The Creative Mind of me

Breaking the habit: L O S T Dreams

2007-05-24T23:07:37+02:00

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.

It is a Harry Potter RPG, no timewasters please

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Hell beckons me away

2007-05-24T08:39:33+02:00

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

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Hello

2007-05-23T09:45:20+02:00

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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