The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15BThis deviation is now defunct. It can now be read in full with part A at: http://fav.me/d5g9apaThe Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15B2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
(continued from Part A)
(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)
The best thing to happen after Harriet had awoken came the following day when Madame Pomfrey and Miss Momori finally relented and allowed all of her friends to come and visit her. Absent amongst them was Dora, who Hermione explained was still spending time with Nicolas and Perenelle before they finally passed away. Harriet felt sorry for Dora, and even quite guilty, but somehow as she sat there in bed, recounting the true tale of what had happened after she had gotten through the fire, seeing the looks of wonder and concern on her friends' faces, Harriet couldn't help but smile.
Her friends were a very good audience. Hermione actually shrieked when Harriet told them about Voldemort's face in the back of Quirrell's head. They also told Harriet their own stories in return. Kieran it tu
A Woman Most FagileI am a woman most fragileA Woman Most Fagile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A being scarred by society
Cracked by misinterpreted action
Words thrown at me like rocks
Shattering my frail glass walls
An easy anxiety fix
Gluing broken ends
Putting my pieces back together-
Though cracks and chipped edges
The evidence of my pain
L i n g e r s.
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.
The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.
As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.
All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath them:
"In a dream within a dream,
where people's faces are pale,
tired and beautiful because of it;
ours are different and alike.
They glow on sunlight
and read a craving for home.
My high heels and your all-stars;
Moving through different streets;
Stepping on different stones,
but alight with the same fire.
Mandatory stops along the way
seem infinite and hard t
Say that forever is more than just a wordI became a part of your past on the day that I met youSay that forever is more than just a word2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we first spoke and as words spilled out,
The present was elapsing and even now as I stare out into the audience
Trying to place your face,
knowing that you're not here,
the past is pulling me.
Looking back, yes , looking back.
It's something I've been doing a lot.
They say I shouldn't
But they are always telling us what to do
And what's it to them anyway ?
When I feel as though you've taken a slug hammer and battered my heart
They don't feel it.
And when I kiss those lips that my soul rocketing into the clouds,
They don't feel that either.
In all the time I've spent with you,
we have shared experiences that can't quite compare to landing on the moon.
But the moon has nothing on feeling you breathing against me while we sleep.
Everyone equates sex with intimacy, but for most of us out there who have had our fair share of experiences
that isn't always true.
Imtimacy to me was the feel of your hand slipping underneath my back as yo
ListenCan you hear meListen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen
Maybe you can't hear me
I'm just not loud enough
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Beauty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
A glass bottom moonLying across the expanse ofA glass bottom moon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
I Will Go OnI will go onI Will Go On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though you're gone
My heart will grow back
Even though I lack
The very thing that helped me
Continue to live and let me see
The true worth
Of my life upon the cruel Earth
I promise when it appears
Even if I have to wait for years
I will get over you
Just like you want me to
SchizoThe hallucinations are haunting my mindSchizo1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to mutilate my flesh
My straitjacket is too tight
The room is too narrow
The doctor came to see me
A dose of medical drugs and I see the monsters
The treatment is dangerous
He nourishes my own madness
My guardian is a pervert
One night I will plant my pencil in his asshole
and the doctor will swallow my anti-anxiety medication
RainRain trickles down my window paneRain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying diamond tears
Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph
Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses
A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love
I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed
I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle
Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me
Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
And we say goodbye to the remnants of the vanishing rain
FlamesThere are flames whereFlames2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his head should be -
forty pieces of silver
a dressing gown, a pipe
a poem left in the fireplace.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stone angels on the battlefield
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Death's Lullaby.Life drained from its former passion,Death's Lullaby.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hung on the thin thread of luck.
The rules are simple, comical.
Either you stay still or you die.
Sinking deeper, engulfed in unwrought nigritude.
Slate black faces,
buried inside shadows of hoods,
Bony fingers cruddle grinning sculps,
caressing fear as if it were an infant.
Hollow screams echo eternally like a melody
through unsought caverns.
As Death sang a lullaby.
Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skinSunflower Kisses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.
The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.
Do you want the sun?
Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.
You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking of that one line.
I like the sun.
Then I'll wrangle the sun,
all for you.
We laid in the suns warmth
of sunflower kisses
and the tickles of wheat instead of grass
and nothing else mattered in the world.
I love you.
I love you too.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,Symbiosis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
PictureThey say a picture speaks a thousand words,Picture2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where a word just speaks but one,
so let me paint a picture for you,
before the day is done,
Over the horizon you see,
the trees are going down,
the river seems ablaze,
with fire and ashes all around,
My screams are in the distance,
begging for some help,
my screaming makes no difference,
you smile to watch me melt,
The colors of my painting,
start spilling on the floor,
the heat the flames are creating,
makes the color run some more,
The canvas begins to char,
as my face blackens with suit,
you can here the trees crash to the ground,
if you listen hard,
You close your eyes to breath,
from the painting that you see,
but when you open your eyes again,
the paintings a reality,
Your chest is heavy with smoke,
and I just stand and watch you choke,
I promise this is no joke,
about the painting I'm talking about,
You decide to lay down,
to stop from falling to the ground,
I lay beside you sound,
as the flames lick my night gown,
You scream out in p
SparkA gaze is all it takes.Spark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the one-sided spark flickers ablaze.
Thoughts crowd your mind, whispering ill fates.
Ignoring everyone, you stare, amazed.
Your heart beats faster with every step.
She seems familiar, though you've never met.
A gentle hand taps her on the arm.
She turns to you with a curious alarm.
An awkward moment passes, with silence flying by.
You gather up courage and simply say "Hi."
Another spark, it creates a whole flame.
Dancing like liquid, it burns all the same.
Lovers Of The NightStrangers out of sight,Lovers Of The Night2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are like a pair of lovers dancing,
When dying daylight turns to newborn night.
Hearts pound as they start their ritual of romancing,
By tears on train-tracks where no hate could be tonight.
Was their pairing of love so naïve?
That their passion became a pain to prolong,
Forever feelings distorted as to who to believe.
They never knew it was meant to be wrong,
But birds break the morning mist with sweet song.
Lovers out of light,
Are like a couple of strangers kissing,
When sombre sunlight turns to melancholic moonlight.
Minds beat as they decease their cult of consorting,
By roars of railways where no sorrow could be right.
Was their daring of hope so ignorant?
That their wonder became a wound to wake,
Ever emotions contorted as to what they want.
They never knew it was meant to be forbidden,
But young yearnings should not keep heartbeats hidden.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bringDreams2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
Submerged in Swan LakeSubmerged in Swan Lake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue.
Here and BackHere and Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We hide behind transparent covers,
Looking at the others,
While they identify us.
There is no art,
There are only the pictures
That flash before us.
Funded, collaborated, tossed.
Modern, sleek upgrades
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothing lasts until tomorrow.
Stopped search for lasting objects.
Beyond any sense of loss,
Beyond empty photos,
Beyond plastic wrap,
We are hungry,
And we let ourselves die: