What Happens at Hogwarts Part 2 Part 2: Explaining What the Bloody Hell Just HappenedWhat Happens at Hogwarts Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The resemblance between Percy and the apparent leader of the small group now facing us was really something to behold.
They were all dressed in the black robes everyone else seemed to be warring, the leader had glasses, a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead and a noticeable lack of a Roman tattoo but those were the only real difference I could spot, green eyes, messy jet-black hair, and a certain aura of hardship and leadership
the sadness i feelmy heart breaksthe sadness i feel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every time i realize i cant help you
my heart rips to pieces
when i see your sad face
the little voice returns to the surface then
saying to me
" you cant help him"
"so why try?"
"you re just an insignificant little person somewhere out there"
my heart hurts soo much
I want to reach out and help you
but im scared
scared that whatever question i ask will hurt you
i don't want to hurt
but i want to help you
it hurts not being able to do so
hurts sooo very much
my heart hurts for you
I just wanna hold you
and tell you its gonna be alright
i just wanna make you feel safe
i wanna make you feel like you should be feeling
safe and happy
I want to make you happy
i want to take away your pain
i want to take away your sadness
i want to take away all that hurts you
soooo very badly
but im scared that if i try
you'll shut me out
and i cant let you shut me out
i love you
so i will try to help...
in the little way that i can
Manga and AnimeManga and Anime - What is it - really?Manga and Anime8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There are many different comics and cartoons in the world. And they have all been fascinating us since they first saw daylight.
How many superheroes dont we know? And they all started their journeys through comics.
Ever since the original comics were born, there have been spinoffs. But why? Making money? Captivating the audience and keep them under a spell, hoping it wont wear off?
Spinoffs through comics, cartoons, and movies.
To those fans whove been enchanted since the beginning and still are supportive of their favourite comics, these new movies and cartoons might not be as much of a joy as theyd expected it to be. In fact, they're rather a disappointment sometimes.
And since the Japanese comics, cartoons and games first came to America and Europe, thereve been more sequels, prequels and spinoffs than ever before.
Annoyingly many, and mountains of merch
w h i s p e r Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say,w h i s p e r5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like little children sleeping, we can dream this night away.
[paint splatters covering the walls]
[shattered china tea cups]
Quit Childhood14 girl is out tonightQuit Childhood5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her hair is done, her skin is white.
She'd like to get what's wrong, what's right
But this is her first night out.
She look self-assured but she's scared
She'd like to shout but nobody cares
No wonder why she'll end up hurt
Lost in lust, drugs and sweat.
After 3 Vodaks, she's drunk has hell
She barely stands on her heels
She can't recognize what's wrong, what's real
She really lost her sex-appeal.
But there's that taste on her lips
She won't even protest or scream
Someone is taking her by the hips
Has she passed out in her dreams.
And it's morning, 4 A.M.
She's wondering lonely with a headache.
Her hair is messy, her skin is pink:
She's walking here feeling weak.
She's crying what she has lost
To take it, she'd pay any cost.
She's dreaming of killing the enemy:
The guy who took her virginity.
Freshman YearIt was my freshman year,Freshman Year5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did it all for fear,
I did it because of her tears...
Do a trick,
Catch a lick,
Be all sick,
Get to class,
Smoke some glass,
Grab her ass.
Take a hit,
Make it good,
Sit a bit,
In your hood,
Damn you man,
Forgot my plan...
All before the end of freshman year,
All before I realized my fear,
All before I saw her tears...
Don't you stop,
Tell the lies,
Get your munch,
Sit on down,
Throw your lunch,
Don't you frown,
Broke my glass.
I got high so high freshman year,
High enough to forget my fear,
So high I didn't see her tears...
Real world see?
Fill my cup,
In the when,
End my freshman year,
Nightmares and fears,
Tasting her tears.
All before I got high,
Before I thought I could die,
When I knew that I knew how to fly...
ReplacementYou promised me you wouldn't,Replacement5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I voiced my fears.
You assured me of your feelings,
And dried up all my tears.
But you don't notice that she's stealing,
Precious moments from our life.
You don't realize that she's pushing
All my thoughts back into strife.
When you told me you were looking,
For your wonderful new friend.
You hadn't noticed I'd been waiting
For you to come around the bend.
I can't hope to keep on watching
With a silent smile on my face.
So before I end up hurting,
It'll leave without a trace.
Eyes of the InsaneEyes of the InsaneEyes of the Insane5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sanity was never certain,
For people that are like me.
Maybe we never had it.
Perhaps away it did flee.
What's the definition of 'Insane'?
Is there a line between it?
Between what is sane,
And when Insanity will hit?
Is there only moments,
When someone's Sanity breaks?
Or is one little snap,
All pure Insanity really takes?
There is a way to tell,
If someone is purely mad.
It's by the look in their eyes.
To tell if they're evil or bad.
The white outsides are spattered,
With bloodshot spots of red.
And the inside, though with color,
Look mad, cold, and dead.
Browns, Greens or Blues,
Are the first colors to come.
The Reds, Yellows, and Violets,
Is where most Insanity is from.
The colors dance and swirl.
Inside the insane one's eyes.
And as the color twirls and brightens,
Their Sanity does slowly die.
As Insanity takes over,
The eyes begin to twitch.
They'll sneer cruelly and laugh,
For their bloodlust begins to itch.
How do I know this?
These symptoms of the Insane?
This ScarThis scar is all I have,This Scar5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's all that you left me,
It's supposed to make me glad.
This scar encircles my heart,
And stitched along my brain,
But I don't know where it starts.
It's embedded in my feelings,
It's mingled with my tears,
This painful memory,
Compliments my own fears.
This scar came from longing,
From wanting you my dear.
You are the last stitch,
In a tapestry of pain.
A velvet blanket,
Embroidered with your name.
This scar appeared long ago,
In a time where we were happy,
When we didn't know.
But then you went and left,
And cut me with your words,
This was the gift I don't deserve.
This scar is seen in photos,
It's seen in our memories,
My love for you was total,
Now it's buried within me.
You burned all our bridges,
And said it could never be.
You are the last stitch,
In a tapestry of pain,
A velvet blanket,
Embroidered with your name.
Boy Who Loves a Boy Ch 1WARNING: If you have anything against homosexuality, don't read this. If you don't mind and like love stories, read this.Boy Who Loves a Boy Ch 16 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
+Everything written here is true. My life story+
It seemed like an ordinary day. I had just had gym class and I was tired after playing football. I remember it was a cold day. Well, cold for September. The bell rang and I relized I was late for science. I was about to dash to class when I remembered that I left my binder in the change room. I cursed and spun on my heel and dashed off to the change room. I was about to walk through the door when I stopped in my tracks. I heard crying. I couldn't tell who it was, but they sounded terrible... I debated turning and leaving right then. To this day, I am so glad that I didn't.
I took a step into the changeroom. Criss, a guy at my school, was sitting on the bench crying. I was so surprised that it was Criss. He was the guy who never showed emotion. Only sarcasm. He wasn't shy, but he never really bothered with anyone. He w
StormStorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't much like this game we play
A game of trick and treat
Like a dog jumping up or playing dead
For just a bit of meat.
You hold the priceless feelings
Just above my head.
Impossible to reach,
With a heart that feels like lead.
I bend and contort my mind
In hopes I won't lose you next.
Every breathless moment
And every misread text.
Pretend for just a second
That I have disappeared.
You'll never see my face again,
Just as you have feared.
The feelings you seek from me,
You'll just have to seek some more
From other girls out there
They have those feelings in store.
Cuz a life waiting to get mine
For when you decide to give 'em
Isn't very fair or proper
For either of us to live in.
Just like it isn't right
For me to lead you on
Knowing I'll be leaving soon.
It's like living in a con.
But I can't help these feelings
As I struggle like never before.
And I whisper to myself, asking
Why do I want this more?
I Shouldn't Love YouI Shouldn't Love YouI Shouldn't Love You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This isn't normal.
This isn't right.
I am the day.
You are the night.
We shouldn't have met.
We shouldn't be together.
But now we're stuck with each other.
Now and forever.
I would tell you to go away.
But you'd only taunt.
I would tell you fuck me.
But that's just what you want.
I could tell you to leave forever.
But that's not in my heart.
I could tell you to fuck off.
But that'd tear us apart.
I should tell you to be gone.
But for some reason I cannot.
I should kill you and have you gone.
But you away, is my weak spot.
You can't live without me.
I can't live without you.
We hate each other and yet love.
What are we to do?
Is it love we feel?
Or is it just lust?
Do you really love me and care?
Or is it fake trust?
Tell me now. Do you care?
Would you if I was to die?
If you don't answer soon.
Prepare to say good bye.
I'll never forget you.
Don't you ever forget me.
But of course, how could we forget?
When you are inside of me?
So, I'll stay alive.
Even though you
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
PenniesMy mother is the forestPennies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father is the mountain
And me, I'm the mall's seventeen year old fountain.
While hikers make a trek through dangerous terrain
People come to me, flipping in their change
While the Discovery Channel visits to make a documentary
People come over here, their child flipping pennies
Making their wishes, secretly asking for dreams
That they've wanted since before they were teens
But on you, discoveries are forged, memories made
A different outdoorsman changing his life, everyday
Pushing through the trees, pulling through the snow
From the mossy ground up to where nothing can grow
Peaks and summits, they've made a base camp
The air is so humid it makes your whole face damp
When they trudge through the forest, my dear dear mother
They rely on only themselves and each other
And father, when they climb up through the peak at such a high height
They do it without even the slightest bit of fright
But guys, please remember that I'm still here, too
I even still have the pe
Rising From the LakeCapricious undine of the sacred blue deepRising From the Lake2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sword of a king she is meant to keep
Spirit of the lake, nymph of the water
Lady of Avalon, sacred isle's daughter
Seductress of Merlin, binding him to stone
Sorceress, enchantress; the waves are her home
Purest of springs to feed the darkest of depths
Where Arthur's living weapon once again is kept
To offer a ruler an icy blade
Comes from the waters this treacherous maid
Beautiful and budding, stoic without smile
Again she does lie, time passing all the while
As the Bear-Named does sleep in a mountainous tomb
So does the Isle sleep, and in the lake's womb
The next of Nimue will twice rise, again
And offer the glorious blade then
Welsh or French, Germanic or Anglo-Saxon
Whether in the heat of battle or at a rusty axe-end
The time will come for the Lady to reform
Out from the water as a spring rain does pour
And once again, shall our great King
Arthur Pendragon, with a Grail which we sing;
And to and f
No One SleepsFly awayNo One Sleeps2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
And let your soul unfold.
Arrive at wit's end and
Feel yourself consoled.
Reach out and let go.
Someone elseWhen we try to be ourselves we end up being someone else.Someone else3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Suffer in SilenceWaiting again,Suffer in Silence5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For the sound of your voice
Speaking softly to me,
I can't wait
My heart breaks,
Every time I see you
Walking by, I think,
It's too late
With every passing moment
The world I know is gone
And even though we're near
I know I don't belong
Why must I suffer in silence?
I never had the chance to say 'Good-Bye'
If you could, would you even hear me?
Or watch me as I suffer, until I die?
You once had,
The world at your fingertips
The weight of the world
Crashed down on you and you,
Lost the fight
You handled things so perfectly
And didn't lose your head
But deep down, underneath it all
You wished that you were dead
Why do you suffer in silence?
You never had the chance to be
Everything you ever wanted to
But still, you're something more to me
I know you're there
You know I care
But why do we suffer in silence?
Addressed to Jane Doesome nights I like to tear my veins out, individuallyAddressed to Jane Doe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like flower tendrils waiting to bloom and
string them up in the sun I never got to see;
violet memories, severe and sharp around the edges
like the day her eyes clouded over. blooming
purple, precious thing, nurtured by her inability to say no;
I wonder what she’d say when she saw the spaceships
steal the sky. she’d raise her bloodless palms
to the empty heavens and ask them to take her, too
(these nightmares are a self-diagnosed
expiration date, I wake to the sound
of your wildflower heart mourning my
goodbye. I still wince like there’s
a war being fought between my bones;
the history books won’t remember the way
death knelt and cleaned my canvas
skin, kissing my forehead before
abandoning me to lose in peace) dear
nameless, the numbers stamped on your wrist are not
an identity. on nights such as these, I swallow your voice
like a shot of whiskey and string myself out like you,
the porcelain savior, hollow,
don't hurt me..Do you have to hurt me?don't hurt me..6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To make me cry..
Do you have to be that angry?
It scares me to death..
Im tired of the tears you made me cry
Im sick of the pain you made me feel
Dont you see my crying eyes when you scream?
Everytime I said Dont hit me
Didnt you see I was scared?
Didnt you hear the fear in my voice..
Didnt you feel my pain,
Dont you see youre hurting me..
Do I really have to say:
Im scared, please dont hurt me..
BooksI walk through the automaticBooks3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Double doors into the silence
Of the great white room,
And walk amongst the shelves.
As I look at the books, my favorite characters
Squeeze out between the pages.
They run after me pulling me back to their story.
"Pick me!" they beg, each clamoring for attention.
I walk down the "Fantasy" isle,
Past books I know and love.
Walter Moers, J.K. Rowling,
Harry zooms past me, trying to catch the snitch,
While Captain Bluebear discusses darkness with Nightingale.
Frodo quests on with Sam close at hand,
I accidentally push Alice down the rabbit hole.
Not looking for something magical,
I travel to the horror section.
Stephen King and Bram Stoker are there,
To scare the daylights out of me.
A zombie lumbers after me,
And Jack Torrence joins him,
Chasing me with an axe.
Dracula grabs me and attempts to suck my blood.
I make a run for the science fiction,
And away from the terror and suspense.
Ray Bradbury and Scott Westerfield's storie
UnlovedI'll deprive myself of sleep, and stay up until 4:00 in the morning just to comfort you.Unloved4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll give you the advice you need over and over, to make you REALIZE that you're worth something.
I'll put my own problems aside and try to help you with yours.
I'll sacrifice myself for you at any time.
I'll be your guidance counselor when you need one.
I'll help you go forward, even if it will cause MYSELF pain.
I'll deal with someone who's hurting you in life.
I'll help you overcome obstacles; despite the trouble I'd get into.
I'm the one who deprives myself of sleep EVERY NIGHT thinking about it.
I'm the one that thinks I'm worth nothing to you.
I'm the one with the real problems.
I'm the one who needs a sacrifice from another person.
I'm the one who needs a real guidance counselor.
I'm the one who's consistently depressed and sobbing to myself because of the pain.
I'm the one who doesn't understand why.
I'm the one who wonders:
Why wouldn't you do the same for me?
StradivariusI want to play youStradivarius2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like I would
and I am no musician
Decadent LoveYou are as fine as the french silk sheets you sleep in.Decadent Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flawless, soft and decadent.
You are the Domaine Romanée-Conti
Passing through your soft pursing lips,
kissing the crystal rim of my glass.
You are as breathtaking as midnight in Paris,
A sight briefly seen as I lean across your lap
But still imprinted, and sealed with your kiss.
You are New York's Golden Opulence Sundae,
the 23-carat gold leaf that you peel off
And gently place on my tongue.
You are the Bugatti Veyron,
racing through the Overseas Highway in the Florida Keys,
with me, staring out at the vibrant blues as we speed passed.
You are the Museo Guggenheim of Spain
The Runways in Italy
The Kohinoor diamond
And I am but a simple man,
Trying to keep up.