night, while the fire
Plays an unholy song for the sinners,
And we just protest but no words leave our lips,
So come now friend, lets be quick, we've been promised,
The worlds spinning on its own, but we're lighting
Sacrifical fires into the night,
And we need a peaceful voice to lead us, come on back to the ligh
CareCare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Severus woke up with a groan.
His head was pounding. His whole body ached. He was sure he had some bruising along his ribs if they weren't broken, and he was almost sure they were and he couldn't fix it because of his lack of knowledge in healing.
The only way to know for sure is with a visit to Poppy and the witch hadn't wanted anything to do with him in months, going as far as to tell him not to come to the hospital wing unless he was bleeding to death. Or to not even come then.
He could not go to see her.
Sighing he pushed himself up slowly, only to be greeted with a wave of dizziness, and a jolt in his stomach that had him nearly tripping over his own feet to get to the lavatory.
Five minutes later he emerged pale and sweating, his thin white shirt was soaked through and his hair was in complete disarray, more so then normal.
It was settled he was sick.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he laid his head in his hands he was tempted to not leave his chambers at all
LonelyLonely is a state of mind they sayLonely9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I say it becomes life in a way
Don't tell me I can change
You can't tell me I'm strange
It's a state of mind, you said
But I sometimes wish I was dead
When no one is there by your side
there is no one in whom to confide
You can't tell me I'm the odd one out
That this is what life is all about
You know what I've been through
You know when the debt is due
Is there a man out there
In whom I could actually care?
Or do I live my life alone
And make my heart a stone.
Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October, 1476. Firenze. Italia.
The people's shouts filled the air with a haunting resonance. He couldn't see what stood at the center of the frenzied mass, but he didn't need to see to know. His feet carried him closer to the podium and through the clumped mass before him. It was early October, the fall season in full swing upon the Italian city-state of Firenze. And today, three men stood upon the gallows awaiting the swift hand of fate to claim their lives as prize.
"Giovanni Auditore," A voice boomed out over the indecipherable shouts of the mob. The mention of his father's name stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. His heart beat quickened as he silently joined the crowd to watch the matter at hand.
"You and your accomplices stand accused of the crime of treason. Do you have any evidence to counter this charge?"
"Yes;" His father shouted in reply. "The documents that were delivered to you last night!" That was right. Ezio himself hadn't slept a wink after he'd delivered them himself to
Care IICare II2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been a long hot day. James's hair stuck to the back of his neck as he walked down the path to the gate in front of his parent's cottage. He leaned over it, sighing, as there was no sign of life moving along the dirt road. The wind was picking up now, rolling across the field that bordered the road, rippling it as though it were a great golden ocean. Dark clouds were appearing on the horizon, framing the gold with dark blue. James looked over into Mrs. Wittle's yard, where the well endowed Mrs. Wittle herself was hastily pulling down her laundry in anticipation of the impending storm. She glanced at the clouds worryingly as she pulled down her last pair of pinstriped knickers, catching James in her eyesight and waving. James waved back, watching as she turned and collected her lawn gnomes and took them inside with her. James turned his attention back to the road, ruffling his hair in the wind. No sign of Sirius yet, but his excitement was mounting as the clouds approached. The da
MusicMusic9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like love and lust, has roots in the soul.
You drive me mad with your A notes,
Making me wild like a staff with no lines.
Kisses placed randomly on paper as notes turn into high screams and low moans.
Like anger flows through my veins and burns me,
So does the fire produced by every key you hit.
Taking me higher into a world where there is no dissonance,
And every sound, from every voice, melts into one word:
Dances to the sound produced as sweat drips tenderly off your skin.
Hands roaming gently; our hearts the bass, beat, and background.
Hit that note for me, touch me where everything makes sense and I become the star in your opera show. Make me the soprano you know I am While my:
Is Infatuated and drowning in your:
On December 8th...Just an ordinary guy from Liverpool who,On December 8th...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Overcame hardship to become one of the most gifted and respected musicians in the 20th century.
Hot tempered, indeed he could've been at times but,
Nevertheless, he did so much good in this world
'Love is all you need' he sang
Everyone should give peace a chance. His words will
Never be forgotten. His words were beautiful but
Now he is unfortunatley gone.
On this day, all of his fans weep for his loss, but he will
Never be lost in our hearts
Anti-EmoYou live to love.Anti-Emo8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
MusicMusic9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Music is me
Music is life
Music is what I need to survive
Music is meaning
Music is time
Music is the thing that makes me shine
Music must have meaning
Music ust have rhyme
Its a dialect we all need form time to time
Most people dont understand
What music is to me
But then they cant see
My music is what makes me,
Without my music I am a souless being
Please people please, listen to me
That I need msuic,
I dont want to annoy them or be mean
All I want to do
Music keeps me focused
And in time
Im listening to msuic as I write to you this rhyme
Whether its in my ehad,
Or on the speaker
The meaning of each song to me
Becomes clearer and clearer
As I listen to each song over and over
And read all the lyrics on the inside cover
So im sorry to annoy you
Im sorry to waste your much valued time
Im sorry that I wasted time on this rhyme
Maybe I made my point clear
Maybe now people are able to hear
That I AM the music
And the music IS ME
And without my music...
Edward.I think, At some point,Edward.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone dreams of finding..
Someone whose name you call, or whisper.
And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby,
And holds you close, as you drift off.
Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight,
Whose eyes are often Topaz,
Someone who takes you to dinner,
And ignores the pretty waitress.
Someone who follows you,
Watches you always,
Secretly, Just to be sure..
You're always okay.
Yet has a good sense of humor.
Someone Ancient, Yet Young.
Who'll save your life, No matter what.
Who cries when you're injured.
Someone who cleans out even the deadliest wounds,
However impossibly hard it may be.
Someone to take you to your prom,
Dispite your complaints,
Who teaches you to waltz,
As you stand on his feet.
Someone who just knows when it's time.
When forever really means forever.
And takes you away,
For years to come.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,Is It Love?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Emo?Emo?Emo?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
EmoSo what if I'm emo?Emo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So what if I cry?
I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.
These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to cry.
I know Im not perfect,
I'm sure you will agree
But I am so very positive,
as positive as can be
That Im not like you,
Oh dont make me laugh!
I dont spend hours on my make-up's mask
I'm totally self-confident,
Ill smile for all to see.
Because the great thing about being emo,
Is that I am happy, with just being me.
Dont be afraid of who you are.<