i was the infidelyou told me you wanted to live forever.i was the infidel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i said there is no life without death:
there is simply being.
you taught me about airplanes and liveliness and
how to jump out a window without twisting my ankles.
sometimes you would tell me about persia
or how a hot air balloon stays aloft,
but that was when you had fire to keep you floating.
you lent me a book last fall.
i put it in my room and
swore i'd read it later, but
when i went back to look for it i realized
i had lost it, before i even
cracked the cover.
i told you and you weren't angry; you just smiled
and said that all things lost are eventually found.
last week you kissed her, long and sweet, under the crucifix:
tracing fish in the sand with your bare feet. fingers intertwined.
it was then i knew that you were gone and you had lied:
not all lost things can be found.
yesterday i found the book you gave me,
collecting dust at the back
of my bookshelf. i wanted to pick it up
and put it in the drawer where i keep hidden things;
The Life of Minerva McGonagallChapter one HogwartsThe Life of Minerva McGonagall5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Minerva," her mother said in a gentle voice. "It is time to get up. Today is your first day of school, remember?"
Minerva McGonagall opened her eyes. Of course she remembered! She jumped excitedly out of her bed. Finally the day had come!
"I will go and make you some breakfast while you get dressed," her mom said and left the room.
"Thank you mother!" Minerva said, and she quickly put on her muggle clothes she could not wear her Hogwarts robes before she was on the train because of all the muggles at the train station.
She looked at herself in the mirror next to her bed and adjusted her square glasses. She was eleven years old and she was a tall girl for her age. She was slender, or skinny, if you asked her aunt Selma, her eyes had a dark grey shade and her hair was long, smooth and black. She thought that she looked pretty in her white shirt and tartan skirt.
She plaited her hair into a long, black braid as usual, and fastened
fabled lifei.fabled life8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i want to talk to my grandmother's cells,
i want to tell them they can be alive
and not kill her.
i have to catch the moon,
i have to visit hades and bargain with beautiful music,
i have to sell my voice for legs,
i have to sail the ocean blue in search of a good reason why cancer can't just be what it is.
this is not a fabled life
Old FriendHello there again, my old friendOld Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone,
Will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here,
Don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance,
Find your own place
At the edge of the room
At least when I'm all alone,
I know I can find you at my home
Always by my side,
Willing to be my guide
Like an unsound ghost,
Providing company when I need it most
But I wish you would let me be,
And give back my eyes to see
I'm falling when with you,
How do I know what's true?
Perhaps I gave you an invitation,
And it wasn't just your manipulation
But never would I ask for such an intrusion,
That brings nothing more than empty seclusion
No matter how far I push you away,
I fear with me you will always stay
Whenever I think it's going to end,
There you are again, my old friend
early achesI want to type until I'm empty,early aches4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ink my vision with each verse;
I want to tamper with my textures,
blot the rain out, drown, immerse.
I want to breathe myself to floating,
cling to clouds with subtle sighs;
I want my bones to bleach me pure,
a clear, clean conquest as my prize.
I want my journey a soft sacrifice
for those who cannot speak;
I want each climb to take me higher,
my strides on stable path to peak.
I want to smile at dead-beat dogs
whose owners lost their minds;
I want to sing all Earth to stupor,
paint perfect patterns in its eyes.
And when I'm snow-swept backdrops
deep-set in dazzled skies,
I want the world to rise and spin the blood
that binds me to these lines.
how to disappear completely1.how to disappear completely4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only thing more surreal than walking into a mcdonalds after being discharged from a psychiatric facility is listening to the night not-rain after deciding that your life is over. the only thing visible is the lit pole at the end of the cul-de-sac, and the silence of the roof not being pounded by raindrops makes the air that much more colder. the only thing to do is to sit still and try not to think.
the view from the window is moot, nothing but moot strands of weeping willow and a mooting parking lot spilled orange by the setting sun. you decide it's facing north by the way the shadows are stretching and watch a man in a white dress shirt scratch the inside of his nose as he walks to his car. the bed is itchy, the sheets thin and the blanket green and peppered with cloth balls. it's too far away from the window to see anything even if there were anything to see. you sit down and wonder how you ended up playing uno with druggies and staring out locked windows.
An Ode to BlueHeaven has cornflower blue eyes,An Ode to Blue4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she smiles when she's alone.
She plays in aqua dreams and amethyst seas,
and sometimes she invites me along.
Heaven paints blue planets on her hands
and covers her perfect face with starlight.
Her indigo shyness hangs on her eyelashes,
when her blue eyes stare up at me with delight.
I think we are friends, Heaven and I.
Heaven builds sapphire castles in sand
and hides in them when she cries sky blue tears.
She is an angel born from water
and a spirit laced with morning snow.
I think she means everything to me.
Heaven, please remember me
When you are taken back up to the sky.
Play BallI wonder if Johnny remembers when we started to grow. Playtime was so important. My favorite was the ball in the field. Toss, catch or miss, back and forth, back and forth. It was how we talked. How we bonded. Didn't matter how angry or sad we were, the moment the ball was flying we were happy again.Play Ball1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day Johnny told me he was going to school. I already knew that. He went to school almost every day (although some days he called it 'work'), but this school was different. He didn't bring friends home at night. Actually, he didn't come home for lots of nights at a time. Mom let me sleep with her at first, but soon said I was too big and had to stay in our room. It was lonely though, so I got in his bed when she went to sleep, and then back to mine before she woke up. I was careful, and she didn't say anything, but somehow I think she knew.
Johnny talked on the phone. Mom would play them for me when I was very sad. It made me happy to know he was happy. I understood some of the things h
His Mother's SisterShe was looking at Harry like she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger; they were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all of Harry's life--that there was no magic and no other world than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon--seemed to have fallen away.His Mother's Sister2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
Individual WorthI know I am a child of God.Individual Worth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone is unique and matters.
God loves all his children.
I know I'm here for a reason and I'm going to live my life the best I can.
I know I matter to someone, whether I realize it or not.
I will build others up and make them feel of worth.
I have my own unique misson.
I will find out who I am and learn to love that person.
I have different gifts and talents.
I know I am of infinite worth and God's helping me to believe that.
Loving Someone Who's TakenDo you know how much it hurts to see you look at her like that?Loving Someone Who's Taken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you understand how it feels to hear the person I am in love with say "I love you" to another?
Can you see the pain flickering across my face when you kiss her?
How can you love her, when I have loved you for so long?
Do you ever wonder what it would have been like to place your lips on mine?
Does my name ever even cross your mind?
Does she charish you like I would have?
My friends ask why would you wait for someone who doesn't love you back?
Because you're worth it. You're always worth it.
You UnderstandWell hello old memoriesYou Understand4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How have you been?
I saw you wave at me from the bus stop while I was walking home
I didn't mean to be rude
I just didn't want to glance your way too long
You tend to have such a tempting glow about you when I look in your eyes too long
I simply had to keep walking
Yes, I know it's been a long time
Yes, I think of you now and then
Yes, I miss you too
But I'm sorry, I have to be going
Oh, haven't you heard?
I don't need you anymore
Isn't that great?
It's nothing personal, I assure you
It's just that, well,
I'm sane again
I don't really need you to make me feel better anymore
We had some good times
Yes, I remember
But don't you see?
You hurt me more than you helped me
Look here, near my elbow
And here, near my wrists
And here, across my hip
Or here, across my neck
Those are scars
It felt good then
But it hurts now
And I've finally moved on
Don't worry, you will too someday
You are just a razor blade tha
Porcelain DollLook at my pretty facePorcelain Doll4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the beautiful clothes I wear
My makeup is perfect
As are the curls in my hair
My hands, so tiny, will never touch
My lips, so perfect, will never speak
My nose, button cute, will never smell
My eyes, so bright, will never blink
My body is caged in a box
But everyone around me can see
Beauty is all that I am
I will never be free
In my beautiful cage I'll stay
Never will I fall
Place me anywhere you want
I am your porcelain doll
Judgement DayI saw this comingJudgement Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew it from the start
I saw this approaching
Ending is so far
The worlds gate had opened
The worlds have to collide
The worlds future had vanished
Is this really the time?
Children roaming all around the place
Children playing in this dead space
Children roaming to save their lives
The last play day is within their grasp
We saw the thunder and the light
We know that it is ending
We saw the world burn in a sea of turmoil
This is our final judgement.
HourglassA silhouette of poison lingers in front my faceHourglass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fumes are forced into my respiratory system
My vitals like the sand in an hour glass timer
Grain by grain I'm losing life, grain by grain
I'm going cold the temperature of transition
I know I'm dying but I sit in silence
No noise can save me, No word, nothing
As far as I'm concerned I'm already gone
Another footstep washed away by an ocean wave
What Am I but a grain of sand?
Fan fiction: Those green eyes- Lily!Fan fiction: Those green eyes4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Severus Snape was running up to her on their way to a Charms lesson. She had barely looked at him since that fateful night in fifth grade, when she ended their friendship. Now they were in seventh grade, and they still weren't friends. If nothing happened soon... No, Severus couldn't bear the thought.
- Lily... he said again, not looking at her, in fear of seeing anger or even disgust. - I'm so sorry, Lily... Please, be my friend again...
She didn't reply at first, so Severus looked up. She was staring at him like he was some sort of snail, her hand laying safe in James Potter's. Sirius Black, who was standing next to them, started laughing, and others joined him. Soon everyone around was laughing, except for Remus Lupin, who looked like he was truly sorry for Severus, and Lily herself.
- And why excactly would I want to be friends with you? she asked, her voice full of sarcasm. Severus was staring right into those green eyes of hers, and it took a couple of seconds before h
The Light and the DarkI said good morning to youThe Light and the Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without knowing what I should do
I said good evening that day
before I walked away
Daylight had risen
as I found myself missing
Moonlight surrounded me
before I turned to leave
Light shined through your face
and I immediately knew my place
The dark arose in the sky
as everything else left me behind
The whovian alphabetA is for Angel you freeze with your eyeThe whovian alphabet3 years ago in Humor More Like This
B is for Box that the Doctor can fly
C is for Custard, a fish-finger treat
D is for Danger; you never retreat
E is for Explosion; a good time to run
F is for Friendship- always good fun
G is for golf and for grassy golf balls
H is for Help when he answers our calls
I is for Ice cream, and that's always sad
J is for Jammy Dodger, which make daleks mad
K is for Kestrel, which things often aren't
L is for Leadworth; the upper part
M is for Manual he threw in a star
N is for New Earth; a bad place for a car
O is for Ood, living only to serve
P is for Pompeii that he couldn't preserve
Q is for Question that must not be asked
R is for Rassilon, who ruled in the past
S is for Sonic, which doesn't do wood
T is for Time Lord, who weren't always good
U is for U.N.I.T., protecting the earth
V is for Venus; best give it a wide berth
W is for Wibbly, the lever to use
X is for EXtra shielding; what a cruise ship could use
Y is for Yeti, fascinating to see
CensorshipCross out the words that are screaming the mostCensorship2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that you need so badly, you deprive yourself of
Please do (and please don't)
I can't keep all these thoughts inside
(Let it be, you say.)
Sometimes I just want to explode
Flooding the world with these ideas,
these wild dreams
I don't care what you think.
I just need to let somebody know how I feel
You may pick yourself out of the rubble
when it's all said and done,
But as for me, I'll be dusting off my hands
putting them on my hips
Looking unashamed at everything
"Censor that, publishers."