Another challenge—Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It: I'm curious as to how many people write poetry (or are capable and just don't realise), so here's the challenge: write at least 3 pieces of poetry for fanfiction. That can be freeverse (though try to avoid shape poems since ffn isn't too friendly with them), sonnets, haikus or whatever you pick...or a mix of all of them. Just get your poetry muses going (and multiple so they can get a little more than flash exercise. Issuer of Challenge: reminiscent-afterthought

LIFE AS A LONGBOTTOM

Parents in St. Mungo's almost since my birth,
Why is it always me?

Gran's never seen my worth,
Why is it always me?

Cornish Pixies made me their bitch,
Why is it always me?

I'm rot at flying, so no Quidditch,
Why is it always me?

Date for the Yule Ball wanted Harry,
Why is it always me?

Thinking I'm a squib is very scary,
Why is it always me?

Taunted by Slytherin thugs,
living without loving hugs
Potions with Snape was a daily dread,
but I learned Expelliarmus and cleared my head
I know that I have quite a green thumb,
and DA members are my special chums
The Carrows tried, but I didn't break,
instead I killed that awful snake,
Using Godrick's sword...Good Lord
Am I a Chosen One?
Why, it's always been me

THE CATALYST

She was walking sunshine
In a place that was cold and murky with coal dust,
She shed light and heat wherever she was
Animals loved her
Men, women and children,
near death on her kitchen table,
loved her
Her sister loved her,
and was willing to die for her
Thus set Primrose's path

MEMORIUM

BORN: May. 11, 1982 Jul. 13, 2013
Glee star Cory Monteith won the hearts of many as Finn Hudson, a soulful jock turned singer.
Unfortunately, his too-soon death at the age of 31 of a drug and alcohol overdose broke many of those hearts. (ENews)

You walk into McKinley on your first day and think,
"Do all Lima teens look so old?"
But there's this one guy,
really tall and curling hair,
no longer a student, but still always there,
surrounded by adoring friends,
tries to dance and sings a little,
but his talent is in holding people together
A trace of grease under his fingernails
suggests some life outside,
but there's this trace of sadness in his eyes
And you know...he'll always be there