Magic SonnetShall I compare thee to a Quidditch matchMagic Sonnet by ~MarcoDelMarco
So filled are you with magic and mirth
You're Alohomora has unfastened my heart's latch
As the broomsticks fly, you lift me from the earth.
Stronger than the force of any Bludger,
Lips redder than any Quaffle
My soul you fill with hunger
That cannot be sainted by even the sweetest waffle
You are the Keeper of my heart's rings,
The Chaser of my soul's desire,
You are the Seeker of all these things,
Like Incendio, you light my world on fire.
More glorious and precious than the fluttering golden snitch,
My wonderful wizard, more beautiful and handsome than any witch.
A Warped Love SonnetYou smile, your fingers wrap around my neckA Warped Love Sonnet by ~Relics-Angel
I smile as I put the gun to your head
The cold rain splashes around our prone forms
And it feels like the devil is with us.
When did our love start to decay and sour?
When did the smiles and love turn into slaps?
I hate you so damn much its hard to breathe
But when I dream at night, I see your face.
I am going to kill you with kisses
And love you with hot metal bullets
While you just smile and kiss my cold, dead lips
The knife of your betrayal in my back.
Dear God, are we not such a wicked pair
To have the same passion in love and hate?
Sonnet IIII sit here crouched in a poorly lit room,Sonnet III by ~ksmsoccer89
Cycling through what life was like long ago.
Dread of my future does linger and loom,
Only having a damaged heart to show.
You use to tickle my cold lips with yours,
So delicately forcing them on mine.
Now left with a fleeting image, closed doors,
Sky gloomy, for me the sun does not shine.
As if a dream, you reach hesitantly,
Unsure if you want to give me a chance,
When last time I hurt you so blatantly,
I wish to repair this damaged romance.
Let us keep silent, walk off hand in hand,
Going on with life just as we had planned.
Your MindDo you remember when this was wanted?Your Mind by ~xXxstitchezxXx
When the thought of normal scared you?
But now you're being haunted,
By all of these weapons, and your past too.
Do you feel every drop of blood being put to waste,
Each drop that stained your bed-sheet at night?
Can you even count the inches lost of your waist?
When each and every heartbeat,
Was useless and hurt like hell?
When it did not matter how many pills?
Each scar though would tell,
A different story and bring a thrill,
To glance at.
Do you remember these days?
Do you remember each word spat,
At you and all of the ways,
You tried to end it?
I being your mind,
Must remind you all