With Every StepI dream of laughing with you,With Every Step9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the sun.
I walk a mile with a smile,
But then the rain comes.
I dream of peaceful nights,
Under the stars.
I make a plan to hold your hand,
But then I push you too far.
I need you now,
More than you know I do;
But I can't catch my breath while my head is spinning.
I keep climbing, scraping, scratching and crawling,
And with every step I feel like I'm falling.
I dream of breathing,
Under your smile.
I begin to make you grin,
But then I cry for a while.
I dream of sleeping,
Under your skin.
I keep praying to my brain,
But it won't let me let you in.
I need you now,
More than I say I do;
But I'm so out of breath cause my brain is churning.
I keep slipping, choking, screaming and wailing,
And with every step I feel like I'm failing
Draco's Escort ServiceDracos Escort ServiceDraco's Escort Service7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry was livid.
No! Absolutely not! he yelled. There has to be someone else!
Hes the best, Lupin insisted. And he checks out.
Draco Malfoy checks out? Harry thundered. By whose standards? The bastard has done more to make my life a living hell than anyone other than Voldemort!
He was a child, Harry. He regrets his actions and has redeemed himself time and again. For Gods sake, Harry, he lost everything to Voldemort!
SO DID I! Harry bellowed. At least Malfoy got to grow up with parents! He had a fucking decent childhood!
Dont you think that would make his loss even harder to bear? Lupin yelled back.
I DONT CARE!
Lupin threw up his hands. Harry glared.
Ill go alone, Harry decided adamantly.
You cant. Lupins words were like a slap in the fa
You and Your Beautiful SoulYou and Your Beautiful Soul7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The morning came bright and cool. Birds chirped in the branches of the Dark Forest and owls hooted wearily as they trekked in from their nocturnal hunts. A fairy or two darted in the lavender patch and the squid in the lake waved a lazy tentacle as it dove under for a nap. Yes, the animals were either turning in or just waking up, welcoming a sunny new day.
All animals, that is, except Ron Weasley. He was still in bed, snoring loudly, contently curled up beneath his thick duvet.
Harry watched him fondly as he settled the strap of his bag across his chest. Walking over, he shook the boy's shoulder, skillfully dodging the sleepy arm that flew out to attack him and smiled as Ron rolled onto his stomach. This was why no one else wanted to rouse the Weasley. His awkward growth spurt had granted him long limbs and sleek, strong muscle in which to control them. But Harry was used to it by now and could deftly avoid any attack the redhead might obliviously dish out.
A smirk forming on his lips
ExcusesExcuses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
The Problem With GryffindorsThe Problem With Gryffindors7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The problem with Gryffindors is that they're bloody buggers. Wankers. Bleeding gits. Fecking prats.
I'm not bitter. No. Not the least bit. Malfoys are NEVER bitter. It would imply they were once envious of something they could not get, which is not the case. Malfoys ALWAYS get what they want. So it stands to reason that I WANTED to be handed over to the Order by a fugitive Snape and refused my inheritance. I obviously wanted my father to become so enraged, so fathomlessly furious at me that he vowed to stop at nothing to see me writhing beneath his Cruciatus and then slowly disemboweled by the Dark Lord. I also so OBVIOUSLY wanted my mother to go barking mad with worry and regret that she'd more or less fallen off the media radar; who knew what had become of her now?
But I will say this; Despite my dashing good sport throughout it all, I've been labeled as "bitter." And I can't exactly dissuade these poufters when they have him leading the helm. Oh yes. You know who I'm talking
I Dream of AwakeningI dream in deep violetI Dream of Awakening4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You laugh and say, "of course you do"
I shake my head and whisper
Soft sweet words to you
I dream of bloody battles,
And you hold me while I shake
You caress every battle-scar
You give more than you take
I dream of deep-green forests
The closeness of the air around me
You kiss and I breath in
The similarities are astounding
I dream in red, black, and gold
And masquerades play in my head
Your eyes dance in the light
Through the ballroom I am lead
I dream of awakening,
And so I do cold and alone
Your memories surround me
Like your arms
they are my home
NeedNeedNeed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry pushed with every ounce of his strength until his arms shook with strain and he was certain the rock would leave permanent imprints on his palms, but it was no good. The concealed doorway had opened nine centimeters and would not move another jot without more pressure than Harry Potter could exert alone.
He stopped trying with a curse of frustration and stepped back to glare at the stubborn portal.
Malfoy! As much as I hate to admit it, I need you.
Fuck off, Potter.
Harry turned his irate stare on the pale figure slouched against the far wall. Draco Malfoy sat on the hard stone floor, for once seeming oblivious to the fact that his black trousers were marred with grey streaks of dust. Malfoys back rested against the stone wall and his silver-blonde head was tipped back slightly to regard Harry with that same imperious, disdainful expression he normally wore.
I found a way out, but I cant open it without your help, Harry
starboy.Lambent irisesstarboy.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
C|o|n|n|e|c|t the c o n s t e l l a t i o n s
Please be my starboy♥
TagRadiant sunlightTag3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
trailing behind clouds of gray
chasing them away
Winners Never CheatWinners Never Cheat (Unless Theyre Slytherin)Winners Never Cheat7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its gone, Malfoy said flatly.
How can it be gone? Harry snapped. Weve barely been out of here ten minutes.
Granger. She must have followed us.
Harry scowled. It was more than possible. If Hermione had beaten them again, Malfoy would be a total bugger to be around for the next three weeks. As if emphasizing Harrys thoughts, Draco kicked the table and then hexed it into a pile of kindling in a fit of Slytherin rage.
Harry sighed, wishing Draco did not look so damned fetching when he was angry. The silver eyes sparkled with rage and his muscular chest heaved angrily. Dracos aristocratic fingers were clenched into fists and the long line of his body was tight with tension.
Harry swallowed hard and looked away with a muttered oath. His feelings for Malfoy were getting out of
Lovesongs are not for usWhat would you say if I told youLovesongs are not for us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the things that I have buried
in the deepest corner of my heart
My lips urge to tell
how I miss you
And as the sunlight fades
words hidden where no one
And God knows it hurts
it hurts like I am dying
like I would be losing you
a second time
and I barely can see your face in the dark
there is no echo of your voice
in my bleeding ears
What would you do if I just once more
came to that place they call your home
If I kissed you in the doorway
and brought back what was long lost
My heart aches
secretly wishing for another chance
to whisper and for once mean every word
never would I admit to you
how wrong everyone else feels
and that you are the one on my mind
whenever a lovesong comes on the radio
if I could I would go on
forget all about what we used to be
and not even once look back
(but my love you know,
I only listen to lovesongs nowadays)
Wings of a ButterflyBe sure to have the courage in you, I told him,Wings of a Butterfly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The courage to crush the wings of a butterfly
The gentleness to kiss the lips of aggression
And emerge victorious.
Forget the beauty of a placid pond, I implored,
You must hurl the mossy stone with the fear of falling
With frictionless fingertips, you will watch it fall
And stroke the wings of a butterfly.
You will find the gossamer noose, I warned him,
Around your neck, and you will cut your fingers
On the wings of a butterfly, and it will struggle
But you must not let go.
With the wings of a butterfly, I whispered somberly
As he turned and walked away,
You will fan the flames, you will perish among the ashes
You will feel the heat of oppression
But they cannot stop the ripples
Or crush the wings of a butterfly.
No Thank Yousoul searching inNo Thank You7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a man made religion. hypocrisy is
rampart in many minds.
The Eyes of a Horse- SlaughterDo you REMEMBER that day? The day when you walked into my field for the last time? I came right up to you, EAGER for a treat and a quick pat on the neck, and was rewarded when you snapped my halter on and led me to the gate. I was CONFUSED; you had never had this look before, and I had never felt this EMOTION coming from you. What had happened?The Eyes of a Horse- Slaughter7 years ago in Horror More Like This
I remember I had tossed my head as I saw a large truck pulled up beside my home. I had looked at you, WONDERING if we were going somewhere perhaps another show? I used to jump for you all the time, but we hadnt worked out for a long time, more than one cold season. I saw you shake hands with a large man who smelled of sweat and FEAR, and began to feel the tip of WORRY. You looked me in the eye and said Be good, boy, and turned away, shaking.
I was scared, but I OBEDIENTLY followed the man into a small, crowded trailer that was thick with DREAD and urine. I TRUSTED you, and knew you would never send me anywhere that I woul
InsanityInsanityInsanity4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Insanity it claws at me ripping through my skin
Insanity it crawls in me a monster in my head
Expected myself to have killed, silenced, gotten rid of it
All it did was sleep waiting for my guard to slip
Now awakening it tortures me coming back again
The wounds it carves getting deeper every time
Becoming more severe with every second
And I can't make it stop
How can I make it stop
Cut off its claws pull out its teeth
Stab out those piercing eyes
That is what I thought I did but this won't ever end
I wish it had a heartbeat so I could still it with my own two hands
But its only heartbeat is my own
A KissA KissA Kiss7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Draco walked up to the Gryffindor table with confidence. He went directly to Potter and tapped him on the shoulder. By now, everybody was quiet and anticipating what was to come. The teachers were ready to break the two up should they start to fight.
"Hello, Potter." The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow.
"Hello, Malfoy. Did you want something?" Potter responded almost politely. The tension in the air hightened.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I was wondering if you were interested in a bet."
"And what exactly did you want to bet on?"
"If I get a higher grade then Granger in the upcoming Transfiguration test, then you have to give me a kiss in front of everybody in the middle of this hall." The student body as a whole gasped in surprise. Potter's eyes narrowed, his cheeks flaming. Draco couldn't tell if it was from embarrasment or anger.
"And if she gets a higher grade than you?"
"Then you can do whatever you want to me." Potter gaped at him.
"Give me a second." The raven-haired boy le
AtmosphereShow me the world through your eyes,Atmosphere4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I'll try to hide in plain sight
Blending and bending with your peers
Your smile and laugh astounds me
Your legs and arms surround me
I'm yours completely when I'm here
We just let go and fall through
The atmosphere catches you,
But I'm still falling for you dear
I still wish you were here
All he ever wroteAll he ever wrote:All he ever wrote3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
thoughts of a cutter.1. I do it for me, not youthoughts of a cutter.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2. Sometimes, I just want to feel something, anything but numb
3. I haven't done it in over a year, but I still have those urges, that desire to just give in to the temptation
4. I will not promise you I won't do it, because I know I'll wind up hurting you and being nothing but a failure in the long run
5. Don't try and understand, because I just know you won't be able to comprehend the why, after your sudden shock of finding out
6. Call me anything you want, but DON'T call me emo, or an attention whore
7. The feeling of that blade digging into my arm makes my skin tingle with chills full of pleasure
8. I sometimes don't know why I do it, but all I know is that it feels amazing to harm myself
9. You might not understand, but I wanted to do it, nobody encouraged me or suggested it
10. Hearing you say that you think I'm stupid for doing such a thing, makes me want to laugh in your face. Try and put yourself in my shoes and then tell
DistanceSomewhere not to far from hereDistance4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Two arms lay empty
Across a seemingly endless strip of asphalt
There sleeping waiting for me
Through ever moving shadows
From spotlights on pavement
Across a state-line and a rest-stop
I travel to where love is
When my gas hand reads empty,
And we haven't a penny to our names
I look into those deep brown eyes;
I smile through the rain
Sing With Me - Billsack OneshotSing With Me - BillsackSing With Me - Billsack Oneshot1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wandering over to Andy, the slightly smaller man smiled, wrapping his slender arms around the singer's waist and resting his head on his chest, looking up at him with large eyes.
"Andy?.." Bill murmured, smiling. The taller of the two returned the smile and stroked Bill's thick black hair gently away from his eyes.
"Yes, love?" He replied softly, his slightly parted lips revealing his pearly white teeth, which made Bill's heart flutter.
"Will you sing with me?" His soft voice held a heavy German accent that Andy adored. The younger of the two nodded and smiled again.
"Of course I will. But it depends what you would like to sing."
"I'm rather fond of The Mortician's Daughter.."
"Aww but Bill.. I think we should sing Monsoon." He said with a grin.
Burying his face in Andy's chest, Bill smiled and nodded. Andy cradled Bill in his arms and smiled as he began to sing, his voice low and soft.
I'm staring at a broken door,
There's nothing left here anymore,
Friend.Friend.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I frolicked in the forest when I met a deer who adorned me with a beautiful rack of antlers. We gamboled through the endless trees, nibbling mushrooms and eating fallen pinecones laden with magic.
I bestowed him a warm marbled coat and sleek auburn horns and we danced together in triumph and gratitude.
In the circle of magical mushrooms where curious water flows endlessly, I became a dove while he, a raven. We circled each other, white and black feathers fluttering as the other deer lay in the shafts of sunlight, watching us with sleepy, soulful eyes.
We hailed each other in the graveyard ruins, playing kings and loyal subjects. He taught me to jump atop a broken pillar and made me a king, as a deer with feathered antlers watched us curiously.
I fell off the pillar again, my dark hooves unaccustomed to the uneven unnaturalness of the marbled stone. Then I watched as he leapt gracefully onto the pillar once more, folding his legs and settling down comfortably.
He lowered his head agains
Dark Chocolate - Draco HarryA deafening roar greeted Harry as he stepped into the Gryffindor commonroom, the sound was shattering, and it rang through his ears like an old church bell. He began to wade his way through the hordes of people towards his favourite squishy armchair by the fire. He was tired, and the warm and oh-so-lovely comfort of the blazing flames were waiting for him. A dozen slaps on the back and plenty of admiring compliments later, Harry collapsed into his seat next to Hermione. She was sitting with her legs curled beneath her, lounging happily whilst crookshanks purred contentedly from her lap. There was a rather large abundance of parchment balancing on top of crookshanks ginger head, and Hermiones hair was looking as wild and bushy as ever; falling forward so that it covered her face and tickled the parchment beneath her. Harry sighed and looked around the scarlet commonroom. The party was in full swing now. He could see Fred dancing with Angelina quite enthusiastically underneatDark Chocolate - Draco Harry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This