Draco laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. His feet dangling over the edge of bed which was dressed in black sheets. The only thing on his mind was what had just accrued.
"Draco?" Potter had spotted him walking around the halls after curfew.
"Potter why are you out at this time of night?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you the same, and if you must know I was taking a walk to help me sleep and you were doing what may I ask?"
Draco really wasn't sure why he was out of bed. He just thought that it was right to be out here. Suddenly they heard footsteps climbing the stairs. "Shit!" Draco mumbled. Quickly he grabbed Potter's hand and pulled him
Excuse me, do you have a moment? by noxiousmyth, literature
Literature
Excuse me, do you have a moment?
Dear you,
Yes you. The one who calls me disgusting. Unnatural. Immoral. Fag.
You. The one who hides behind that sad excuse of religion, hiding behind a wall of words never told.
You. The one calling it phobia, as if you're actually scared.
You. The one who thinks I'm experimenting, I'm trying out, that I'm just playing.
You. The one who pushes me into lockers and down to the ground.
You. The one who calls my parents to remind them of their mistake, as if it's their fault.
You. The one who used to claim to be my best friend, and can't even look at me anymore.
You. The one who knows I'm going to hell, and that I deserve no better.
You. The o
Rise so high, yet so far to fall
A plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high
More borrowed money, more borrowed time
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race
Means to an end ended in disgrace
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase
Barren lands that once filled a need
Are worthless now, dead without a deed
Slipping away from an iron grip
Nature's scales are forced to tip
The heartland cries, loss of all pride
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried
Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide
Now with new hope some will be proud
This is no hoax, no one pushed out
Receive a reprieve a
When you wake up, what do you think? Do you wake up happy because youre gonna see someone, the person you love, do you wake up being excited and alive, in preparation for the day, ready to do what you will and need.
When you wake up too early, do you see you have another 20minutes in bed before school or work, or getting up to do your deeds for the day, and go back to sleep happy that you can sleep a little longer.
When you go to sleep, do you go with a smile on your face, knowing tomorrow will be better and you'll see him/ her again. Do you think about the good times you'll have talking to people the next day, the fun you could have, or th
WHAT ARE WE?
It's funny how we fool ourselves,
Having allusions about what's not there,
How we override our mind's,
With our feelings and emotion's,
Our hatred,
Our jealousy,
Our sin's,
But, do we really exist?
Or are we pawns in a forever playing game,
Or a ruste
WHY?
Why did you leave?
Why did you abandon me?
Was i not good enough,
Was I annoying to you?
Or was I to overprotective,
If so then i'm sorry that it's in my nature,
I'm sorry i'm not perfect,
I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations,
But I thought i made you happy,
BULLIES
They aren't worth our time,
But we can't help but cry,
They make us feel worthless,
And so they feel proud,
We try to cover it by our facades.
but sometimes we need to cry,
Because of them we live in fear,
It's no wonder why were always so scared,
They take everything we have,
The water flowed in ringlets against the shimmering surfaces, the sun coursing through the water in a light, small pool. Around the edge, the dirt began to seep into my old boots, moist, untouched mud. I had been so mesmerized by the water, so awed by the lake, the trees, the beauty, I hadn't been careful enough. Above me, birds began to sing melodically, slow, soothingly. Water edged nearer to my foot, a soft warning not to disturb this place any further. Slower than the bird's songs, I removed my foot. In its place lay a footprint and within seconds the water washed it away.
The branches of the tall oak tree swayed with the soft wind that