Life: A Reverse PoemLife is about abandoning hopes and dreams
it is a mistake to believe that
the most childish wishes will come true one day
Ambition can get you anywhere you want to go
that is a lie
“You have to throw away impossible goals, and accept reality”
Those toughened by the world will tell you
Be everything you want to be
Seek fame, fortune, and love
Thoughts like these will only limit you
You cannot save a life
You cannot change the world
You cannot be special
You cannot be who you want to be
Happiness will come
Life will take everything away
No matter how much you think otherwise
PurePure, white snow covers the land
There, two people stand,
one standing, the other kneeling
One is bathed in white
Sharp eyes the color of the sky
long, golden locks
The other is bathed in black
Fear evident in her eyes
as dark as her hair
The one in white laughs
as she looks at the other
She loves what she sees:
prey ready to be caught
The one in black cries in despair
as the other approaches
She is frightened
She knows what her fate will be
White and Black
The place they stand in is no longer white
The one in black is spread-eagled on the ground
while on the one in white laughs once more
They are both bathed in a new color
SouvenirsWhen her mom went to check the mail at breakfast, she returned with a thin box in her arms.
It was a package from her father.
Her dad was sort of like a traveler... at least, that was what she assumed he was. His job always had him jumping from city to city, country to country. He'd been to almost everywhere around the world, and every few weeks, he would send her a letter with a little souvenir from his stay. This time, it was a miniature Eiffel Tower.
So he's in France again, she mused, studying the two-foot tall replica. A small chuckle escaped her lips. It was about time he remembered to get it for her! He really should've thought of buying it six visits ago. She opened the small envelope attached to package and read the letter inside with a fond smile. When she finished reading, she stood up and excused herself from the table. Her mom answered with a sad smile as she nodded.
She raced up the stairs and headed for the Gift Room. It was a special place in the house just for h
Worth all the LaughterRemus told them it wasn’t a good idea, but did they listen?
Not only did they start a food fight, but dear Prongs decided to begin the war with a small but devastating Reducto to an ickle firstie’s cottage pie. The poor thing looked like he would burst into tears until Padfoot hurled another dessert through the air. A quarter hour of anarchy ensued before McGonagall stormed toward his rowdy mates – weaving through flying delicacies as if shielded by Protego – screeching punishment after punishment for their misdeed.
An amused Dumbledore – who Remus could swear had subtly joined the food fight – saved his rambunctious housemates from latrine duty by inputting that Hall clean-up would enough of a burden on the two troublemakers. The scowling Transfiguration teacher conceded and sent the all the dirty, sticky, frustrated and happy students out of the hall with a sharp look. He strolled out the grand doors, waving “I told you so