Bittersweet Proposal-WolfStar-Sirius Black/Remus LupinMore Like This
Not canon to the books. You have been warned
The snow crunched beneath his shoes as he approached the two headstones of the fallen Marauder and his wife. With each step towards his destination, Remus Lupin felt his heart ache just a bit more, the memories flooding back to him with such intensity that the tears threatened to fall before he had even started to talk to them. He so often found himself doing that, talking to the pictures of James and Lily that he kept with him, but he had never done so at their graves He had not been to them since the funeral. His father would go talk to the grave of his mother he figured he'd give it a shot with James and Lily maybe then the heartache would stop, and the guilt would fade.
Carefully, he set the flowers down by the grave, the vibrant colors of the tiger lilies shining bright against the white snow. He straightened back up, looking down at the graves, their names; the birthdays
Harley Quinn in the eyes of The JokerThe Joker yawned and cracked his neck as he sat in the study of his latest hideout.More Like This
Time for bed, he though, rising from the desk he had been hunched over for the past few hours and left the room.
He made his way into the bedroom he shared with Harley.
She was there already, lying in the bed they shared, sleeping.
The Joker removed his vivid purple and green clothing till he was just in his purple boxers
before slipping in under the sheets careful not to stur his sleeping Harliquinn.
The Joker then just stared at her. Drinking in everything about her.
Her soft blonde hair tied up in pigtails, the ends dipped in blood-red and black,
Her creamy skin that would redden at his touch,
Her thick, dark lashes that would frame those big baby blue eyes.
Those lips... a deep crimson that they rivalled the red of roses...
the red of blood.
He reached out a long pale finger and ran it across Harley's cheek and tracing down her neck.
He shivered slightly enjoying how smooth and soft her mi
all i knowkeep it inMore Like This
that's all i know
don't let it show
that's all i can do
not like i can't
because i don't know anything more
Chain Link FencesWe lash ourselves to sinking shipsMore Like This
And hope that we can still survive
And many of us do go on
But what about those left behind?
We bind ourselves to higher orders
And hope that we won't have to act
And many of us do escape
But what about the ones who don't?
The chain links that bind us together...
Who put them there?
Did we fashion these strange prisons ourselves
Or were we forced into these golden fetters?
We reach out through the darkness
Hoping that we can find the fire that burns us
And that fire keeps us safe,
Keeps us warm,
Even though it sometimes kills us
When we aren't careful,
But we're always careful, aren't we,
We say as we let the orange flickers
Shower sparks on fragile skin.
The fences that keep us apart...
Who put them there?
In order to find the light of another mind,
We have to suppress the darkness,
Suppress the twisted desires,
The eccentric beliefs, strange thoughts,
Suppress the melancholia and suffering
Which we hold so deep inside
The Biggest LieI’ve heard KnightsMore Like This
With broken shields
Promise to protect
Princesses from the world.
I’ve tried to rewrite
But I’ve run out of
Ink, and someone
Carved them into walls.
hallucinationsheat waves don't caress youMore Like This
like ocean breezes; they
like two-year old
on their bellies,
foaming flames at the mouth.
the only romantic thing
is how she seems to fly
like a mustang
across the sun-soaked
and into the kool-aid blue
she is eight again
and burned a scarlet red
and she's asking if I believe
heaven is in that bright,
while she floats on her
back in the devil's light
"darlin, heaven is where
ice tea is an arm's length
and somehow her quiet laughter
presses through the fog
of a vaporized mind
and somehow her smile relaxes
the choke of afternoons in July
and somehow we are in the
kool-aid blue sky
drinking ice tea with angels
here the sweat does not tickle,
does not sting,
but glistens on our brows