I'm Beautiful.I'm beautiful.I'm Beautiful.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm tired of being told I'm not.
Through twisted lies, lofty glares, and backstabbing words,
Even though I'm loud, sensitive, and painfully shy,
Even though I'm overweight and zit-faced
And have depressingly low self-esteem,
Because I have dreams,
And I plan on achieving every single one of them.
So f*** you if you think I'm not,
Because I know
Less Than ThreeNot my first kiss,Less Than Three4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the first
Distance Means NothingOf all the things in this life I've learned,Distance Means Nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though oceans separate us,
Together we stand hand in hand.
Of all the people I could ever love,
Those oceans away
Are among those I love most.
For all the tides that have come and gone,
My adoration remains steady,
And never changing.
Be you friend, family, honorary family,
The distance between us can be measured.
The strength of our bonds cannot.
Essex, Martin, Dayton, Woodstock, Toronto,
None of that matters.
For you're always in my heart.
Lily Evans~ September 2, 1971: First YearLily Evans7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily Evans opened her eyes slowly. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the canopy draped over her four-poster bed and smiled. It seemed that her arrival at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry last night hadnt been a dream. She quietly pushed back the bed curtains, stepped into her slippers and began making her bed. The other girls werent awake yet. Lily had always been an early riser. Her dormmates, to Lilys relief, all seemed agreeable, friendly andthankfullyjust as nervous as she was. Mary MacDonald seemed especially nice. Lily resolved to speak more with her today.
After dressing and brushing her teeth, she made her way down the stairs, through the Gryffindor Common Room and into the maze of Hogwarts corridors. Last night, she had conscientiously looked for landmarks as the Prefects had led them from the Great Hall to Gryffindor Tower and she only got turned around on the way back once.
She wasnt the fi
All I See Is YouI first saw you so very unexpectedlyAll I See Is You4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You saw the way I looked at you
And you looked right back at me.
I'll never forget the way
You made me feel that day,
Like I was the only girl you see.
I tried so hard to find
A way to make you mine,
But we just weren't meant to be.
And so I hide
Just how I feel inside.
I don't know what to do
When all I see is you.
We carried on as nothing more than good friends
Scared that love would break us
In ways we couldn't mend.
I have to ignore the way
You make me feel each day,
Like I'm with whom you want to be.
I try hard to deny
Keep asking myself why,
We don't just bite the bullet and be.
And so we hide
Just how we feel inside.
I don't know what to do
When all I see is you.
But something changed so suddenly,
You said you had something to say to me.
You took my hand, like in my dreams you do
And said those three words "I love you".
I love you.
Now we don't have to hide
Just how we feel inside.
I know exactly what to do
Coz all I see is you.
You Threw "Us" AwayYou Threw "Us" Away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We could've worked
We had a chance
Why couldn't you see
Our great romance
I know you cared
I know you worry
But still you did it
With no hurry
You kept on pulling
On my strings
You showed me love
But now it stings
You acted nice
But said mean things
Had me confused
But I found my wings
You broke my heart
You ripped it out
But it will heal
There is no doubt
I will be sad
I'll shed some tears
But in the end
I'll break my fears
I will move on
I won't look back
I'll leave you lying
In pitch black
Sirius Black's dayA day in the life of Sirius BlackSirius Black's day8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Siilent Niiight! Hoooly niiight! Aaall is caalm! Aaall is briiight…"
"I will kill him," muttered a voice from behind a dark red curtain.
"Erm..." a moments silence, "...Sleeep in heavenly peeaace!"
"Not if I get there first," growled another voice from the opposite wall. The fresh light of morning was creeping into the room through the maroon curtains, lighting piles of messy clothes and highlighting the dust dancing in the air.
"Sleeeeeep in heavenly peeeeeaaaace!"
A shot of light flew between the third, previously silent, pair of curtains and the singing came to a halt with a faint choking noise, like the person responsible had been grabbed round the throat. There was a brief moment of silence, broken only by the sound of fast footsteps on the wooden floor, striking it with a dull thud in a mad and unpredictable rhythm. Then there was a ba
A Little Girl's HopelessnessThere once was a little girl.A Little Girl's Hopelessness4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lost and alone in a dark, dark place, she was lonelier than lonely ever could be.
She would cry, and sniffle, and run and run and run
But, it was a never ending dark place, no matter how far, or how fast she ran, the end never came.
There was no light, nor life.
The little girl did not know what death was, but at that point would have gladly accepted it.
There was only one thing that could comfort her to some extent.
The little girl had the most beautiful dreams.
Dreams of candy, of life and love, of a well connected family.
Of music and books, of friends, sisters, and animals
But they were just dreams; she would wake to the cold reality of nothingness again, and cry.
One day, something appeared.
It was a white stick of some sort.
Curiosity prompted the little girl to pick it up.
The white stick was such a brilliant color, it burned her eyes.
Immediately, the little girl had an idea.
She touched the stick to the black nothingness.
Piss off, PotterChapter 1: Pick Up LinesPiss off, Potter8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Lily walked away from James Potter for the fifteenth time that day.
Hey aren't you forgetting something?
Right. Petrificus Totalus! Toodles!
Did it hurt?
Did what hurt?
When you fell out of heaven?
Did it hurt?
When you fell on your head and crushed it.
Excuse me, but I think I dropped something!!!
Shut it or it's be cracked instead of dropped.
I must be lost. I thought paradise was further south.
I must be lost. I thought hell was further under.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together.
If I could rearrange your brain, I'd put shut and up together.
If I followed you home, would you keep me?
If you followed me home, Azkaban would be sure to welcome another prisoner in.
Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
Wouldn't you look cute in your coffin?
You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!
You're like a cigarette. Addictive but evil and harmful.
So you DO like me!
Not talking about me, (p
Harry Potter EpilogueHarry sat up, gasping for breath, and quickly placed his hand upon the lightning bolt scar upon his forehead. What an odd dream, he thought to himself. With a laugh, he got out of bed and began to dress, preparing to leave for his first day at work. His father, James, had recently been promoted to Minister of Magic and had gotten his only son a job in the Ministry.Harry Potter Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry, hurry up, or youll be late! His mother, Lily, yelled up the staircase. Sometimes, Harry felt like he was still at a teenager, late for his first day of school.
He ran downstairs, where his mother and father were already eating breakfast. Grabbing a piece of toast, he promptly sat down beside them and began to tell them about his dream.
You wont believe the crazy dream I just had. I dreamed that when I was a little boy, an evil wizard named Voldemort killed you two. I got sent to live with the Dursleys speaking of which, do we have to visit them this summer? of cour
Of Time-Travel and Tea"Bugger, blast, damn and double damn," exclaimed Samuel Wenthrop, extracting himself from the ruins of the smoking time machine with an undignified and partially anatomically impossible wrench of his lower quarters. On realising the latter fact and, more importantly, remembering that attempting the anatomically impossible often leads to quite surprising amounts of agony (as was indeed true in this case), he proceeded to follow up the aforementioned expletives with a rather more potent set, including several which he had picked up from his previous travels in time and which this present author therefore lacks the knowledge to translate (though the few phrases of Ancient Sumerian he favoured his unfortunate contraption with were in fact a recipe for a primitive forerunner of the digestive biscuit - Wenthrop's knowledge of ancient languages was not as extensive as he often claimed).Of Time-Travel and Tea4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he had quite exhausted his stock of curses both present and past (and had indeed moved beyond them and
StreamingSun gazes over glittering pigeonsStreaming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they scatter like confetti through the sky.
Gold catches the scratched glass as you move,
Glimmering against the white of your eye.
Breeze ruffles your hair with airy fingers
And you fall deftly off the edge of the world.
Bloody SnowDistance far too greatBloody Snow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be enveloped in your arms
Separated beyond any reach
No matter how far I stretch out my hand
Only able to vaguely recall
The warmth of the embrace that protected me
From the cold harshness of the world
Those precious feelings
Now lost to the icy snow
But time marches on and on
Like the soldiers going into battle
Weapons at the ready, always on guard
Waiting for the next bloodbath to begin
Worrying who will be the next to fall
While I'm left behind
Wondering where in the world you are
Are you losing or winning?
Dead or alive?
The questions remain unanswered
Acknowledged only by the silently falling snow
Marching through the purest of white
Stained dark red
Snow defiled by blood
As more lives are eternally lost
To time's merciless flow
Ominously gray skies
Deciding who will meet their demise
I'm left to do little more than pray
Clinging to the futile wish
Tomorrow will be better than today
Watching your comrades die around you
So certain your days are num
The Death Of The TigerThe Death Of The Tiger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She paced back and forth in her pen, yapping loudly at the annoying crowd of people outside. Their yells, their laughs, and their screaming continued as it always did for her every day. It was utterly nerve-racking for the anxious Thylacine, she tried yapping louder as though it would make the crowd go away. Make them go far, far away and leave her in peace.
She was, quite literally, caged.
And her only visitors made it no better for her at all. As though being enclosed weren't bad enough, she couldn't even eat whatever little food her keepers gave her without someone taunting her outside the small pen. Whether it was a young child acting loud and happy about seeing such an animal or teens throwing things at her just to see her reaction, she was constantly tormented by their sounds.
By now she'd given up calling, her voice too hoarse to yap anymore. She never stood still for a minute in her prison, pacing anxiously to and fro around the small area she was forced to call her home. She h
James vs LilyJames: I cant breathe without you, Evans.James vs Lily6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily: Its interesting that you are still alive, when you've lived more than 6 years without breathing.
James: What do you think? What will our children look like?
Lily: Which children?
James: Surely, your and my.
Lily: Potter Im not planning any children with you!
Sirius: But, the most of children are unplanned.
James: What would you do if I crashed down from my broom?
Lily: I would go to Black.
James: Sirius? Why?
Lily: Didnt you know that he organises the best parties?
James: Wow, Evans, you shine like a sun today. Why are you frowning now?
Lily: Because one arrogant storm cloud has just come and stood in front of me.
James: Do I have any chance to go for a date with you?
Lily: Yes, you do, Potter. But its deeply under zero.
James: Can I ask you for a date, Evans?
Lily: Yes, you can.
Lily: Yes. But I didnt say that I would accept.
James: My love to you heats my centre, Evans.
Lily: Oh, now I
Digital CameraIn this digital screenDigital Camera2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Is a picture of your face
You look so pretty and happy
Forever and always
I click the arrow over
And the camera shows a slide
It’s you and me together
But also that other guy
He always made me angry
I never liked him around
I screamed and fought with you
Which only brought us down
The photo changes again
But this time only us
We’re holding hands together
In the park out by the bus
I remember that night clearly
And the picture changed once more
It was like it was yesterday
That I found you on the floor
I screamed out your name
And tried to find my phone
But my hands were shaking badly
And I felt completely alone
The picture on the screen
Was of your grave
There were flowers and were people
And the memories in my brain
How could I not see
That you were never truly smiling
And that all along it was
Your hurt that you were piling
Maybe it was that guy
Or maybe it was me
Or maybe it was your job;
Perhaps your family
I glare into the screen
As a recording c
A word with the windI yelled out to the seaA word with the wind4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where the wind grasped my voice
dropped the words into the waves
where they plummeted down without noise
I took a step back and breathed hard
Filled my lungs with the salted air
Prepared for the next roar
Emptied out untill my vocal cords snapped
An angel settled behind me
Intrigued following the play
I asked him what he was doing
He told me 'lead the way'
I grasped the chain round my neck then said a prayer
Started walking without direction
The angel followed silently
Mused by my reaction
I ended up at a medieval tower
One not so big yet quite impressive
I recognized the place
The pinnacle of my trust in humanity
The angel put his hand on my shoulder
shook his head and then walked away
There I was , stuck with my head in the clouds
Whilst in reality I lay face flat on the curb
I screamed at the world
where the wind grasped my voice
dropped the words into the earth
where they plummeted down without noise
Finding Heart in a Misfit--15Finding Heart in a Misfit--154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Here we are." Carter cut the engine and leaned back in his seat.
I looked at the music shop. It was eleven, and the place was totally abandoned.
Inside was pitch-black save for the moon, which splotched inside, light glinting off one lone triangle. It sparkled and glowed among the clutter.
Carter's phone buzzed from its spot in the cup holder. The silence was so loud and fragile. The cup holder vibrated with every buzz. I thought the sunroof above us was going to shatter and fall to the ground and fall from all the pressure. I felt it on me. Surely he felt the same? Probably not. Why should he be afraid?
I was waiting to be dismissed, probably with some blowphysically or mentally. It was a surprise tonight. Nothing was happening. Carter still held the wheel, staring ahead as he always did. This was so famili
Inspiration to live "Life is a box of chocolates~"Inspiration to live4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A quote I think is far under-rated.
Obviously, it notes the cesspool of possibilities, 'you never know what you're going to get,' but it's also an incredibly positive outlook:
Life is always sweet. Even something that isn't good for you, usually brings something better for someone else.
Looking forward, you know in that box there's probably going to be something you hate...
But there's also probably something wonderful.
And you have to finish the whole box to get the whole spectrum of the flavor of life, to have all your experience and to be able to remember hard times with wistfulness, and to remember good times with fondness.
These lessons are not the hardest to teach, but the most difficult to believe and finally to accept. Particularly in hard times.
Life is a river, a box of chocolates, a waterfall, a huge cosmic joke and a million other horribly wonderful ( And sometimes cliche) things. Life is
Bring It OnEvery one of us have their hatersBring It On5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fools who think they have all the answers
The ones who try so hard to tear me apart
Till I stand up and I'm ready to outsmart
Listen to your brain, it's telling you you've lost
You don't have the guts, you're not ready for the cost
Bring it on, I've been ready to beat them
Bring it on, I'm fighting for my freedom
Do you really hear these words I'm saying?
Back off, find the haters I've been slaying
Quit pointing fingers and blaming
My words of advice are one man's treasure
My pain and sorrow is another man's pleasure
Talent is something you can never measure
Bring it on, I've already let my tears fall
Bring it on, I'm standing here, standing tall
Don't miss your shot, life's just a single chance
Quit playing around, break out of your trance
You won't make it, you'll be the worst
I'll keep rising, I'll be the first
I'm not playing around
I'm taking you down
Bring it on, the end's been there before anything began
Bring it on, you're not going anywher
Even if it Kills Me.My father ran off with my mother's best friend when I was five and my sister was three. I watched him pack his suitcases, but I was too young to understand. When I asked him where he was going, he turned to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Charlie, you're the man of the house now. Take care of your mother and your sister." After that, he picked up a sheet of paper and a pen, wrote something down, and walked out. I went over a read the note: "My key is under the mat. Won't be needing it anymore. Goodbye." That was the last I saw of him. I haven't heard from him since; no birthday cards, phone calls, letters, nothing. When he walked out of that apartment, he walked out of my life.Even if it Kills Me.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was the day my childhood died.
On the other hand, though, my mom has always been around. Well, at least physically - after my dad left, she kind of lost her mind. For the first couple of weeks, she shut herself in her room and wouldn't stop crying; we had to go stay at my Uncle Mike's until she c
AvariceSometimesAvarice4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"I don't feel
is like a
tore me apart.
August 22nd, 2010
Letting them InI've never felt so needy until I let people in;Letting them In5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I crave attention;
Need to be needed
Need to feel wanted
Should I push this feeling away?
Should I push them all away,
The way I have always done?
Can I, even still,
at this point?
But I feel so many things now,
The flood gates open
I've come beyond
The point of no return
And I'm feeling just a
EnvenomedThere is nothing to sayEnvenomed5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the time that we
allowed to fall away.
Am I so inconsolable?
You left me with
nothing but a
Can you even breathe
after the words that
escaped your tongue?
I will find a way
out of this misery,
for this life cannot
end with the poison
you left dwelling
in my veins.
July 20th, 2010