Chibi chap. 4Draco lay curled up on his side on a starch white hospital bed, unmoving. His eyes were unfocused and shimmering with unshed tears. He didn't flinch or even look up when the door swung open silently and Harry walked in, followed by a healer.Chibi chap. 4 in Romance More Like This
The slightly younger man hurried over to his nearly catatonic husband and sat on the edge of the bed. Gray eyes flicked up to his face for a moment before going back to stare at a spot on the blindingly white wall.
The other two stayed quiet, waiting to see if Draco would speak. When he finally did, it wasn't what either of them was expecting.
"Where are James and Scorpius?" He whispered, still staring straight ahead.
Taking his hand, Harry softly explained, "I went home while you were in surgery and took them to Ron and Hermione's." He thought for a moment then added, "I know it's only five in the morning but I can go get them if you want."
"No, they've already been woken up once. Let them sleep." Draco replied. He then spotted the unfamiliar pers
A Darker Hide and Seek.Heart pounding, blood rushing...A Darker Hide and Seek. in Free Verse More Like This
ValueMake me scream, make me cry.Value in Free Verse More Like This
Things I feel all the time.
Living in this fucked up earth,
You never know your true worth.
Priced too high, priced too low,
What's my value?
I need to know.
Putting numbers on people's lives,
On things that don't matter in my eyes.
How thin's your waist? How much do you make?
There's only so much a person can take.
Swirling and twirling, around and around
Caring about numbers, makes you look like a clown.
I'm getting too tired to put up a fight.
I guess my costů just isn't right.
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciatedThe Poet in Free Verse More Like This
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
My Winter Bride Hush, my loveMy Winter Bride in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not a word
Not a sound
Let me kiss your breath away
as I lay you to sleep in the frost covered ground.
I shall dress you in a wedding gown
of lilies so pure and white
Pleading my vows of love eternal
to you, my Winter bride.
Our wedding bed is covered
in a blanket of virgin snow
Stained only by the secrets
I have forced upon it now.
Sleep gently, my love
Not a whisper
Not a breath
Let me lie by your side
while I love you to death.
The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.The old man in the park in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders, my friend
And I will hear the songs in my heart to the end.
So what need have I for these senses, I ask?
If they fail me, my memories shall rise to the task.”
The old dog by his side gives a soft little whine.
Licking his hand as if to tell him it is time.
He smiles and stands, shakes my hand for goodbye.
Then wanders off with a twink
AlwaysA long, long time agoAlways in Drama More Like This
a little boy made a promise
Promises were made to be broken
childhood innocence is overshadowed
by death and destruction and longing for power
But that little boy kept his promise
even when she wasn’t around anymore
to hold up her end of the bargain
She hated him, he knew
those carefree summer days were long gone
but he made a promise
War casts its dark shadow
over all that is good and happy
and death wreaks its wretched toll
a burnt mansion, dead bodies and a lightning scar
are all that are left of a happy family
she’s gone forever, now
but he made a promise
A thankless job shapes his life
and a little boy with her eyes
makes his a world of misery
It would be easier to forget her, now
to let her go, to stop hurting
but he made a promise
A wise old man locks eyes with him across a desk
blue eyes shining with tears meet pain filled black eyes
“After all this time?”
OutshoneYou don't need a boyOutshone in Romance More Like This
Don't need one
Don't want one
Perfectly happy on your own
Because the only boy
You would want
well, he already has a girl
And she shines
like a thousand suns
all redredred curls
and baby blue eyes
he'll never notice anyone else
You try, though
just like the stars you love
for the boy
looking the other way
He's already got a happy ending
they're perfect together
(who are you to disrupt that?)
nobody, that's who
So, keep on, star girl
you can shine
and dance your heart out
for that boy of dreams
but when the sun's out
who notices the stars?
sweet nothings.how can i ignite my soulsweet nothings. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if my insides are too cold
to hold up on their own?
i'm hooked up to machines
and they whisper to me
sweet little nothings.
they tell me, 'love today
like you'll love tomorrow
if tomorrow you die.'
i don't like it when they
whisper, but it's better
than when they blare.
then the doctors come
and that's usually when
i close my eyes tight.
once someone told me
that i should be happy
to be alive and to smile.
i told them that i haven't
left this bed in 5 months
and i can't smile anymore.
but they didn't know i
lied because i smile when
he comes to visit.
he whispers his own
sweet nothings and i
don't feel so frail.
he tells me that one
day we'll run through
forests made of sunshine.
we'll climb the highest
mountains and only come
down when they beg.
we'll go swimming
and play with the
waves and dolphins.
every time he leaves
i never have the heart
to tell him my countdown.
starting yesterday i
have 2 days left
and all i can think
about is doing all
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
TriggerI will be the victim and the cruel words on your lipsTrigger in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the sin resting among your fingertips
I will be the innocence you lost so long ago
I will be the many things you never dared to know
I will be the throbbing heart and I will be your tears
I will be the basis of your undiscovered fears
I will be the aching mind, the troublesome disease
I will be the deadly heartbeat, you these things will please
I will be emotionless to make you seem so pure
I will find a beating heart, and then I'll find the cure
I will be the heartlessness that helps you to survive
I will pull the trigger just to make you seem alive...
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
Little Red HousesLittle red house on the corner left to fadeLittle Red Houses in Free Verse More Like This
Tire swing swaying above a sparkling blade
Silver gown, just for the hour
Starts out sweet then you taste the sour
A little girl's heart doesn't last for long
When a little girl gone right goes horribly wrong
One little fall means blood on the breeze
Little red house with a ghost to please.
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sad in Free Verse More Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…