Pathei Mathos

A Tattooed Girl's Cafe

"That'll be the Day"

^{Written April 21st, 2012 - dedicated to Andres, when we were 'together'.}

T.B.T.D.

Some day in the future I will wake up
I'll look over at you and whisper "Wassup"
Our bodies all twisted and tangled together
A day like that couldn't get any better.

We'd wake up and make some breakfast
our 2 little ones would say its the "bestest"
After we ate we would go over to the park
we'd play soccer all day until it got dark.

We'd have our own house with a big backyard
have ourselves a blue nose pit, no St. Bernard
Our love would never die or even slightly falter
one day in the future I'll see you under that alter.

There wont ever be a darkened day with our love
every day will be as amazing as the heavens above
Though we may get separated finding our way home
but wherever you will go, way up high or down low.

Some day in the near future I will wake up
I'll look over at you and whisper softly "Wassup"
Close to you is where I'll feel most safe and okay
just to be in your arms, baby that'll be the day.

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"Brief"

^{Written June 12h, 2012 - OneWord Writing Prompt of the Day.}

B.

In a moment so brief
I felt a pang of grief.
You left me out to dry
your love got me so high.

Alone now I sit here
for my wrongs I fear.
It was all my fault
put my heart at a halt.

Now I lay down steady
this burden is really heavy.
I dont know what to say
I know it was never okay.

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"Switching"

^{Written June 11th, 2012 - OneWord Writing Prompt of the Day - Dedicated to an old 'relationship' with a guy named Andres.}

Author's Note

Sadly, at a low point in my life, I was one of those sick people who cat-fished some guy into thinking I was this really visually beautiful girl. We dated for a month or so, and he kept wanting to fly down to meet me.. and of course, like any catfish, I refused. Finally, he told me he was coming down and was prepared to buy a ticket that moment. I broke down and told him the truth. Of course, he didn't like me for me, and rightfully so, he hated me for lying to him. So we split. This poem is what sprung from it all. I have beaten myself up over the years for it, and really don't need to be lectured further. Please don't criticism me for something that's far, far behind me. It's not easy to admit I did something so slimy to someone.. at the end of the poem, I refer to the girl I pretended to be as 'her'. Just so you're not confused as to who I'm speaking of.

S.

I'd give you anything to have you back
the situation between us is so whack.
If I had the chance I would be switchin'
so I could really feel your soft kissin'.

I'd give anything for one more day
for so long, you were my only way.
You were all that I ever wanted
you used to be all I really needed.

Switching places with her got me you
switching back now, I don't want to.
I'd give anything for you to love me,
it's unfortunate we can't ever be.

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"Just a Dream"

^{Written July 7th, 2012, dedicated to an old friend, Mark Cruz.}

J.A.D.

When I thought you were always there
I'd turn around to see you everywhere
Slipping further into a deep abyss
it's the sweet sound of your voice I miss.

A blur of my past only there in a memory
I realize now that it was all just a dream.
With my eyes closed I could feel you close
I open my eyes but it was just a ghost.

A Tattooed Girl's Cafe

Lily Potter.

^{Written sometime in October 2011.}

Author's Note

A little fan-fiction I began writing about a character in one of my favorite series. Written in her point of view.. I always wanted to shed some light on what it was like when Harry's parents were at Hogwarts, and the relationship between Snape and Lily. They could have been the OTP (One True Pairing).

Chapter One: All-Aboard

Walking the busy halls of the train station, I push my cart full of my baggage through the sea of busy people. I pass by a few of my classmates and wave hi but no one even gives me a glance, they just keep walking. I sigh heavily and continue pushing, my eyes wandering around as I gaze at everyone and everything around me like it's only my first year here again. It seemed such a short time ago that I was the little red headed muggle going to a witchcraft and wizardry school for children born from wizards themselves. Now it wasn't so uncommon to be a muggle-born witch or wizard, but it was still frowned upon in our so called society.
My eyes set on the familiar pillar as the sea of people part, I get a running start at the pillar and-BANG! another cart crashes into mine.
"Hey! Watch where you're g.." I begin, till I look up and see the familiar face.
"Hi Lily," Severus lulls softly. His dark hair hangs low, just barely past his shoulders. He must not have cut it in a while.
"Severus." I ditch my cart for the time being, walking around it and crossing the distance between me and my friend. I wrap my arms around him tight, closing my eyes as I bury my face into his black Hogwarts robe. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you a great deal as well, my dear Lily." He slowly lets me go as we step back to look at each other. How we had changed over the last year.
"Lily, it never ceases to amaze me at how beautiful you are." I blush at his words and look down for a second before returning my gaze back up into his eyes.
"Severus, I-"
"COME ON SNAKE! LET'S GET A MOVE ON! WE WANNA GET A GOOD SEAT!!" My head snaps up at the voice, knowing it all too well. James. James Potter.
"James you need to-"
"Let it go, Lily..let's just get our things." Severus gently touches my shoulder before letting his hand slide down, falling limply to his side as he turns away to get his cart out from my cart's way. I walk around to mine, grabbing the handle while daring a glance over my shoulder. James smiles charmingly and winks at me. I simply roll my eyes and smile a bit, peeking at the clock to check the time before running forward into the pillar. Only a moment of darkness before there is light again as I come out on the other side. The air is heavy with the smoke of the train, students handing their luggage over before boarding on, all of them looking like such conformists with their black robes and striped ties. Of course, there are differences, but only cause we all have been placed in our respective houses. As I make my way to the train, I can hear James behind me with his friends talking about their time away at their homes. I don't relate to them at all. Even though my parents and my older sister Petunia lived at home, Hogwarts was my home.
"Lily, come on!" I look up to see Severus hanging out from a doorway on a cart of the train, smiling.
How the heck did he get ahead of me? I shake my head, smirking softly as I hand over my luggage to the baggage man, stepping up into the train with Severus. Severus reaches down and takes my hand gently, though our skin is not touching, his gloves preventing that warming touch from happening. He leads me towards our usual seats, opening the door for me and allowing me to step in first. As he steps through, I reach over and gently shut the door behind him. As I pull up, we are both stuck standing in the middle of the isle between the two seats. I blush brightly and so does he. Neither of us make a move for a few seconds until I force myself to move out of the way, clearing my throat awkwardly.
"Well, I guess we're in for another long-" I yawn softly, reaching my hand up, rubbing my eye softly. "-a long trip home." I sit down, leaning back against the comfy train seats. Severus, not having said a word yet, walks over quietly and sits beside me, pulling his leg up onto the seat, opening his arms.
"Then let's make the best of it and sleep it away." He chuckles lightly, offering a soft smile. I take his offer and turn slowly, laying back in his arms as he encloses them around me. I close my eyes, feeling as safe as I ever could be. I take a deep breath, and on the exhale, slowly drift off to sleep. Almost instantly. Dreaming of the year to come.

Chapter Two: Patronus- Unfinished

"Expecto Patronum." I flick my wrist gently into the air, but the tip of my wand only sparks lightly and fizzles out. Defeated for nearly the fifth time, I feel like giving up but I know I must'n't. I square my shoulders back and stand up straighter, a bit tense as I concentrate. Just as I begin to say the charm again, I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. I drop my hand to my side and turn, smiling cause I expect it to be Severus, only to find Potter.
"Hey," James says with a chuckle, "lemme show you something." He steps closer to me without allowing me to object, placing one hand over mine gripping my wand and the other gently on my hip. I can feel my face getting red hot when his cheek almost brushes mine. In my peripheral vision, I could see his glasses protruding in front of his face, barely staying on the end of his nose. And then I can hear him speaking in his rough tone, sounding as if he had just ended puberty and he was still getting used to his deepened voice.
"Relax Lily. You feel so tense." How could I relax? Potter was holding me for the first time, and it felt so right. I had to admit, I liked him. I suddenly wondered in that moment, how he felt towards me, if at all. Could we even consider each other friends, or just acquaintances? I do as he suggests and let my body relax, turning my head a little to look him in the eye.
"This is supposed to help how?" He chuckles lowly.
"Just watch." He shifts behind me a bit, pressing his chest against my back ever so slightly, enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I look forward to avoid eye contact, afraid he'll read me like a book.
"Now Lily, I want you to think of a happy memory. Take a moment and think of a time when you were really, truly happy." Well that was easy. The day I found out my younger sister, Petunia, had written Dumbledore after I had been invited to attend, begging him to let her attend Hogwarts alongside me.

"Quit calling me a freak. That's a mean thing to say Petunia!" I yelled at her.
"You and that freak from down the street, going to that school for weirdos. That's right, weirdos and freaks, that's what you are Lil'." Her smirk could curdle milk.
"That's not what I heard! I know you wrote the headmaster and practically begged him to let you into Hogwarts! That's pathetic."

I couldn't stop smiing at the memory, being able to relive that moment was the victory feeling I got when Griffindore wins their quittich matches. Just amazing.
"I've got it." I looked at him and I could almost see my smile reflecting in his eyes. Gorgeous.
"Alright. Now say the words, and hold that memory in your head." I nod, raising my wand.
"Expecto Patronum." A small wisp of white light swirls around at the tip of my wand before fading into thin air. "Crap."
"No, no. That was good Lily. It's just a matter of getting the hang of it. Maybe try a different memory. One much stronger." I can feel James's thumb on the top of my hand tenderly brush my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I try to think of something much greater than one-upping my sister.
"How about the time whe-"
"Shh." I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. Hot. A relief from the cold of the mid-winter at Hogwarts.
"No need to tell me. Just think." I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"Kay." I scan through the files of memories in my mind, deciding over a lot of good ones. But only one stuck out from all the rest. This moment.
"Ready?" I look around at a few other students looking at us in the classroom, forcing myself to look away so I can regain my happy memory instead of the scared and shy feeling I was getting right now.
"Ex-pecto..Pa-tronum." With a soft wave of my wand, a bright snowy blue aura ball takes shape at my wand's end, morphing into a small doe. My eyes widen at the sight as well as my smile does, watching my patronus doe prance around the room full of students and their own patronus charms. I look around at everyone's, smiling when my own returns to my side, evaporating in a blink of an eye.
"Amazing, Lily," James says in my ear just as he pulls away and walks off, whispering over his shoulder. "Just like you." Now my heart was racing in my chest, pounding against the walls of my diaphragm. I manage a soft, shy smile, opening my mouth to say something but nothing comes.

A Tattooed Girl's Cafe

I've been writing poetry and short stories for the better part of 9/10 years. As a child, I loved writing and making up stories. During the process of growing up and going through the things I did, I turned to writing to get through it all. After my mother passed, I started living with my father.. and expressing your emotions was never allowed in his household. ^{You'd get a swift smack on the lip if he caught you so much as sniffling, especially if it was over something he caused.}

I began writing seriously when I was 13, almost 14 years old. Only ever wrote when I was feeling particularly inspired. I found most of my inspiration from my past ^dark experiences, and relationships _{good and bad}. Had my first ^{what felt like,} real, in-love relationship just after turning 15. I wrote lots of poems in honor of my first love.

I started out sharing my writings on a website called Writers Cafe _{(linked is my current profile)}, but eventually fell inactive there after a good couple of years. Many years passed, and slowly my writings began to come to a stop. I would write every now and again, but not as often as I liked, nor wanted to.

I've lost many of my poems over the years, even some of my best writes, but have managed to hold on to a good few of them. I'll be posting those here, along with some new ^{practically forced} material as well. Feel free to comment/review my work. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

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