The Princess Of The NorthThe Princess Of The NorthThe Princess Of The North2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was a Princess
of the North,
A war it came
and she was lost
She was enslaved,
She was forced,
They dressed her red
And she was sold.
He was a son,
down, from South,
With light heart
and shy mouth
He never searched,
yet now he found,
Their eyes met
a night around.
They hide in darkness,
She's in Love,
He didn't think
Of what's above
She was a slave
and masters ask
to pay with gold,
to pay for lust.
He was no warrior,
No sword in hand
and no courage
yet to stand.
They'll meet again,
Two elders pay
For him, her goods
They'll meet again,
Two elders pay
For him, her goods.
the elders go,
no passion's flaw
But he is young,
with light heart,
He likes her,
but not so hard
But she is young,
with heavy heart,
She keeps some gold,
She's calling him
and there he's back,
Eyes are meeting
in the dark
But he's young
With light heart,
He's hiding words,
He keeps apart
He makes thoughts
of Love and go
Draco's Sunshine- Part 1Draco's Sunshine- Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ran down Hogwarts corridors trying not to be late to Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. My Slytherin robe was racing behind me along with my new ghost friend, Vladimir.
"You have exactly 7 seconds to get to class!" He yelled at me. So I hauled butt down the hall and finally made it to Snape's. I breathed out in relief and turned to Vladimir and smiled.
"Thanks..." I breathed out quietly. He waved and floated down the hall. I turn back to the classroom and saw Harry Potter's seat was taken. Darn...I really liked him too...but I turned my head a little to see a Slytherin robe. It was none other than the evil Draco Malfoy. Ugh, he was so cruel to everyone. But it was the only seat open, so I stormed towards Draco's neighbor seat and sat down, kind of like Hermione Granger does. Draco jumped and opened his mouth to speak but said nothing.
"Oh...it's you..." He said in a monotone voice. I rolled my eyes and looked to the board to see Professor Snape staring at me. Oh boy...
Torn Pt 1 - DramioneTorn Pt 1 - Dramione6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She grasped the door handle tight while taking a sharp breath. Her eyes widened while she covered her mouth. She shook her head while she felt the tears slowly coming. She had sworn to never cry over the boy again. He had promised this would never happen. Why? Why had she trusted him? She closed the door as she bit her lip. One tear slid down her pail skin as she spun around and ran. She didn't care if she would get in trouble for being up so late. She just wanted to get away from him.
Draco lazily flicked his hair back and leaned against the wall. Truth be told he was alittle frightened. Petrifide really. Some how Pansy had gained access into his room and he was worried about what she left in there. There were countless spells she could use to spy on him. He ran his fingers though his hair while trying to figure out where to sleep. Like hell he was going in there without bodyguards. Well if he wasn't sleeping tonight he was better off exploring. He couldn't really care less if he
LandlockedLandlocked2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You told me not to lose myself in these monsoon-moods, but the winds backed to westerlies and caught me up in their currents; the ebb and flow of these atmospheric tides may yet turn my bones to gypsum-dunes, fated to crawl across dry land forever in search of the sea.
For Draco Malfoy Lovers - 2011For Draco Malfoy Lovers - 20114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
________ Means your first name
~~~~~~ Means your last name
As you headed towards your potions class, you couldn't help but feel really gloomy. You hated potions, as Professor Snape absolutely loathed you, and always tried to find random excuses to give you a detention. Also you had to sit next to it. Yes, that's right it. Draco Malfoy, the meanest boy you had ever met. The weird thing was even though he bullied you, you sort of had a crush on him, crazy right?
There was just something about him that made you melt inside whenever you say him. Maybe it was the way his cold, grey eyes bored into yours. Or maybe it was the cute smirk he wore on his face. Who knows?
"Hey _________," Ron greeted as you reached the potions class.
Everyone was standing outside the classroom door, shivering slightly as they waited for Professor Snape to usher them all inside.
"Hey Ron," You replied, flashing a grin and waving at Harry and Hermione, who
Untitled (part one) They first met in a park. It was summer and people swarmed there to walk their dogs or have picnics or just sit in the sun. It was a city park with grass, a small lake and evil geese (not that there’s any other kind of geese). The North Wind wasn’t sure how she’d ended up there, but it seemed right, so she settled down to wait.Untitled (part one)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She first noticed the human girl’s aura. It made her stand out among the fairly mundane pinks and greens. They looked almost pastel next to the brightness of hers. It swirled around her like a blizzard, icy blue and white with brilliant sparks of silver.
The second thing the North Wind noticed about her was her hair. It was short, curly and a startling shade of blue, the likes of which she’d never seen on hair before. The human was sitting on a splintery, wooden park bench reading an awfully thick book.
She walked over, feigning a casual stroll. Inside she was conflicted and nervous. What do people say when t
OneFour-year-old Prosper looked wide-eyed around the waiting room, nervous in spite of himself. His father had urged him to go play with the various toys scattered around the floor in the children's section, but he had refused to let go of his father's hand long enough to do so. Despite his father's assurances, Prosper's eyes were tearing up, and when his father tried baiting him into a game with the large lego blocks, he scooted down onto the floor and began halfheartedly putting together an shapeless lump of legos. After a few minutes of this, though, he toddled back to his father and tugged on his shirt. Without pausing, his father reached down and scooped Prosper up, knowing from previous experiences what Prosper had wanted.One5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't be so scared, Pros," his father said, chuckling softly at Prosper's tight clutch on his shirt, "we're just here to pick up Mummy and your new baby sister, there's nothing to cry about."
He reached up and wiped away a couple of tears that had slid down Prosp
The Origin of GodThe universe began with a thought.The Origin of God2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The greatest tragedy of the human condition is, sometimes limited, awereness of our own faults, coupled with the inherent inability to overcome any of them. The truth is - we are programmed to be this way, and everything can be reprogrammed. It is a matter of genetic imprints, and they can either be changed by milennia of forced feeding of information - psychological conditioning, if you will - or by a simple thought.
Have you ever had a horrible toothache? Have you ever tried telling your tooth, via your brain, to shut down the nerves in your jaw so you can get some sleep? It works. So, why wouldn't it work with other manifestations of pain? Existence is the ultimate form of pain, from which all other forms derive. The abilities of the greatest tool we have at our disposal - our brain - are not just in the realm of basic impulses such as "I need to feed", but that is what we have been lead to believe thus using only a miniscule percent of its potenti
BlessingMy father strangled a birdBlessing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quietly, calm as gravity,
there in the garden. He bent
as if praying to the torqued wing
reddening his hand.
The night hunkered down on the screaming
wildness, on the kicking legs, the abrupt
and awe-filled silence. I watched him
watch the beak open, close,
like rippling lake water.
I loved him, the mercy
of his heavy knuckles, the kindly
He closed the beak like a priest
closes the eyes.
I am YouLife spoke to the void.I am You2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to
.you are a walking.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out
RapeI am a 17 year old girlRape4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes sparkle in the daylight
I have a smile that can light up the whole room
I have an amazing family
My friends are the best that anyone could ever ask for
My boyfriend is amazing
Someday I am going to live in a big pretty house just like the one I grew up in
When I graduate I am going to go to a good college and learn to do my dream job
After college I am going to marry my prince charming
And we will live happily ever after
I will have beautiful children
And I will love them with all of my heart
And when they grow up I will become a grandmother
When the time comes I will die peacefully in my sleep with my loyal husband at my side
I have a perfect life.
I am a seventeen year old girl
My tears glisten in the cold moonlight
My smile, like me, is broken and fake
I am all alone
With friends that will never understand
And an ex boyfriend who is wondering what he did wrong
My big house is filled with emptiness and shattered dreams
At school my classmates happy
My Crossdressing God-dessToday you are a girl,My Crossdressing God-dess5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you stuff your sister's bra,
3 tissue boxes are casualties,
In your crusade for beauty.
As you apply lipstick,
In front of our cracking mirror,
I mention that this is the 5th time this week,
You've paraded yourself in miniskirts and hooped earrings,
And I wouldn't mind normally,
Perfume has begun to smell like gunpowder.
Today you are a boy,
So you dust off your abandoned wifebeater,
And rub your ignored adam's apple gingerly.
As you apply shaving cream,
In front of our cracking mirror,
I mention that your unnaturally deepened voice,
Sounds like a bad imitation,
Of a butterfly wearing bear claws.
You reply in a whisper,
"Butterflies aren't as ugly as me,"
And my heartstrings are played like an orchestra.
I hold you tighter than usual,
And run kisses over your waterproof mascara from yesterday.
I say to you,
"I wish I could be your cocoon,"
And those pools of confused blue,
Seem to still themselves,
You press your body more openly against mine.
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
Music Is...What is music?Music Is...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
ExpireSuicidal imaginationExpire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born into despair and pain
Forever scarred and unholy
Forever distorted and confused
We live to die
Born into death
We all die every day
The very second we are born
All water turns to blood
All bones turn to ash
Every soul called famous
Is another heart hollowed
I don't talk, you know
I don't smile, of course
Because I'm numb in pain
I'm empty and forever hopeless
Life is nothing more than useless struggle
Birth is the first gun shot
And death is the only satisfying thing in the end
I'm tired of struggling in vain
I just want to set my eyes to rest
And my skin to the cold
So I can truly be nothing
TwoProsper grumpily banged his feet against the solid wood of the examination table he was sitting atop. He knew his mother was ignoring him, and, even worse, not even bothering to hide it, sitting across the room reading one of the many magazines that where piled on the small tables. He hated going to the doctor. Dr. Knowles always ruffled his hair too hard and talked too loud. If he told Prosper that he had to get a shot he was going to run for it. Stubbornly continuing to glare at his oblivious mother, he clenched his fingers around the edges of the table and waited for the stupid doctor to come in.Two5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, when the door finally did open, instead of seeing the large, obnoxious, slightly balding old man that he had come to expect, he was faced with- unexpectedly- the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with long brown hair and a pretty face.
"Hey there, Prosper," she said with a smile that lit up her face, "I'm Jane. Dr. Knowles is on vacation right now, so I'm going to be helping y
because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.because i love you.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.
maybe you're fireworks that sparkle and light up the july sky - but unlike fireworks, you'll keep glowing into forever.
or maybe youre just you, and thats more than enough.
i know there's magic in the world.
i'd give you a rainbow if it erased the gray days; i'd give you a mirror if it made you see how wonderful you really
The Battle of My LifeWe all have a hero inside of us. Someone who inspires us to be better, to drive us when we are tempted to stop at second best. This is the one who encourages us to, when we fall, to pick ourself up and keep going, no matter the danger, no matter the cost. The hero within reminds us of all that we know to be true and what we have learned through hardships past. This is our hero, waiting to be set free upon the Earth to do the will of his Maker.The Battle of My Life2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But where there is light, there is also shadow. For in each of us, there is a villain. Someone made of all the twisted fantasies and nightmares you ever had or ever will, someone whose soul purpose is not to fight you. This person is not here to torture or scheme against you, neither are they here to rob you of all that you hold dear. YOU will do that all on your own if you give them what they want; and what they want is, acceptance. This person is not some huge monster who wants to devour you, not at first anyway. It's just a lost, misunderstood
Save The Whales"You know what?"Save The Whales6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should never fall in love."
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm the whale. I can't do anything except wait for you to finally save me."
"I'll save you. I don't mind."
"I'll never thank you. I'm a whale; I can't talk."
"I don't care. I'll save you anyway. And you're wrong, you know."
"I'm not quite what you make me out to be. I laugh so I won't cry, yet that doesn't save me when I'm alone. I try to save the
Untitled It was green and as bright as sun on snow. It was cold too, sucking the heat from her hand. It was heavier than it looked at a first glance; but precious things usually were. She looked at it for a moment, then gave the signal. Silently the rope was retracted into the ceiling, taking her along with it. The gem sparkled in her dark glove like an emerald star in the night sky. She pulled herself onto the roof, the stone pressing against her leg.Untitled2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The soft click of the skylight closing was lost in the sound of raindrops hitting asphalt. A siren cut through the relative quiet of the neighborhood. She didn't flinch, knowing the difference between alarms and common sirens. Her boots were firm against the slick roof. By now it was easy, familiar. She was no longer stunned by the stupidity of rich people. All their fancy security systems could never stand up to a good cat burglar.