Today I Do Not Want To Be Hope

Today I do not want to be hope,
For my flame has wisped out
Upon a pool of wax,
Doused by the depths of darkness.
My cry is no longer heard,
Lost among the dying stars
And hidden in the sparks flitting
Across the battle-ground sky.
I am thrust aside by greed and fear
That manifests in the misuse of talents,
Or else Death's hand plunges into my heart
With the cruelest of dark magic.
The will to continue no longer pulses,
Petrified by all the sin and corruption
Overtaking the love and the peace.
I slowly crumble, weaker and weaker,
Against the hatred in the fiery red eyes
Of the advancing enemy
Who does not know the meaning of mercy
And laughs coldly at the prospect of me,
That ray of hope.
Today I cannot keep burning,
Choked by pain, desolation, and loss;
Unable to fight my way to the victims
For the evils of the world keep me
Locked up in Pandora's lonely box.

Today I Do Not Want To Be Ginny

Today I do not want to be Ginny-
The youngest of seven children,
Heir to the second-hand robes.
I do not want to be her-
The voices screaming in my head;
The periods of blackness so daunting,
And desperation sets in to try to stay in control.
But Ginny is victim to the diary,
Victim to the persuasion,
To the guilt and hesitation.
Today rooster feathers and poster paint
Cover my old and greying robes.
Today Percy says I look terrible and
Need to visit the nurse,
And the voices refuse to go away.
I do not wish to be Ginny
Because my dreams have been dashed
Against the hard stone walls;
My soul is petrified from the madness
Coursing throughout this girl's body.
And today I do not have a choice-
My skeleton will remain in the chamber forever.

Today I Do Not Want To Be Minister

Today I do not want to be the Minister-
The evil are secretly attacking;
The good are secretly hiding;
The Chosen One is not chosen.
A mist of confusion has fallen;
Unnatural disasters commence regularly;
Bridges are collapsing, true to the nursery rhyme.
The hospitals are overflowing with death;
Blood on both sides of the magical spectrum
Is swiftly being spilt;
Prisoners have broken free and return
Loyally to their old ways.
And today, I no longer wish to be Minister-
Hope has evaporated into unseen clouds;
Faith has withered with the mounting corpses;
A blind eye can no longer be turned.
Resignation is in the near future
For the power I hold is but a sitting duck,
Leaving my world to crumble quickly.

Today I Do Not Want To Be A Mermaid

The inky lake is no longer inviting,
A deep chill seeps through weakening bones;
The past is fading in the distant blackness,
The looming future terrifyingly unknown.

Voices lift in mournful lament,
In tune with the blood-stained clouds
Overseeing the melancholic procession,
Threatening to spill their tears on the depressed crowd.

The white marbled tomb reflects grief and sadness,
Left to be serenaded by empty echoes
That once breathed life fully,
And now in eternal misery must wallow.

The waters tremble with darkness,
No longer the safe haven they once were.
And all I can do is slip away quietly,
Chained by the depths of a new hellish anchor.

Today I Do Not Want To Be A Unicorn

The moon reflects all its sadness
in the pool of silvery blood slowly
dripping off the gnarled roots of the
fallen trees. Its mane, pearly-white,
spreads among the rustic leaves as
angel wings. The gleaming twisted horn
comes sharply to a point, now useless
against the looming dangers the
dark forest holds within its abode.
Long slender legs connect to
strong grey hooves, still and beautiful
even in the grasp of death. A pure white
coat is now mangled by the lure of
evil so black. The time to flee, to
survive, is long past and the creature
can only lay upon the stained ground,
awaiting a dawn that will never rise.

Today I Do Not Want To Be A Witch

Today I do not want to be a witch-
Scrubbing the dirty metal pans
Dropped constantly on the filthy floor;
A gold necklace hanging on my neck,
The only real proof of what I am;
Dead snakes are nailed to the door.
He calls me a Squib and I wish
Such a statement could be true,
For then I would not be a witch,
Expected to be greater than the Muggles
Which are nothing but dirt beneath us.
I- I can't...
My voice has left me, but escape is all I seek.

Today I do not want to be a witch-
The hurt and disgust blazing in
Those handsome eyes barging out the door.
It gained me nothing, that magic.
Left to wander aimlessly,
The locket the only thing to remind me.
I do not want it;
I no longer care.

Today I do not want to be a witch.
Today I do not wish to live.
Magic has drained me, life has killed
What I once treasured and sought after,
And now the baby stands for how
My horrid past went all wrong.
I cannot lift a finger, nor a wand...
My weakened spirit is finally free
Of the mortal bonds.

Today I Do Not Want To Be A Flying Car

The air is bitter cold, revving
Through the icy, damp clouds;
A long awaited nap no longer
In the near future.
The journey stretches on,
Over the tiny cities and hills,
As though time refuses to pass.

A tired whine, dipping into
A sharp dive, though somehow
Leveled out by the boy's stubborn hands.
An azure sky creeps in, seeping
Through the pale blue and cloudy white,
Soon specked with tiny stars.

Exhaustion in the engine-
Moaning, squealing, objecting-
Still being pushed on.
Lights flickering like blinking eyes
Drooped with sleep-
Forward, forward, forward...

Down.

The brakes are slammed,
The buttons jammed,
But stalled be the dying car
Careening towards a deadly tree-
Beaten, battered, bruised, smashed,
Bits of glass now a bed for roses.

The desperation to get away,
And irritated at such foolish ignorance,
Tosses out the luggage.
In a huff and whir, angrily steers
Toward the foreboding forest:
A much needed nap will be gained,
Perhaps.

today i do not want to be a doxy

buzzing among the curtains
my teeth bared for the fool
who dares to enter my dominion but

then i'm smacked across the head
and in a daze
weakly fight
blasted by noxious fumes

in frozen fear
their mocking faces smile
down at my petrified form
winking at the other and

secretly i am stuffed into
a dark enclosed space to
await what deadly sentence these
two mischievous beings will bring



*the doxy incident occurred in the Order of the Phoenix, and I always wondered what happened to the poor creatures after Fred and George were done with them.

Today I Do Not Want To Be Human

Today as I sit in class and listen,
My mind wanders to the Forbidden Forest,
To the mischievous deeds yearning
To be done.
I look to my handsome dark-haired friend,
Lounging in his seat with care-free elegance-
And he winks for he knows what I am thinking:
I do not want to be human.
I want to run free among the trees,
Sneak around Hogsmeade,
Break the rules.
I am anxiously awaiting the full moon.
At heart I am a stag, silent and proud,
Though maybe not so silent...
He cracks a joke about the Teacher's pet
And I am laughing out loud,
Knowing that no matter if I am human
Or if I am a devious, sly stag,
He will always be at my side,
A face full of laughter and joy.
Maybe today I just want to be a good friend.

Today I Do Not Want To Be A Ghost

Today I do not want to be a ghost-
Pride still beats within my absent heart.
My death day is run over by the headless hunt,
A rejection letter crumpled in my pearly hand,
And I wonder what there is to still exist for.

Today I do not want to be a ghost-
Fear still pulses through my nonexistent veins;
The students' whispers of the danger grips me.
I faintly hear a rustling along the stone floor
And etched into a young boy's features
Is stark consternation.
A gigantic monster turns the corner-
Big bulbous yellow eyes-
And I fervently wish I had not chosen
To stay here as a ghost.
But then my mind instantly seizes:
A sense of fiery hell and bitter ice colliding.

Today I do not want to be a ghost,
Sought after by the grieving
Who still think to see the departed,
And they refuse to understand,
So set in their ways;
And depression sinks into my soul...

...I wish I was not a ghost.