"bellatrix" poems
"Wingardium Leviosa!" that's your spell.
But it didn't work, I didn't float
I fell.
"Alohamora!" you said to my heart
and again "Accio!" to find its broken parts.
We can love each other forever and always
like Snape to Lily.
Be hysterical and weird
like Bellatrix crazy.
Let's run away and be free;
free as an elf like Dobby.
A sock makes him happy, little things count.
It's precious just like this love I found.
You know, you're not that different from Harry.
Without the scar, you're the boy who lived for me.
It's like the world vanishes when we're this close,
time feels both slow and fast,
our words echoes.
You're as keen as the Ravenclaw
seeing beauty hidden in every flaw.
Loveable like the mark of the badger,
got that trait of Slytherin clever.
I found what I was searching for.
You, my strong-heart lion of Gryffindor.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
to lie down next to you in all of the perpetuity,
moss will grow all over our skin —
as if mushrooms, feeding on
dying, young aspens
and maybe the forest will claim us for its own.
to lie down and watch light slowly go mad
at the sight of the fog that festers,
at the feel of the skin that rots:
a macabre sight to the outside world, yet —
a lively feast to a ****** of crows.
soon, sweet one, candles will die
and i'll be lying next to you —
the feel of daylights, forgotten.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
I wonder about the most peculiar things
Impossibilities and ludicrousness
Like, what if hell was good and heaven was bad?
And how the world would be so ugly
If no one was just a little bit mad.
I fall in love with peculiar people –
In books and in movies, but in real life too
Like the mad character, Bellatrix Lestrange
I find it beautiful how she is
So completely deranged.
But nobody sees me as peculiar
It makes me wonder how much we hide.
Hence, the way others think of you is not who you are
There is so much they don’t know
They’re only judging from afar.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
I want to jump off the earth and into space
As vast visions of knowledge graze my face
Laplace's demon I wish to be
But that hypothetical is not me
To witness planets and stars humans never see
Floating in space will set me free
Milky Way, Andromeda, perhaps a Magellanic cloud
Vega, Rigel, and Altair are my shroud
Antares and Arcturus burning up high
Adara and Bellatrix in my night sky
Life like Eridanus, the end is Achernar
So beautiful up close, and from afar
Horologium watching my every move
To Hydrus and Leo, my courage I must prove
Sun Ra taught me that "Space Is The Place"
When I journey forth, Ill shall adventure with grace
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
The velvet cover of the book
Where I enclosed my soul
Entangled on the hard pages
I painted the lines
When the heart whispered.
I poured my soul
Like I poured honey in my tea
Yesterday evening.
It flew out and I closed the book
To hold it against my chest.
To immerse it with the teardrops.
To hate the lines and love the velvet.
There was no beginning
And the end had not even started.
But I had so much to say
I could not keep it this way.
There was love in too many lines
The aim of the world
And the sugar of the universe.
When I heard the whisper of my heart.
I put off the candle
To see the stars in my soul.
And search for the love
Between the Betelgeuse and Bellatrix.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
I let my dog out back and watch him
because it’s cold out and I’m
not wearing a shirt
my arms are crossed and I watch
as he disappears in the inky blackness
and I turn to the sky
Mintaka Alnilam Alnitak
eyes drawn to Sirius
and back
to Betelgeuse and Bellatrix
Rigel Saiph
The Pleiades, and
I like to pretend I can find
Procyon
My ******* and my hands press closer
to the glass, and it is freezing
yet my eyes are locked on the left of
Orion,
at a star I don’t know
nearly blinding with its luminosity
a planet, but one I do not know
and it thrills me
This is how planets are discovered
I think
anomalies in the sky that
make man wonder
it is bright and beautiful and my face is
against the window
my breath fogs the glass
yet still I see the nameless Star—
and I open the door, to bring myself
closer, to war the cold
in hopes that being near will
fill me with knowledge and that
elusory star will tell me its name
And my dog, invisible in the night,
jumps back from the door and looks
reproachfully at me
and I stare at that gorgeous sky
and my naked skin is already shivering
and my arms cross against my chest
as I turn and go back
inside,
staring at the Pleiades and Orion,
and that white-hot star
once more.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
Black, (literally)
Dark, (no, not at all)
Husbands, (Two)
Faithful, (for good and bad)
Pretty, (well she's got two husbands, you'd have to be decent)
Strong, (magic wise, I don't see how those flimsy muscles could lift anything)
Determined, (to ****
Evil, (well hello, Voldemort is her master)
Sister, (a malfunctioning one)
Misunderstood, (wait how did that get in there)
Maladapted schemer, (well come on if you didn't know that, read)
Loyal, (isn't that faithful as well?)
Insane, (50%)
Bellatrix.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
how could i be so perthetic
my love for you is bigger then then jupiter
i feel a wall between us
this wall is effecting us keeping you from
seeing how much i love you
how could i be so perthetic
i let you go i regret it
but a wall can never stop two lovers but
it is a challenge for one you fear pain
but what about me??
yes/no im craving for that answer
i wanna know that answere yes/no do you love me
yes/no do you need me
yea/no do you miss me
im just curious it seems like
your life is better without me
your making your self fearsome and strong
i just want you happy
but do you wanna see me happy?
i dont know about this wall between us but i
love you addmitt it now before its too late and im not their when you get over your fear of love please bellatrix plz
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
No kidding.
Someone,
under cover of night
or another invisibility cloak
or thanks to those goblins in Gringotts,
sneaked into Bellatrix’s bank vault
and stole the sword of Gryffindor.
What do you do with
a sword of that caliber?
Do you use it to help
the house elves in the kitchen?
Slicing bread, chopping vegetables, and cutting meat while they stare at you in awe?
Or set it on the shelf in the headmaster’s office
the same shelf above the beautiful fire Phoenix
you watched explode.
Place it next to the snapshot of Dumbledore,
smiling and winking at you
and make tiresome jokes about how it belonged to
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.
Or do you tuck it in the bottom of the sorting hat that placed you into Gryffindor in the first place,
wrapped in the scarf Fawkes brought you from
Dumbledore’s office?
Do you take it out when you need to defeat the basilisk or stab some horcruxes and you don’t have a venomous fang to use instead?
And do you think there in your common room,
with the dementors circling around the school, and
He Who Shall Not Be Named back again, that you could wield the sword and think you’re the
Chosen One?
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
even I don't care
the girl who loves me
she sits in the next room
I don't want to talk to her
I'm bleeding from my mouth
I have to hide the blood
Surprisingly easier than one might imagine
Deception is always hiding blood
but even I don't care
my muscles hurt for no reason
I wake up anyway though
it has to be done so I do it
even I don't care
I named a knife yesterday
even I don't care
she is just my knife now
Bella
I thought that was a pretty name
after a pretty villain
Bellatrix
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Fail
Increasing your capability sail
Improvement
Movement
Craft of AI expertise
Intelligence please
© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 5:02 AM UTC