Because I Love YouIt's when I Look at youBecause I Love You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I see your smile
When I feel my heart beating for you
Its then that I know why I'm still alive
Our love might be different
People might question us more
But I know one thing for sure
I love you my beautiful brunette
I love waking up next to you
I love your body
I don't care if people think our love is wrong
Or that they don't understand us
There is more then the eye sees, my dear
Those things show our true selves
Those things show how strong we are together
Those things make me fall in love with you all over again
So what you're a girl?
So what I'm a girl?
A love like ours is beautiful
A chain created by our vows
I wouldn't want it any other way
The Waiting of TimeLike the shadowsThe Waiting of Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hours gone by
the waiting of time
when the worries
around my heart
hoping for your return
like the petals
of poppies outside
opening after the rain
of a summer storm
A Title About HeavenThe Other took The Speaker's hand.A Title About Heaven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why are you holding my hand...?" the question was blown softly into the night.
"Because it proves that you are real," murmured The Other, "And I haven't held your hand in such a long time."
"Perhaps I'm not real," smiled Speaker, "Maybe I'm just in your mind, your dreams."
"You are real," came the solid reply, "Because I love you and as long as I love you, you'll always be real."
"You've never held my hand before, not properly," muttered The Speaker.
"Because I've never come so close to losing you," said The Other, "Those days before you left I was worried that you were imaginary. That you were too good to be true. When you came back I realised that you were real. And now I'm not scared to hold your hand anymore."
"What if one day I don't come back....?" asked The Speaker.
"Then I'll be glad that for one day, one moment, I touched your hand and kissed your lips. I'll be glad that you were real."
Under Construction.The key to the breakdownsUnder Construction.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the relapses
isn't the fall outs,
it's the rebuilds.
People will remember
the phoenix in flames,
but they will love
the chick crawling
The Road to Love Chapter OneTo watch the one you love die is to watch part of you die. That's how I feel right now as I watch a friend and a lover die right in front of me. I've never felt more helpless than I do right now. I'm still trying to figure out how all of this happened. All I remember is hearing a scream then when I looked to see if everyone was okay I saw him lying there. I was told that there was nothing that could be done to save him. But I didn't listen; I still picked him up off the ground and ran for help. You may be asking what happened. I'll get to that in time I promise. When I got to the castle I was met by one of the nurses. They took him away. That alone gave me some hope that would be okay. After a moment I start to run after them, just in case something should happen to him I want to be there for him.The Road to Love Chapter One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I got the hospital wing I tried to get in to see him, but they wouldn't allow me in. Not that I blame them, they wouldn't want me getting in the way. They did tell me that it would ta
Drowning.Father used to point outDrowning.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sad sort of humor in drowning.
The way we bathe and drink
and live filled with so much of the stuff,
but with a bit of water in the wrong places
you'd be gone.
So I guess he'll understand,
his little girl was made up of self hate
and it just leaked
Adolescence.We became cold-eyed and questioning things,Adolescence.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Religiously reading their careful lips
To sink the deceptive ships they steer,
The sails swollen with mindful lies.
And it was ecstasy for us,
The bleakest nightmare for them,
To see the act of becoming
In a younger thing,
Because the question of death is enough
To melt them down to size,
Return them to their days with wider eyes,
Because there is no first adult day,
But a first dance in a decades-long masquerade,
That ends with sweat
Racing down the corset
Of a child russet-cheeked from red wine.
Who lays down still spinning
And glad for the moon
To be keeping the dark things at bay,
For death is the monster
We know not how to fear
Until the moment we become "gone."
Asperger syndrome - Not weird, strange or odd(Personal notes are in italics, e-mail excerpts are not)Asperger syndrome - Not weird, strange or odd2 years ago in Letters More Like This
On the morning of 9 December 2013, Channel Nine breakfast show Today introduced a story about singer Susan Boyle having Asperger syndrome, referring to this condition as an "illness". Below is an e-mail I sent to the show just to clarify a few things about Asperger syndrome (from my point of view), in the hope that they (and other media outlets) would have a better insight into why Asperger's (as well as other forms of autism) should not be classified as an "illness" or "disease".
To whom it may concern,
Regarding your introduction to the story about Susan Boyle having an "illness", I would like to point out that Asperger syndrome - make that any form of autism - is not an illness or disease, but it is something that dramatically impacts the person that has it and their families and requires constant adjustments to thinking and actions. More often tha
Jealousy is a Deadly sin.Pairing: Harry Potter X Draco Malfoy.Jealousy is a Deadly sin.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summery: Harry knew today was going to be different, not to mention difficult. But just how far can jealousy push you?
As soon as his eyes shuttered open, Harry knew it would be an unusual day. Normally he would leave his prophecies to professor Trelawney but today he didn't need a mad old bat to tell him that he would regret getting out of bed.
Harry pushed the maroon curtains open and swung his legs over the side of his bed, calling Ron to wake up as he did. As usual he groaned and ignored him but Harry had learned the redhead's special wake up word.
"Ron! Look food!" Ron sat up quicker than a snitch, his eyes wide and head spinning wildly. Harry couldn't help but chuckle while shaking his head, his friend was so weird.
"Come on, or we'll be late for breakfast."
Ten minutes later found the golden trio making their way down the corridors, heading towards the great hall. Unusually they didn't pass anyone until the got down to the entrance
We Cannot Hold ThemThe girls who lookWe Cannot Hold Them3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for inspiration in
pictures of gaps and bones
who want to breathe less air
and stop emitting light
and shrink till they can slip
between the atoms and disappear
Butterfly Pulse - OneshotA thin, fourteen-year old boy lies curled up on his bed, eyes tightly shut, like he's trying to forget the rest of the world exists. His hands cover his face, hiding it, but it isn't difficult to miss the convulsing of his shoulders and the sobs emanating from his throat.Butterfly Pulse - Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His name is Ever Makai. And he wants to die. Desperately.
The tears stream down his face as he gulps for air, and he closes his eyes again, wanting to shut out everything. He wants to be able to stop listening to his mind, to have peace at last from the poisonous thoughts that haunt him constantly, night and day.
He's lost absolutely all hope. He can't think of a reason to stay, to keep holding on, because he just doesn't want to anymore.
He wonders bitterly why God, if he even exists, is cruel enough to keep him alive, only to prolong his suffering. He could perfectly well have died the day his parents did, in a car crash the day they were bringing him home from the hospital where he was born. That way, he
Black Coffee ComfortHer eyes absorbed the atmosphere,Black Coffee Comfort1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
throughout the years.
I watched reticent as they spilled
of birds' wings
and of kite strings
on afternoons in the park
before her face cracked like pavement
around her astral eyes
and she lost her youth.
But here it felt
she'd earned her 'aged' instead:
in a dusty two car garage
where a bullet hole interrupted
the back window's face:
a scar to dominate
the willows and sky.
And no one still persisting
can be sure
which side of the pane he struck,
whether he stole someone's breath
the way loneliness does.
There was a black coffee comfort in
our asks and answers:
"Who's left in the world
that loves you?"
"Only one, and not me."
Breathe.I'll never hold the same air twiceBreathe.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In all these uncountable breaths I take
And so I think that death
Comes first to the sentimental
And last to the ones glad to be gone of it
The ones who want the smog-filled air from big cities and the air holding sunbeams falling down between leaves and the air that crashed invisibly above the waves in
a perfect mirror
a song played backwards
and the air full of "I love you"s never returned and the air that tried to slow a drunken fist and the air that urged the bullets to cancel their impulsive flights and the air displaced when a coffin was lowered finally into the grave
Because air is a thing full of anticipative gasps and woeful shrieks and hurrahs and all the declarations ever made
Swimming with the ghosts of each sound that was and will be
And so we should love liberally our chance to breathe deep-
some part of you, some part of me.I want with yousome part of you, some part of me.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind of intimacy
I indulge in
with Pal Mals
I already crave you
when you're missing
from the space between my teeth
and I carry some part of you
in my back pocket,
and like a sandbag
on a silk balloon
you keep me woefully grounded-
but I want to drag you down
into my chest
and let you paint
some part of me black
before you slip
from my lips,
and I want to be satisfied
only until you whisper again
from inside my head.
I want to make you burn,
cupped behind my hand
like a conspiracy
against the breezes,
and I want to
see your glow
against the cobblestones,
by the stained glass in the pub
across the street.
I want to sneak tastes of you
in public parks
and I want to reek of you
that we get dirty looks
on the underground.
I want to take off your
with trembling hands,
and I want to sacrifice my fingertips
to savor you
to the last begging ember
and crush that end
beneath my sole
The Okay to Die.When my soul is scarredThe Okay to Die.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Like a hopeless junkie's arms,
Death I will accept.
Wry Smile of Autumnfall the dreamsWry Smile of Autumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of silent petals
the spirits who reside
take a peek
out of knotholes
to see the silent street
where not a car passes by
laughter from children
rests on curb
of dead flies
brings a smile
to the face of trees
before they go to sleep
Secrets -JamesRemus-James knew that things the previous night had been screwed up beyond belief. James knew that Remus wasn't speaking to either of them and they were all in deep shit with Dumbledore. James knew that he hated seeing the look of betrayal in Remus's warm eyes every time he managed to catch his gaze. Above all else, James knew that if there was one thing that Remus desperately needed, it was someone to just hold him, tell him everything would be all right, and to make the tears go away. Deep down James knew he could make a smile return to the werewolf's lips.Secrets -JamesRemus-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
In private, he would admit to himself that Remus Lupin was attractive, and the kind of boy he could see himself falling in love with. Now, whether or not he would actually ever tell Remus that he was gorgeous, kind, sweet, and down right amazing was another issue entirely. James wasn't sure he had the will power to admit anything to Remus, but if it came down to it, he would if anything just so Remus would try and cheer up. Maybe even j
A hospitalFor a moment you found it hard to believe there was a girl under all those sheets. They were ruffled like a fallen wedding dress and were as chaotic as a shattered window. The hospital room was a light blue, lit by the window at the far end of the room. The room was decorated with instruments, devices and wires you didn't understand. You didn't want to know what they meant. Didn't want to realize they were the gateway from death into life.A hospital4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A weak, hoarse voice spoke.
It was as pitiful as a puppy drenched in rain and equally helpless.
"Hi," you spoke in reply, your words unstable.
"I can't see you well. I heard you come in..." she sounded breathless, a runner in an endless marathon. Her voice was like a tattered cloth full of holes, defenseless against a roaring wind.
You approached the girl.
"You look... amazing," the girl murmured.
You knew you should say something like that, too, tell her that despite all that had happened, she was still beautiful. But the girl's appearance sto
Malfoy's HarryPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyMalfoy's Harry3 years ago in Romance More Like This
FLUFF WARNING--the only way this could possibly be any fluffier is if Harry and Draco grew bunny ears and tails and went for a ride on a unicorn.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
The note said, 'Your great ugly brute of a dog got my precious Princess in a family way. YOU can take care of the results.' It was attached to a wooden crate with a blanket in it; the blanket wriggled, and small, high-pitched grunts could be heard. Harry lifted the blue flannel to find six squirming pups.
"Dumbledore thinks if the two of yeh work tergether ter save these poor wee abandoned babies, ye'll learn how ter get along," Hagrid said.
"But--but--but I have the Tournament!" Harry protested.
"Yeh've got plenty o' time till the next challenge, Harry."
Malfoy picked up a brindled puppy by its scruff, dangling it in the air. "Merlin. That's the ugliest creature I've seen in
Kindness of Rainbow FishesthereKindness of Rainbow Fishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I often
work and pain
that hold no attention
but they always
their own power
in my day
I am only free
when I close my eyes
and go to sleep
of ecstatic paradisium
water in my world
fresh or perhaps tears
it does not matter
for I am something else
surrounded by the kisses
from the kindness
of rainbow fishes
Self-Image.Our eyes too much likeSelf-Image.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fun house mirrors when we try to
Really see ourselves.
HushHush4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the darkness of the room, Marcus can feel the other person moving. The sound of footsteps is loud against hard, pale colored stone, and Marcus knows that his friend isn't bothering to keep it down. It doesn't matter, he doesn't mind.
He pushes himself deeper into his bedding and rolls over, onto his side. Blinking into the inky surroundings, he's spotted the silhouette of Oliver near the open door. He's learned to leave it open, lest he be woken by Oliver's late night entrances with the sound of it slamming shut.
Marcus smiles, and understands that even if it can't be seen, Oliver knows.
"Hey," he greets quietly, sleepily. These late nights are going to get to him, he knows. They've already caused him to need naps during the day, but he doesn't tell Oliver. He loves that his friend visits him, no matter the time. Oliver whispers a response that he doesn't catch, but he doesn't mention it, and simple chuckles.
The form crawls under his blanket, and presses against him, stealing the w
A tell of epic braveryThis afternoon, while sitting in my bed,A tell of epic bravery4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw my cat's a ponder, with something on a thread.
"What ho is this?" I thought indeed,
and got up off my ass, and ran to their need.
Over to the problem, I flew like a flash!
Only to have my cats knock something over, 'Crash!'
A chill of terror ran through my bones,
seeing it skitter across my floor, oh noes!
The rubber band ball near my hand, I grabbed with a flash!
and smash it I did, to that spider's eight legged ass.
"Ha!" Said I, "you'll scurry no more,
You nasty, dirty, and most spidery whore."
Alas, when I rose the weapon to see the corpse,
Oh hell, it was still alive of course!
Once again, I gave a mighty yell,
and sent that little (rather large) arachnid to hell!
It's crumpled up body, a trophy on my floor,
never to bother my cats or me more.
Harry and the HostagePairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry PotterHarry and the Hostage4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: PG for mild suggestiveness and language
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this
Harry pursued the dark wizard known as Greasy Pete down Diagon Alley and into Gringotts, not able to use any spells to bring him down because of the throngs of back-to-school shoppers. A stunning spell strong enough to knock down a full-grown man could seriously harm a child if it went astray. Once inside the bank, the fugitive leapt over a counter. A startled elderly witch had her wand out, and when she saw Harry come running in her direction, she hit him with a Confundus. By the time his mind cleared, Harry's wand was gone, and he'd been bound by an Incarcerous. The fugitive had his wand pressed to Harry's neck. "Come any closer, and the famous Harry Potter is dead!" the man shouted, stopping two other Aurors in their tracks.
Greasy Pete dragged Harry backwards. It was quite awkward,