"draco" poems
fall was in the air and it was a very dreary october day. the halls of the old victorian house had been filled with new arivals and lots of noise.
"i can barely hear myself think." Madison sneered, a cigarette in her hand as she stood next to zoey and nan in the hallway. looking at the new girls with disguist. "and none of these new ******* better step on my toes. this isnt ******* hogwarts." she rolled her eyes. "hogwarts." zoey laughed, making nan laugh aswell. "if this were hogwarts, you would be draco malfoy" nan joked. "hardy har har." Madison snickered. "and you would be harry potters fat cousin because your ugly and nobody loves you." madison smiled. "well, i think it's great." zoey said cheerfully. "all of these girls would feel lost and alone and now they have somewhere to belong.". "you would say that." Madison rolled her eyes. suddenly a slightly younger girl with big green eyes and long brown hair and freckles rushed up to the three of them with a gleam in her eye. "oh my god it is you! you're madison montgomery!" the girl explained. " i love you! will you sign my back pack?" the girl turned around and Madison pulled a pink highlighter out of the side of her floral backpack. her face lit up as she wrote her name on the backpack making zoey and nan smile aswell. "thank you! thank you! thank you! you're my idol." the girl blushed. "my name is Cassie motts, i've seen all of your movies, i love you! i love you! i love you!" the girl giggled. "alright.." Madison had been taken back a step. "have a great day you little ****** she smiled, a look of confusion hung upon her face. "thank you.. you dont know how much this means to me." the girl explained cheerfully and walked away. "well ladies it looks like we're the head honchoes around this **** show." Madison sighed, still slightly smiling. "i was always the head honchoe." nan replied. "yeah, okay, right." zoey rolled her eyes and smiled at nan as the three made there way down the hall together.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
*Life is an echo peeled
from the furthest star
a message in a bottle
waiting to be heard
And upon its reading
not a word rang free
for life is not a sound
but a motion which flees*
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Dobby's ideas,
Are more of a glitch.
Flesh memories,
Buried in a snitch.
Life is tough,
And such a heavy fight.
When dark times encircle you,
Remember to Turn on the light.
Weasley twins are strong,
More like human beaters
The world is not divided
Into good people and death eaters.
For in dreams,
We enter a world entirely our own.
Turn to page number
Three hundred and ninety four.
Dumbledore smiled,
Everyone has bad days.
Snape replied,
Always.
The people we love,
Leave us never.
The stories we love best,
Do live in us forever.
Cause the books we truly love,
Right back, they love us.
Draco, Dormiens,
Nunquam, Tittilandus.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
"It's Li'l Sean's tenth B'day,
forgotten in the orphanage loft.
He curls down
on the dust and
holds tight an once-vivid polaroid,
his lost family's
one spared happy remainder."
"Oh! Sweet Pea,
but Draco limped
his way to his li'l master
and licked off
his soar tears."
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
My house is surrounded by
Illuminati operatives.
Lizards! Everywhere i look...
green ones in the grass like
slithery snakes with feet,
brown ones on my porch
running counter-intelligence
on my kitties, tan little
enforcers with an ochre-red
streak of war paint along
their spines.
i know what you are thinking...
but i stopped wearing a
tinfoil hat. It wasn't
keeping the N.S.A. out of my
emails anyway.
Just yesterday, one of the
lizards' double zero
agents followed me to McDonalds.
i saw him through the windshield,
gripping the wiper blade
with all his might, tail
whipping in the wind like a
whip antenna, broadcasting my
subversive Big Mac purchase.
i don't use Geico insurance,
therefore it was clearly an
Illuminati spy, without question.
Nowhere is safe.
My days are numbered.
They fear what i could expose,
that i would tell others
what i remember about
freedom.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
While you are asleep,
While you are only dreaming,
Ursa Major and Ursa Minor,
Forever they are scheming.
While you are awake,
you may think the world is one,
but Orion is still there,
in the sky he runs.
The stars may be replaced,
with puffy white laced clouds,
but Draco is till slinking,
far away the ground.
Even after all these years,
Cassiopeia is still vain,
still looking down on you,
through a window pain.
As the stars all swirl,
around the magnetic north,
Gemini still sways,
switching back and forth.
For even if we're sleeping,
even if we are awake,
the stars will always swim,
in a pitch black lake.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
You're good, too good, it couldn't be true
You know I'm the kind of girl that would fall for you.
You're skilled in deception, highly trained in lies
So quick with hellos, and sly with goodbyes
A master of hypnosis, a thief in disguise
The warmth in your smile shows not in your eyes.
Your world is small but you've conquered it all
You stare me down, owning me, when we pass in the hall
You're obviously charming, cunning, and coy
You're a regular Slytherin - is your name Malfoy?
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
I was no Harry Potter
Didn't have that much goodness in me
But maybe I was a Draco Malfoy
Trying to figure which road to take
Light or dark?
But somewhere along the journey
I scattered 8 pieces of my soul
like Voldemort
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
*Now a flowing air wise signs on waters streaming,
pouring forth from the pitcher of wisdom anew,
ever full undrunk,instinctive of human absolutes all.
Gods,men,minds all uranian battling calm,now futile,
But knowing,caring, grasping,fathoming, conquering
tidings evil of powered souls unholy,uncaring deliberate.
Searing lightning flashes of intellects just,truly intuitive
burning stiff coffined conventions,dry dead rules of yore
melting old cold solid knowledge cruel of Draco obsolete
to humane rivers gently righteous, of merciful hearts
ripping away ways human sordid and corroded deep
repaving with light golden love those roads to hearts.
is it enough I wonder, have we become naturalized?*
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
Ask me what kind of **** I am into
And I will take you on a magical journey
To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17
What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section
With her skirt hiked up;
Sirius Black in a secret passage way,
Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good;
And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets;
I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica,
And the sexiest part
Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick
Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning,
The sexiest part is knowing
That they are part of a bigger story;
That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang,
That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them,
And still I am told
That my **** is ‘unrealistic’.
Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’
So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for.
I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike
As a room full of lesbians begging for ****
Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on.
Don’t you give me raw meat
And tell me it is nourishment,
I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.
It looks like 24/7 live streaming
Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not,
That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking,
That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair.
The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists
And called me a *****
I did not think 'run’,
I thought 'this is just like the movies’
I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.
It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more *******
Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins,
It looks like the man who did not flinch
When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’.
If you play-act at butchery long enough
You grow used to the sounds of screaming,
It is just a side effect of industry;
Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces.
I will not practice ****** hands
I will not make believe dissected women,
My *** cannot be packaged
My *** is magic
It is part of a bigger story
I am whole
I exist when you are not ******* me
And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
If I had any amount of money for every time I've been called beautiful I'd be rich in every way except for honesty. You think that beauty is measured by the eye?
We are taught to open our mouths to put on a coats of chemicals redder then any blood I've spilled and nastier then any skin tone already given.
And yet it's advertised as beautiful.
Like for some reason, we weren't in the first place.
So what you're saying is the way I tuck my hair behind my ear is tactful.
That all my knowledge of Harry Potter isn't **** Well excuse my premature thoughts of the obvious ****** tension that Harry and Draco shared hidden between the lines of JK Rowlings novelty. My wonders of paint splattered jeans I put on display like calouges in a coffee shop, aren't they artful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I mean, the magazines of models so skinny you could pick cheese with them. And the women just given birth going on weight watchers. As if strong thighs and meat on your bones is something to be ashamed of.
Maybe influence is something we have no control over but do you mean to tell me I am beautiful because my thighs don't touch and you can see my collar bone?
Well I can say the same for a little girl in Haiti. She lost her life because there was no food left after the farmers took her families last handful of soil. But at least she was beautiful right?
I want you to stop telling me I'm pretty because my eyes are a certain way. I want you to stop telling him he is ugly because has scars left over on his skin. And instead look at our tactics at life. I'll look at yours for a minute.
Every time you correct is a way of showing you care enough about the little turtle to make sure he not only gets up but never has to fall again. And the way you spread your happiness like rays of sunshine with so much to give.
The silence is just another way of saying I love you. So wrap your me up in your arms and hold me like you never want to let me go. Like I'm the last girl you'll ever say you want to grow old with.
Maybe this time when you look me in the eyes instead of weight scales and eyeliner streaked tears you'll see a girl with a heart full of hope.
A girl with hand me down sweaters and books about pretty girls sheltered never having stepped out of their castle.
So when I ask you if I'm beautiful hold me and tell me all my little quirks that make me an individual.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
Under the serene starry sky
lay a hushed beating heart
In a field as far as the horizon offered
always allured by God's majestic art
Two glistening eyes on Draco fixated
Orion seemed the epitome of delight
Deciphering the secrets the cosmos held
in awe of the gloom broken by celestial light
Almost as if the stars were reaching out too
cradling the little one in their truths
unraveling their mysteries to the heart of the wild
in their lullaby, ease and soothe
The galaxies above used their magic to fill
the obscure heart with emotions aplenty
and all that chained it to the insipid earth
were mundane realities and gravity
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
One red leather seat
Eighty-seven red leather seats
Golden sheen of the mace
Black over their shoulders
White cloth banded over sight
Upright hand of upright spirit
A golden scale in one
The glimmering blade in another
Words carved on the starch
Under the flag, written
These that bond us
Restrict us, Set us, Show us
Yet when the path astray is led
The cries of
The rightful the just
Go mum and mute and silent and hushed
The red leather seats
In present turn into thrones of
Knives and fire
As Draco watches on, envious
In books, in schools
We preach, often
Events we fear we repeat
Words we fear we echo
But unbeknownst we do
Betwixt our hurried steps and
False grips on reality
We again allow its passage
First they came for
And I did not speak out
Because I was not
And there was no one left to speak for
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
He is the one who rules through flame
Wild in spirit and mind untamed
From the savage lands he came
To liberate and break our chains
Warrior of the Storm
Commander of the Dragon Force
Ambassador of War
Horror story with a magic sword
See him rise on wings of death above the fire
See him soar on winds of gore above the battlefield and higher
Hear the roar of his Wyvern
Towards the war they're flying
A nightmare which strikes fear
In the hearts of all mankind
Fly, Dragon Rider
The King of Time, the God of Light
He forged an entire
Empire in the Shadows of the Night
She is the one, a rose in the blaze
Hailing from a place that nobody knows by name
In Magia Draco Ignis
She would claim her fame
Savior of the lost and hopeless
Slave Emancipator
She's a sight to behold as she fights in the cold
A blur of beauty and violence as she upholds the knight's code
Hear the singing of the stinger as it spears the winds of winter
A vision nigh-invincible
Dominates the hate below
Fly, Dragon Rider
The Queen Divine, Goddess of Might
Like flies to a Spider
The wicked tyrants fall before her eyes
And when they are joined together
They'll conquer the realms of Earth and Heaven
And worlds beyond perception
A Neogalactic Inception
A Universe Resurrected
Where the Drakon hold Dominion
They will keep us in line as they once did
And that will be just the beginning
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
*when i was in St. Petersburg i must have picked up a Rasputin virus, a Siberian gnat bite... **** you not; the only misery i have is that my counterfeiting assailants were, at best, middle class, and not aristocratic.*
no, honestly, after reading the style magazine
with all its smooch bravado of resentment and care...
i hash-tagged myself: yep it's trending...
i've just about finished a 70cl bottle of whiskey *******
around with Dylan Thomas and St. George... draco ex cymru.
but still it hits me, encoding sounds was never so hard...
those clouds of sunset look so much better
and multi-coloured when they do with sunglasses... i don't
know what's in these sunglasses but i'm picking out pinks
and purples... which i can't make out without
the sunglasses... an L.S.D. trip or what?
i wrote this faster than you'll read it, given the skim- aspect
of literature, immediate journalistic recycling...
they still love Shakespeare, don't know why,
don't ask me why, it's an affair of the english
education system... well... ploy...
conspiracies are welcome posthumously
and adequate intellectual material....
was it Marlowe or John Dee the Elizabethan era
double O 7 alchemist to blame? never seen oxygen
paired up like that! must be a crucifix miracle!
desecrate christ subsequently desecrate all
remnants of royal authority, **** into the crown
of the governor of Liechtenstein: what?
i need the loo! the idea of you teaching me manners
is like you teaching me Hadrian's is synonymous
with qin shi Huang's rattle; rattle meaning
the broken spines of the bricklayers who levelled
the ground around them with cement...
and still the Mongol horde came!
Scots looked at Hadrian's accomplishment and laughed
drunk with a lullaby. the Mongols stretched their
tongues saying: if Europe and Iraq to be ours,
we have to climb that, no arrow will crumble it
even if shot at the cracks! i love walls, esp. if they're
like Malbork castle of red brick... once owned by
Teutonic knights... i end up playing abstract chess with
their brickwork, a strange arithmetic...
girlfriend? what for? have you heard of the aces movement?
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux 1
That wicked liar offers us a poisoned cup
In whose sheeny surface we see ourselves
Reflected in his cold imaginings
And not our own, in what we ought to be
There is another Cup for us, not this one
Just as there is a stone that must be moved
A bird of night to be repudiated
A thorny bush that burns, but not itself
A blessing breaks that false and bitter cup -
We share the one that God has lifted up
1 In English, let not the dragon be my guide; it appears on the medal of Saint Benedict as NDSMD.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
Constellations
A roadmap of our galaxy,
Intricately placed to create the Orion belt
introduces the --
Taurus and Draco.
Discovered: given
Names and epithets that act as
bandages of history and hope;
pillars of the past, broken and shattered;
not only good memories do the constellations hold.
A roadmap millenniums aged
and still cryptic, enigmatic.
There for the fall of the Roman Empire:
A witness of the fallen bodies and cracked glass
human hearts of Auschwitz.
Constellations: surrounded by onyx, stars doctoring the constellations,
creating stories -- undiscovered and renewed.
A galaxy of muted midnights, murky blues,
darkened purples, vibrancy and life present one day,
muted and cloaked in obsidian
The next.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
At that night, you told me that every stars has it's own meaning and your favorite was draco—the the dragon. I asked you why and you told me it resembles your old self—a destructive one.
"i'm not capable of making you happy" he said.
i'm not the missing star of your constellation,
i'm not the sunshine to your morning
i'm not your cravings of satisfaction
i'm not the one who's gonna wait for you while you're walking to that aisle that you and i have dreamt,
i'm not the one who's capable of wiping your tears when you are sad.
but i know one thing for sure—he gasped for air, trying to bring back himself from crying.
i know that i can love you till the end, i may or cannot do all of this, but as long as you're here it's alright.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Some day
I'll flirt with Andromeda
staying just beyond
the length of her chains
take a hard right
at Orion's belt
insinuate myself
around Draco's tail
and join my clan
of Ursans
who no longer
point northward
on my passage
through
to my next edition.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Thy dream !
i hope you strive to its realm .
for it will be a sad emblem ,
at the last night your own sight to blame .
though the grit and gut abide you than mum .
if the Psyche drives thought but you cant confirm .
cause the tide most governs your palm .
but its your choice to comply and raise dim .
to swerve the Sophist story as unlike grime .
it can be a fancy yet upon your nature ist a crime .
to dream with the crow and have sight cast ; slim .
for my dream i behold and its my nature holy affirm .
there is cleft , Draco , Petra , but i care not then for grim .
my soul fain for the noble art of my life's humble theme .
im a dreamer , high spirited but i want one thing my life's claim.
oh ! i never dream twice but to live the token of my time .
if a name should last ; Columbus ,Malcolm ,
have only prithee their own life rhythm .
as for lore past , and drags in as in its prime .
the memory of their graves is ever for reclaim .
i hope you strive to its realm ,
thy dream !
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
I call you my Draco and you call me your Luna. You, however, are far more than the sun, moon, and stars to me.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
let me count the numbers of ways i miss you:
i miss your hair
how messy it becomes from the wind
i miss your eyes
as they're (somehow) constantly on me
i miss your voice
the way my name sounds coming from you
tossing compliments at me, left and right
i miss your beard
how it feels when you nuzzle into my shoulder
absently playing with it while you drive
i miss your hands
your fingers exploring my cold skin
entwined as we walk through the park
i miss your torso
my arms under your jacket as we embrace
pulling me against you
i miss your feet
how my feet can fit inside yours
your reaction when I tickle them
i miss you
all the inside jokes
every single kiss
there's a look you get when you're staring at me
snuggling
taking walks
sitting in the back of your car
constantly talking
**** and "poot"
hearing you call me sweetheart
and that's just the start
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC