• Breaking the habit: L O S T Dreams

    I'm breaking the habit today. So here's a post about by new Harry Potter RPG

    Amid the rubble of Godrics Hollow lies Harry Potter. Alone and friendless, but with a contempt feeling, the feeling of victory.
    Harry Potter has once and for all vanquished the Dark Lord, but the battle which won him the victory, also cost him his life.
    The world will always remember the Harry Potter as the boy who defeated Lord Voldemort, as the boy who lived.

    Or will they?

    The Dark Lord lies alone, stripped of his body and vanquished to a realm unknown to even him. But his strength is growing, the time for his return is at hand.

    Thirty three years have passed since Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord, those that had known him, have moved on, but for once the wizarding world is at it’s height.
    But the world around them is about to shatter, as an old foe remerges into the fold and a darkness wizards once knew, is about to return, ten times as worse.

    Lost Dreams

    It is a Harry Potter RPG, no timewasters please

  • Hell beckons me away

    New day! New Poem! Enjoy!

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    The light breeze in calling, singing to me in my sleep.
    And I wake from my slumber to play in the fields of plenty.
    Singing, Dancing

    Feeling my way throght nothingness, reaching the end
    Being blocked by words, being blocked by ideas

    Drowning in the world, falling into the sky. Swallowed by the mass,
    Swallowed by the sea

  • Hello

    This is my creative Corner. This is where I will show you my poetry, my short stories and my plays.

    So to kick things off this is my poem The Ballad of a lost soul which won first prize in the Pokecommunity.com poetry competitition.

    Time waits
    on the edge
    of the Universe
    of your soul

    Waiting for you
    waiting for your
    life
    waiting to be
    ripped apart

    Torn in two.

    Time never hates
    It does its job
    for the good
    of all
    No time to
    cry

    Taking whats
    not it's but
    leaving few
    standing
    stong.

    Time is the
    muderous glare
    in an
    enemies eye

    The cry of
    pain
    as you
    scream out
    into the
    night.

    Wearing its
    dark cloaked
    body

    Suffocating day
    and creating
    night.

    Lifeless
    whispers
    call out to
    be spared

    Time takes no prisoners
    takes all it wants
    and leaves
    only to come
    and take
    the life away
    again

    enjoy and I will have a new one soon!

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