Snape's Love"What did they do to you?" her sweet, sweet voice, he sighed inside.Snape's Love9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nothing, why do you care?" if she would just leave him alone she would be safe.
"Because they don't have a right to say, 'you exist, you must be punished,' because that's just mean. And that Potter, he's so-so-so stupid! He's only going to pull a few N.E.W.T.'s if he's really, really lucky. That's one of the reasons they don't like you, I think, you are smarter than them," poor Lily, he thought sadly. The fates weren't going to be kind to her. The runes his mother had read for him had told of heartbreak after Hogwarts. And death, but he didn't want to dwell on that.
"Come on, Madame Groves won't be pleased if we go to the hospital wing, we can go to that room I told you about last year."
"You still know where it is?"'
"Of course! And Potter and his gang don't know where it is, thank heavens. How is it that they always know where to find you?" Spasmodic Lily, Severus thought sadly. He couldn't tell her it was because
miles of miseryIntolerable cruelty of a psycho designmiles of misery6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how can these ideas possibly be mine
raining on your parade
tired of the same-old-fucking-charade
lock the stock and fill the barrel
close your eyes it must be terrible
sing with me and you will see
what a wonderful time it will be
watch the smile burn on my face
like a cold case
a mystery to all
whose only joy is to watch it fall
don't answer my call
it's a tall order to fill
I can and I will
burn the world
put it out with booze
and make you choose
like me you'll lose everything
you never had
so fucking sad
but like a fad
you'll cause mass hysteria
wondering why nobody'll share with ya
delirious dilemaOnce loose objectives tighten my perspectives set in motion with black magic potion. It sounds imperative but really it's quite narrative. - LIVE LET GO- The notion of heritage can stick like a tick. It's benign the thought. This is how you live. This is how you talk. This is how you walk. You'll do as your taught. Well I think not. Your beliefs are wrought with ignorant thoughts. Your mission is scandalous. Your morals were bought. The idea fractures this pattern of answers. Brought about by this mornings rapture. Just let me be. Just go you'll see. Just how I need my ways and beliefs. The way a bee needs a seed to grow into a tree. Gets its power from the showers that feed the flowers. In reality's mist the kiss of bliss only comes with time, with patience, with rhyme. An agonizdelirious dilema6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Severus Snape and the Fall...Severus Snape stood in line for the concert he had been waiting for for the past 3 months. He would never admit to anyone at the school that he would ever be here, it would just be too embarassing if his fellow professors knew that he still hadn't outgrown his love for Muggle hard rock as he grew up. He certainly hoped that none of his students would ever find out. How would it look if the head of Slytherin house was found standing in line with mere Muggles waiting to get into the arena to see a group of four musicians? He had his arms crossed so no one would see the hideous mark on his arm that he had gotten when he was young and foolish. Of course, he was dressed like everyone else, black jeans and a black t-shirt, his lank black hair falling about his face and reaching his chest. He looked like everyone else except for the slim ebony shaft in the hidden pocket of his jeans.Severus Snape and the Fall...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After what seemed like an eternity, the line started moving and they were finally allowed to go inside to find
Lady LuckIncredibly selfish this portrait of affection contributing to my idea of self reflection. Holy shit I can't write shit so live with it the crazy clock said, would you rather be dead or mahbe lose your head. Oh shit, your head, it said your dead but mahBE JUST MAHBE your meditating. Yea just chilling, contemplating again, filling instead the space with said rhymes and lines to the beat of chimes, blowing in the wind I find the lines, I write about my time spent churning, earning my dimes, discerning where this space comes from between the lines cause this time I won't be mislead. This time I don't know whats been said. I just know in bed I toss and turn. I burn with dread from nothing dressed in red. An invisible force expecting me to dread its return night after night, but I can't, in spite of my characteristic human dance, I can't give in to my nightmares trance. Mired in muck conspiring to fuck I was born with no goddamn luck. Fortunately my soul is torn in two so lady luck smiled onLady Luck6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
HeartbreakHe deceived me, just like everyone else, asking meHeartbreak10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ever so patiently to open up to him and share
All my haunting thoughts, those that keep me awake.
Racking sobs erupting from my trembling lips,
Tossing and turning all night, so I do as he asks,
Bearing my soul to him, letting him see my feelings,
Revealing parts of me no one else knew,
Extracting painful memories and entrusting secrets
All the while, he leads me on. I really should have
Known, should have known he would betray me.
Why Edward sucks as a vampireWhy Edward sucks as a vampire6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Poor Bram Stoker is probably rolling in his grave right now. With the creation of Twilight and its notorious gang of vegetarian sparkling vampires, he must so proud. Truly.
If you havent caught on to the sarcasm, let me point something out to you
EDWARD CULLEN IS A DISGRACE TO VAMPIRES.
Hes like some new age, hippie, emo wanna-be, vampire. Who is abusive to the girl he loves to boot.
See now the thing is I really REALLY REALLY wanted to like Edward. I mean I really did. He was a vampire. I love vampires. But really there was so much wrong with him (and by wrong I mean NOT wrong) that it was virtually impossible for me to do so.
1. He sparkled.
Im sorry but I really cant get over this. Even the first time I read the book (which I actually enjoyed) I was shock that any creature that needed blood to survive would sparkle. And why did he sparkle anyways? Was there any point to it? Did it serve some sort of predatory purpose that I was u
Beasts of BurdenI rack my brain for thoughts insaneBeasts of Burden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tame the beasts that scream my name
gasping for air I feel their stare
down my soul, my inner hole
drooling on my bones
like acid on stone they eat me away
till there's nothing to say except go away
till I know my attackers reason
why they call me a heathen
what crime was I sentenced
for surely my penitence
will pay for relief
I'm down on my knees
just please leave
please just leave
VengeanceAnd then it happened. He didn't remember much about it, to begin with. The whole incident was just a swirling, white-hot patch of pain that he couldn't bring himself to investigate further, in case, by some hellish miracle, it started to hurt even more.Vengeance8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But it wasn't in the nature of a Slytherin to hide away from the facts for long.
The taste of soap lingered in his mouth for the rest of the summer, and he wondered when he was rational enough to wonder whether this was purely psychological, or whether Potter put something in his jinxes to ensure their longevity. It would be just like the bastard.
He spent the holidays wandering around the streets and broken-down factories that bordered Spinner's End. He was angry with everyone except Lily and it was hard to rationalize why he wasn't angry with Lily, but rationality, at that moment, was not his strongest desire. Vengeance was his strongest desire.
But he was trapped in a muggle hovel with paper-thin walls and
Mystery GirlMystery girlMystery Girl7 years ago in Other More Like This
From down the hall, around the corner
Always noticing, always away
I see beautiful brown hair
Cut short, just so
Falling around a petite face
Glasses hide her mystery eyes
Tell me about yourself
Tell me your cares
And about your fears
Tell me dull facts
I'll interpret a novel
nonsense from the devils lairMysterious memoirs of ancient daysnonsense from the devils lair6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
reciprocating thoughts of ancient ways
reflecting my congestion in yesterday
It's time to play so get out the way
drinks are calling
my mind is drawing
its own bombing
tie my shoes
forget the ruse
plumb the noose
pop the booze
everything happens for a reason
even when its magical treason
lasting through the endless eons
life is void without the peons
what about the flowers
well what about the towers
I seen her and I wanted her
soft and warm like pigeon fur
my mind is bombing
the floor is calling
please make sense
of my incomplete sprawlings
The Prince at King's Cross The Prince at King's Cross </b>The Prince at King's Cross8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snape opened his eyes, and found himself in a bright, white room. He had no idea where he was and found, to his surprise and embarrassment, that he was naked. He looked around, and saw a white table a few feet away. While he got to his feet and approached the table, he tried to remember what had happened.
"That's right." he thought with anguish, "Voldemort killed me." Snape pulled the clothing on, which fit perfectly, and immediatly felt warmer and content. Remembering his last moments, he thought about what he had given Harry.
Past Our Dancing DaysA kitchen. MAN and WOMAN stand centre stage, in front of a counter with drawers. They are arguing as lights fade on.Past Our Dancing Days6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
WOMAN. Look. Its called a double suicide pact for a reason. I kill myself, and then you kill yourself.
MAN. Why are we doing this again? Do I have to kill myself?
MAN. I dont like the smell of blood.
WOMAN. So what?
MAN. I dont like iron either. Probably because iron smells like blood.
WOMAN. Shut up.
MAN. Dont tell me to shut up.
WOMAN. When you shut up, Ill stop telling you to shut up.
MAN. You shut up.
WOMAN. Youre stalling.
MAN. Am not.
WOMAN. Are too.
MAN. Am not!
WOMAN. Then do it.
MAN. You were going first.
WOMAN. It doesnt matter who goes first. Well both be dead.
MAN. Im hungry.
WOMAN. We just ate.
upside downtaking time to spin a rhymeupside down6 years ago in Other More Like This
is something like dissolving lines
of spinning diamonds glittering
picking out with satisfaction
seeing the color transaction
plug it in and polish the spin
watch the words form within
but then wait, what, fuck
everything is stuck
gears are grindin
words are bindin
the pen is tryin
but nothin's writin
holy shit, fuckin prick
I was onto somethin
found a niche
went for a ride
ended in the ditch
The End?When dreams turn into nightmaresThe End?7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You wonder if life will ever smile at you again
Part of you hopes it does, the other knows
You try to fix things, only to mess them up even more
You wish things were a little different
And you realize thats not how life goes
Whats the point of fighting against your
Eventually, you stop...
Coping With OCD I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is my belief that obsessive-compulsive disorder is misunderstood by the masses. People have a tendency to use it to describe their organizational habits or their fandom obsessions, but it is a genuine affliction, and while it is based on trivial thoughts, the effects of it are far from trivial - they are destructive and powerful. I was officially diagnosed with OCD a few months ago, but I have suspected it nearly my entire life.Coping With OCD7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
OCD is an anxiety disorder. It is based on obsessive thoughts that cause great anxiety, and in order to relieve those thoughts the sufferer performs compulsions, or in other words: rituals. Each sufferer goes through different rituals, but we all have one thing in common: anxiety. Each individual has their own preferences and their own ideas of how things should be in order to relieve anxiety. Most of us realize that these thoughts and anxieties ar
sunshine"what are you thinking?" that standard questionsunshine7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
whispered between lovebirds when no ones around
you is a standard answer, lets turn things around
i'm thinking of the moon and how to prove the world wrong,
its your smile it gets it light from, and your voice, pure song,
i'm thinking of the little things i'd miss most if you died
that sparkle in your eye, that thing in your smile
that makes me weak nad yet so strong to know that i would die
before i let them do you wrong, together you and i
i'm thinking of war, thinking of love, thinking too of peace
how peaceful it would be holding my love in my arms,
the war of my mind would cease
i'm not thinking thoughts at all, my dear tis sad a tale,
the thought of you left me mesmerized, speechless, oh so well
you have the power of sirens to my music minded heart
you have the pull of gravity from the earths core to start
i love you is not nearly good enough to express my feelings for you
i wish that you would read my thoughts, and see my love is t
tokenThe rain was grace.token7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demure breezes carried the laughter into the trees
rustling what's green there and
absorbing heavily through the grass
with water in my shoes and shuffling gravel under yours
slopes turned steep
to steps and mud and sand
filling thick minutes
drops gentle from shoulder and knees
we sat closer
we sat closer
And when the river warmly invited our fresh legs
we swam from stone to stone
and danced on water.
Hunter's magicThere is old magic in the way we hunt.Hunter's magic6 years ago in Horror More Like This
We whisper wordlessly to our prey, our minds and hearts forming the chant, our mouths going through the motions but never making a sound.
The world around us ceases to be, and all we see and hear is the prey, all we are is the weave of the hunt.
We have always hunted like this, and we have never hunted in packs.
Our young hunt in twos, sometimes, while their senses are still dulled by youth, and while the magic is still silent in their heart. More often than not, though, even our young hunt alone, and come back hungry and tired, and disappointed.
We have all been there, felt that frustration and unrest in our hearts, and the hunger we could not satiate, no matter how much or what we ate.
The older ones would never tell us why that was so, or how to cure it. We would go mad, smelling the food which brought no fill, we could no longer stand being around our kin, and in the night, thinking we were unnoticed, we would sneak off, alone.
Out, out, our b
"Twist of Fate" - chapter 1Chapter 1"Twist of Fate" - chapter 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun had already set on the planet of Imeria. Stars were slowly appearing one after another and giving the sky the almost magical clear appearance which was typical for this time of year. No cloud was to be seen anywhere and the light of the moon-shaped spaceport of Crescentia shone softly on the Interstellar Academy. Behind the windows you could see the students dancing, could hear their happy chatter and their cheerful laughter. The huge hall had been decorated with silken banners and exotic kinds of flowers. A huge golden sphere was hanging down from the ceiling, its countless facets glittering like thousands of diamonds and projecting what seemed like an enormous star-field onto the dancefloor. Everybody was spruced up and wearing very solemn clothes. The men their academy uniform, which consisted of navy blue jackets and pants, rimmed with golden hems, a black shirt and dark boots, while the women each wore another beautiful dress that seemed to have been boug
inportance of friendship"You know that i love you" is something i've heardinportance of friendship7 years ago in Open More Like This
And it fills my heart with dread
its always followed by that horrible sentence
i think we should just be friends
a friend you can joke with, laugh with
play with, but thats the limit to an end
you can eat with, cant kiss with, cant squeeze
with or sleep with friends
(not like that) so thats the annoying fact
i'm your brother, not lover, and it sems thats that
i can shower you with love and try to be cool
but i'll probably be a stalker and labled a fool
so thanks for putting my love life to an end
just by deciding we should "just be friends"
is it over yet?the bell rings and the fighters come outis it over yet?7 years ago in Open More Like This
punching and fighting and dancing about
and i don't know if i can't do without
this midless violence of life
we strive for perfection to be punched in the face
picked up, set down in a different place
set apart, destined by race
to a future that won't exist
see, i live for the moment with the past in my future
the world tells it repeats, each day brings me closer
to living the choices that my parents have, no sir
i refuse to be that man
but i am who he was and he is who i'll be
because according the world, i'm him he's me
i have his life, i have his blood, i saw what he fails to see
but for the life of it i can't get them to agree
they see what he is when they look in my eyes
they judge my behavior on some other guy
he's not my father, he's a sperm doner at most
and i refuse to let life be lived as ghost
so i'll live how i want and do what i may
it doesn't matter to me who you do or what you say,
i will be Lawrence, or LeRoy or Larry or moe,
Damn that sunDamn that sun10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the