Looking For Alaska, A PoemShe left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.Looking For Alaska, A Poem6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She picked up the flowers from off the floor,
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
She had left everything upon her bed
As if her whole life was a bore.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
She had no way to be led
Down the hall where they snore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
She got in her car, away she sped.
No one knowing where she was headed for,
Because she left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
Where her car had slid was now dread
By those whose hearts she had tore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
No one would see the day she wed
Proving that death is an apple's core.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
The Boy With The BreadThe Boy With The Bread5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With no purpose, everytime I walk to the cafeteria I'm always looking for him. It's been six months since he gave me the scorched bread and made me owe him so much. Too much for me handle anyway, since it was like he gave me my life, along with that bread.
It's not hard to find him anyway, because he's always on the centre of the crowd in cafeteria, the crowd of popular people. As I sit on the edge of cafeteria, the crowd cheer so loud at someone's joke makes him choking his drink while he tries to stop laughing.
I remember that day, I don't know him much of course since I'm not popular student, only he was one of the popular boy, had the same blonde hair like Prim and son of the bakery owner. I was hungry, there was no food left at home and I didn't have any money. My mom was going crazy after my father died, so it's not like I could ask her to do something for Prim, who was starving so bad she couldn't even stand.
I was walking without thinking, my body was trembling and the bread sm
Not my choiceI'm trying to breathe,Not my choice4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but there is just no air.
but I just don't care.
I gasp on words,
I choke on feelings,
so many worries,
too much staring at ceilings.
If I don't respond,
its because of my voice,
I'd just choke,
not like its my choice.
Mad Hatter Top Hat eBayMad Hatter Top Hat eBay4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Rose And ScorpiusRose and ScorpiusRose And Scorpius7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roses fathers words were still fresh in her head. Dont get too friendly with him, Were the words he spoke about Scorpius Malfoy, the son of her fathers school rival. As she sat in the train compartment with her best friend, Albus Potter, son of the extremely famous Harry Potter, she repeated those words over and over in her head. It was beginning to get dark, and as she had already changed into her school robes, she figured a quick nap couldnt hurt. Just as she was beginning to fall asleep, the door to their compartment slid open. She opened her eyes, and found herself looking straight into the icy blue eyes of Scorpius. His gaze was so intense, it made her blush slightly. He noticed, and turned to look at Albus. I would assume that your Potters son. He stated. Albus nodded and turned to look out of the window. What are you doing here? Albus asked in a rude tone. Scorpius looked momentarily surprised, and the
Gutter- Potatoes Loch, many years ago, had discovered that he was a morning person. This was to the dismay of his father, who, despite having to wake up early most mornings, had always been more partial to sleeping late. Loch had made it a habit of running to his father's bedroom and jumping onto his bed to wake him up as a morning ritual. At least, a ritual until his father ordered Opello to keep Loch occupied when he woke up in the mornings.Gutter- Potatoes5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, however, Loch knew that his perception of a morning person and Nemi's were entirely different. At least, he thought as he fumed into his pillow, I woke up with the sun, and not before. Nemi had woken him a few moments ago, reminding him cheerfully that he had offered to help Min this morning. Loch lay still for a few more moments, grumbling quietly to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his feet off the bed, shivering a little when they touched the cold floo
HelpI feel like I'm in a glass box;Help4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone can see me, and if I shout loud enough,
They maybe can hear me.
But no one hears my whispers.
I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want to die.
I feel like I'm fading away.
I'm becoming a ghost once more,
Being overlooked, forgotten.
Please don't let me waste away.
I'm here; can't you see me?
I'm screaming; can't you hear me?
I'm reaching out for you; can you feel me?
I'm pulling away; don't you notice?
please help me
Sleds, Snow, and Hot ChocolateProsper would have burst into laughter at the picture before him had he not been absolutely positive that said action would earn him a snowball to the face. Blaire was sitting on bright yellow sled , bundled up in at least fifty layers, wearing the expression of a five year old recently given an ice cream cone. The sled, in turn, was poised at the top of a large, rather daunting looking hill, and Blaire was attempting to convince him to go sledding with her.Sleds, Snow, and Hot Chocolate6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pleeeeease!" She continued, adopting a pout onto her formerly excited face.
"I'm wearing sweatpants," He pointed out, "Cloth sweatpants."
"Oh, suck it up, you baby," Blaire countered, which impressed Prosper quite a bit, since it usually took a lot more for her to start insulting him.
"What, and walk two miles home in soaking wet britches?" He questioned, "I'll pass on that."
"Fine." She said, sulking, "then at least help me up." She held out a hand to him, which Prosper was a little reluctant to take, since Blaire relenting in so
Blind Shadows ch. 1 +HG Fanfic+Everyone gathers in the middle of town, neat, clean outfits tossed on their bodies. I look down at my simple gray dress, and shrug. It doesn't matter how nice you look if you're picked for the Games.Blind Shadows ch. 1 +HG Fanfic+4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I live in District 12, the mining district, and we only have one victor. His name is Haymitch Abernathy, a man which I've never been fond of. His drinking problems are excessive, and catching him sober is nearly impossible.
My heart pounds in my chest, blocking out all the other sounds. I feel as if I would rather melt away, but instead look up at the stage with a calm expression. What's the chance I would get picked anyway? I'm only fifteen. My name is only in there a few times.
I glance at my best friend, who is standing right behind me. He smiles at me, and gives my hand a gentle squeeze in reassurance. It felt good to know that someone cared about me.
"I'm kind of nervous," I admit, dropping my gaze.
"It'll be fine, you know," he says. I sigh, barely believing his words. The reaping wa
A Hidden Mischevious StreakThe incessant meowing was going to be the death of that cat, Prosper mused. He wasn't going to be responsible if he snapped and threw it out a window- that meow would bring it out in anyone. He groaned and covered his head with a pillow, wishing Blaire was there to shut Marshmallow up. She had left earlier to go to a class, and, since Prosper had thought she'd been telling the truth when she had said it would be quick, he had foolishly decided to wait for her in her apartment while taking a nap. But here he was, a hour later, and the little demon would not be quiet!A Hidden Mischevious Streak6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, what do you want, beast?" Prosper snapped, glaring at the deceptively cute kitten staring up at him from the floor. The cat merely glared (Prosper wondered idly if it was even possible for cats to glare, and then decided very quickly that they, in fact, could) at him, eying him with the distaste only a cat could manage. Prosper knew for a fact that he was laying in the one spot that the insufferable cat usua
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Yarn - StoryYarn - Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it lies before me. Silently criticising me. Mocking me. Motionless. An orb. Large. Round. And very. Very. Blue.
This is not the first time I have come face to face with this foe. Nor will it be the last. Soon I shall annihilate him! And the safety of humanity will fall upon me. Tiddle's the superior!
Well what did you think I was going to say? Do you really think there are such things as super heroes? Don't be silly! Kittens however. We exist. Sadly not all of us have homes and we are forced to roam the streets, keeping those nasty rodents and their diseases at bay. Sadly, though, your human minds do not see us as the reliable cleaners we are, you see us on the streets and assume we are worthless or broken.
However, back to the orb. I'm not allowed to touch the orb. O
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Gender massacre.anatomy is like a cage, that tears away any hope.Gender massacre.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born this way, born that way,
our mind chooses nothing.
do we choose what we are? Or does anatomy?
long hair, tight skirts, weak.
thank you, society.
flailing body parts, vulgar dancing, bare.
thank you, ladies.
give those who identify as women a stereotype by wearing more makeup
baggy shorts, shaved heads, muscles.
thank you, society.
patronizing insults, unnessecary grunts, aggressive.
thank you, gentlemen.
give those who identify as men a stereotype by cheating at poker, where
a woman's heart's on the table.
you can't be either,
you can't be both
[this is what you teach me, society.
this is what you teach yourselves, society.]
rip off this skin of mine
rip off these assumptions
rip off the ignorance
and call me human.
One, TwoOne, twoOne, Two4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ocean is Blue
Across the shore
Nothing to fix
It's getting late
Where have I been
Baby It's Cold Outside Blaire's questing fingers hovered an inch below the bag of marshmallows she was trying to reach. She was on her tip-toes, one hand holding onto the shelf below the marshmallows and the other stretched out above her. She blew her bangs out of her face irritably and considered how she was going to reach the sweets without involving Prosper, who, she was sure, would tease her endlessly if she asked for his help.Baby It's Cold Outside6 years ago in General More Like This
Cursing him and his infernal height, she braced one foot on the trash can underneath the shelves and began to pull herself up. Grabbing the marshmallows triumphantly in one hand, she gave a yelp of surprise when two arms twined around her waist, steadying her. Turning around and seeing a grin on Prosper's face, she shot a glare at him, hoping it would keep the teasing at bay.
"What, no thank you?" Prosper said, mock surprise in his voice.
"My hero," She said absentmindedly, throwing him a grin to take away some of the bite from the
Do me a favour? [READ]I need your help!Do me a favour? [READ]3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Please read the description!
Love you <3
Family Treeyou've ignored me and took no loveFamily Tree4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
a "mother" you are not, you've killed my pride
there will come a time when i must hide
so face what you've done, your only crime
you left us all, we choked in the dust
my bloodless heart is ready to bust
the father i longed for abandoned us all
well look at me now, i'm ten feet tall
two "sisters" are faux, and too ignorant to know
i will draw my fist and give the deadly blow
they will stare with fear at my rusty gun
i'll say, "you haven't met me, i am the only son."
how can i love what i have not got?
another sould dies, there is no pride
she ignored me and killed my love
he left us all, we drowned in the flood
they are fake and will be destroyed
my life will break free from this empty void
Sound in my SoulSound in my Soul4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.