The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Here, I will beHere, I will be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
The Four Seasons - A Poem of Love LostThe Four Seasons - A Poem of Love Lost3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a youth
A gentle youth
Who thought he'd look for love
And found affection manifest
In a gentle turtle-dove
Her eyes as green as emeralds
Her hair as as black as night
He knew when first they spoke a bit
The feeling felt was right
T'was in the spring
When all the things
Were happy, gay, and free
Where birds did hum their ancient verse
Above the blooming trees
They adored each other fondly then
And neither did regret
For the boy did give his solemn word
his love he'd ne'er repent
And so the glide
Of summer time
Did make the billows warm
And boy and girl ne'er did part
For both to love were sworn
For when the sunny summer sun
does tint the blue sky pink
Though both were apt as many are
The sun did gently sink.
Until the fall
And autumn's call
Did make the live things cool
And so was then
By mortal sin
The girl herself did cool
"Tis awfully cold" she said to him
And warmth was in the past".
The words did break his gentle heart
For she said it wouldn't last.
And then the fair
Me he cansado de ser hombreSucede que Me he cansado de ser hombre.Me he cansado de ser hombre3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoy quiero ser alma quiero ser espíritu.
Escapar del ataúd.
Ataúd el cuerpo.
Ataúd la carne.
Escapar de ella.
Quiero escapar y volar al mas allá.
Sin rumbo, sin dirección.
Quiero disfrutar como disfruta la lluvia al caer.
Quiero disfrutar como disfruta una ola ala orilla del mar.
Sentirme libre sin tormento ni angustia.
Quisiera poder llegar hasta donde estas tu
y poderte acariciar y poderte yo admirar.
Poderte seducir sin tener que hacerlo poderte robar un beso.
Sucede que me he cansado de ser hombre.
Sucede que me cansado de esta vida rutinaria.
Ya no quiero ya no aguanto.
Esa misma señora en ese mismo autobús.
La señora Beatriz dejando en la escuela su hijo.
Y que de hablar de don José con su mismo traje de lunes.
No ya no quiero el almuerzo con carne atada al arroz y con limonada.
Y no, no mal intérpretes no son ellos, no es el sistema.
Soy yo, por que sucede que me canse de ser hombre.
Pasari la 4 dimineataUite!Pasari la 4 dimineata4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vezi păsările ălea două?
Vezi cum ne privesc?
Îţi zic eu,
şi-ar dori să fie oameni.
Probabil chiar acum îşi spun
"Ei folosesc braţele la îmbrăţişat
şi picioarele la revederi,
iar cu sufletele pot să facă vară,
sau chiar alte suflete,
doar sunt oameni,
sufletele lor nu sunt bune doar la iubit
aşa... ca ale noastre."
Dar noi ne împingem
atunci când nu fugim unul de altul
în zilele cu ploaie
ne lăsăm sufletul sub streşini
ca să ne simţim
(Îmi place să cred că
sunt pentru serile cu furtună şi fără curent
în care vrem să citim un pic
din sufletul celui de lângă noi.
Cred că Dumnezeu
ne-a greşit sufletul,
e evident c-ar fi trebuit să ne naştem
Vezi oamenii ăia doi?
Vezi cum ne prives
ConurbationConurbation4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A city carved from rock,
or hacked from solid fancy.
It grows in the mind.
IX. I am a poetIX. I am a poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
My verses empty
Themselves of their acid
My feather sinks
On a grey ground,
Earth without ages,
Roaming in the course of pages.
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
The moon is full
I paint without trouble.
And this night,
Everything ran away
MinorThe world only pretended to be fairMinor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And at thirteen she knew all too well
That it was just a word used as flippantly
As proposed love, between the birds and the bees
[wasn't there a bird that ate bees?]
You see the things we take for granted
She at no time ever had it
So don't be offended when her smiles
Never quite reach her eyes
Or why her friends
Only exists in mirrors
And why windowpanes
Cry with her on rainy days
The world only pretended to care
And at twenty-one she saw all too clear
That the people it sustained
Should be the only species to be extinct
You see because she saw that mankind
Knew nothing about kindness
So don't try to force on her the belief
That life is at the best it can be
When she has yet to see its best
Valentine's DayValentine's Day3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On this day is love so grand?
How does this change from before?
Now it seems like a simple brand,
but love is love and not a law.
It comes and goes like little black swallows,
you can choose with the heart and mind;
than just the face in which you might follow
a path that's blind and entwined.
Oh the lost and alone do not weep,
the stars can only start to spring and sprout
as the coils of clockwork are truly deep
it can be hard to find and come about.
Time is time do not rush,
one day I am sure you will find that crush.
Wishes are GrantedWishes are Granted3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the days grow shorter
as the nights grow longer
and i can see you still
staring at me in the window
for which you sit
in your arms i wish to be
where i belong
with love so strong
that the chains of sorrow and deceit
melt away with your gaze
and no matter what happens
they never come back
to the day i die
i live in fear of the next day
i'm not with you
for it may be my last
and not expressing my love
to someone who cared
to someone who has the guts
to say I love you
DetritusDetritus4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Once life lived here
quietly, in seclusion.
Time has visited.
A Malfoy and a PotterHarry didn't remember things being this harried when he was heading off to Kings' Cross for the first time. Sure, he'd sort of just been... dropped off to fend for himself, but packing hadn't taken this long and he certainly hadn't done anything like re-packing. He sighed heavily, earned twin glares from identical pairs of silver eyes.A Malfoy and a Potter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Stop whining, Harry. We're almost ready."
"I wasn't whining," he defended and a pale brow arched.
"Of course you were. I could hear it." And then Draco turned back to his miniature to straighten his cloak. "Are you sure you want that ghastly Quick-Quotes quill? You know it only frills up whatever you're trying to write."
Eleven year old Scorpius Malfoy huffed, looking back at his luggage. "I think I should take it. Just in case someone's silly enough to forget their own quill." His smile was just this side of mischievous. "It'll teach them a valuable lesson should they ask to borrow it."
Harry snorted. "Perfect. As long as he doesn't have to op
Granger's Cafe Chap Twenty OneGranger's Cafe Chap Twenty One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twenty-one: Astoria's Letters
I know you owe me nothing and for one small moment please, show me mercy, and do not throw this letter away. It is urgent. I -I'm pregnant. By your father. I am sorry and I know you are most likely disgusted. You wished to break away from the cruelty we embarked on you and I would too. Alas I cannot. But I wished you to know that I am pregnant and I intend to run away. If I can. But I do not know when I shall get the chance. I shall send information of the child. Promise me something Draco. You do not owe it to me, I know. But think on it. Let this child have the freedom and love Scorpius so clearly has.
The letter, short and blunt but emotional just the same, was clutched tightly in Draco's clenched fist. His knuckles were burning white. He was alone in the kitchen and it was three in the morning. The bird had roused him from his easy sleep but Harry had been unconscious to the world when the letters arrived. There ha
Drarry RequestRequest from: ~cryingpityDrarry Request3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here you go I hope I did okay! If there is need for something just tell me and I'll try and fix it or put it in!
Disclaimer; I own nothing, all of it goes to JK rowling, except or course the writing I have done with her characters.
Warning: maleXmale relationship don't like, don't bloody read!
Mention- My first fluff I'm not sure how it turned out so I'd love feedback ^^
Harry paused for a brief moment, he could've sworn that he heard something, he looked behind him, then to the side and saw a cardboard box moving every now and then. His boyfriend who had been preoccupied by telling him about his day just noticed the green-eyed boys disappearance, "Harry?" he called out confused when he heard a cooing not to far away that sounded very similar to-
"Aww look at you! Aren't you guys so cute!" harry exclaimed putting the tan and white kitten up to his face and hugging it close, "Draco~" the boy whined in a small v
Drarry Chp.4Drarry Chp.44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Draco leaned forward as if to kiss Harry, just to test him. Draco didn't really mean to kiss Harry. But Harry leaned forward too, his eyes closing, hiding those gorgeous green eyes but showing off long eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of. Harry's pale pink lips met with Draco's and Draco realized two things. First, Harry wore cherry flavored chap Stick, and second, cherry flavored chap stick was a real turn on for Draco. As they kept kissing, Draco ran his fingers through Harry's longish hair. It was extremely soft and just long enough for Draco to tangle his fingers up in it. Harry didn't seem to know what to do, so he kept his hands limply on Draco's chest, much to Draco's disappointment. "God this guy has truly taken my heart away, I want him to like me back, not just kiss me." Draco thought as he slowly pulled away from Harry's lips. And somewhere along the way of thinking about Harry and thinking about being with Ha
Granger's Cafe Chap EighteenGranger's Cafe Chap Eighteen4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eighteen: Growing up and being free
Scorpius had spent one night in that huge dreary place and it had been the worst night of his life. He had been in his room after he had ran away from the house elves and that horrid blonde woman. He glanced around the dark space as the rain hammered down against the window pane. He could only assume it was his room, it was filled with children's things; Quidditch posters, a toy racing broom, and a small wizard chess set. He had hidden beneath the large four poster bed when he had heard a voice screaming his name and heels clicking along the hard, polished floors outside the bedroom door. Under the bed he had found a loose floorboard. Under this floorboard he had managed to find a worn out little book with fairly neat handwriting. The pages were thick with newspaper clippings and copies of photographs. He studied them each carefully. Most of them were about this so-called "boy-who-lived" known also as Harry Potter. He frowned. Did he know tha
HarryPotterKnockedUpNancyDrew4HarryPotterKnockedUpNancyDrew45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh no. No no no no no. Please let that little "Yes" actually mean "No."
I sank to the floor, hitting my head softly against the sink. I could pass off a missed cycle just as a quirk in my body--it happened, right? And the future fatigue and queasiness as a weird summer flu--I'd had them before. But a positive pregnancy test? And a soon-to-be bulging stomach? That would take a whole new level of deception that I, even as a quasi-undercover detective, had not mastered.
I barely had to think before my cell phone was in my hand, my thumb frantically pressing Harry's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Nancy!" There was a delightful surprise in his voice. "How nice--"
I crushed that delight. "Diner. Meet me there in ten minutes." I hung up and could barely see through my haze of rage.
"You're--sure?" he sputtered, not believing. I felt like a bobble-head, I was nodding so hard. "Wha--what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, Harry. I'm not the one that le
Jace's Shower Jace POVJace's Shower3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Another long day. Demons, vampires, fairies (oh my), all I can think to do is march straight into my bathroom and take a nice, long, steamy shower. I bypass Issabelle, asking me what I want to eat, and clary's usual 'welcome back' kiss. I smile when I pass alec's room as a small moan escapes through the door. 'Well, Magnus is here' I think, and chuckle.
I shut the bedroom door behined me and strip off my black gear, then my shoes. I enter the bathroom and slide out of my pants and boxers, then my dark tank top, which proves quite hard, sweat helps the shirt latch onto me as if it were a leech, or really clingy girlfriend. I toss it aside and turn on the
Alone again-epilogue"Magnus, why do you have to dye your hair again?!" "Because darling, it's the official first week of our get couple get-together, and I want to look my best!" Magnus yelled from the bathroom, shower steam smoking from under the door, along with the strong scent of grapefruit shampoo. Alec sighed. He would never understand the fetish that Magnus had with dying his hair, or taking long showers with strangely scented hair wash. But, that was just one of the many things to love about him, Alec thought lovingly. Ever since Magnus has rescued him from the Rakeir demon, Alec had found himself thinking of Magnus in ways that were non-accountable, or thinking about how even though he had just betrayed Magnus, almost stolen his immortality, he still loved him. I wonder why, h thought. What about the situation made Magnus forget about what he had done? Alex shoved that thought to the hidden place in his mind, not wanting to know.Alone again-epilogue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The shower door slammed open with a bang, scaring Chairm
Joker of Hearts, Part 2Pairing: Draco Malfoy/George WeasleyJoker of Hearts, Part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: kissing, another crime against fashion, fluff, cute kids
Disclaimer: the Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, not me, and I make no money from this
Draco checked himself out in his full-length mirror for the fifth time in six minutes. His neatly trimmed hair was perfectly in place. HIs tasteful and expensive robes complimented the color of his eyes and his slim build. He looked fine. Why am I acting like a schoolgirl going to her first dance? It's George Weasley, of all people. He'll probably be wearing plaid with stripes. Draco did know why. It was his first man. He'd spent all those years hiding his true self, but somehow George had managed to see through him.
Draco had been drawn to the Weasley twins when he was a child, which was why they'd had the opportunity to torture him so many times at Ministry parties. Their cheerful chaos was so different from anything else he knew. The last incide
Granger's Cafe Chap NineteteenGranger's Cafe Chap Nineteteen4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Nineteen: A Long Afternoon
Narcissa clutched at the young blonde boy as his dying elf skin melted away from him. "Oh Scorpius I am so thankful that you are alright!" she could not help but weep.
"Nana Cissy, I'm fine" he squeaked as the pillowcase sagged on his thin frame.
Her hands sprang to his head, "Oh what happened to your lovely hair? Oh dear!" she didn't wait for him to answer as she raised her voice, "HERMIONE! COME IN HERE QUICKLY!"
Hearing the yell, Hermione came running into Draco's apartment, "Narcissa are you okay? Did you fall or-Oh my goodness!" her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Scorpius!" she scowled, "what on Earth are you doing here?"
"I came to see my Father!" he yelped a little louder than he wanted.
Hermione softened her expression and relaxed her tense shoulders. "Here isn't here at the moment sweetie"
Scorpius' eyes went wide with fear, "w-w-where is he?"
Hermione knelt down and smoothed his short hair with a sympathetic hand. "He's at my house
-Drarry- Of Subjects And Harry PotterMost think that my favourite subject is Potions. While it is one of the more pleasurable subjects, it is not my favourite one. Charms is. You might count me foolish for it, but this particular subject has helped me a lot while I was trapped in my own home, fearing for my life.-Drarry- Of Subjects And Harry Potter3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You have a lot of spare time on your hands when you're locked up in your room, and therefore I started learning non-verbal spells. Let me just say that it came in handy, for nobody knows from whom a certain spell comes, especially if you're a young wizard nobody is suspicious of you. And, of course, there is another reason, and it appears in the form of a Gryffindor.
Ever since I returned to Hogwarts, I kept an eye on him. And not just to torment him. He had changed. Quite a bit, to be honest. He oozed some sort of silent power, which intrigued me. Gone were the spiteful comments and fights and banters. Instead he greeted me. Not so much in words, but with a silent nod or glance, which I always returned.