It's been so long. So long since those opening words were penned in that coffeeshop. So long since we drew scars on our foreheads. So long since we waited for Hogwarts letters. So long since we declared ourselves Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and citrouille juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving jour to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms, yet there is one thing comon among us all. toi will always see us with our memories. We might carry pencils as if they were wands. We might sing "Hedwig's Theme." But we have one word in common.
"Always."
It is a dit that words have a power of their own. This has been proven true many times, most notably in the Latin phrases that make up our favori spells. This one word, for all of us around the world, means love, loyalty, and our promise. par this word, we promised to never forget, even when Death comes for us.
So many truths in this world are revealed in the world we love. Such as the power of a mother's l’amour for her son. In Lily's love, Harry found a protection that Voldemort could never counteract. He found the one weapon he could use against Voldemort.
In return, we loved him. We stayed par his side. And we waited. We waited for what was surely coming. The end.
Now the end is upon us. In our hearts, Harry left a small bit of himself. It's not very large, but as long as we remember, it will always remain. That bit of Harry is what makes a Potterhead. And in keeping with the promise we made thirteen years ago, we will always keep the Boy Who Lived alive.
Farewell, Harry Potter. toi will always live on in us, the Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and citrouille juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving jour to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms, yet there is one thing comon among us all. toi will always see us with our memories. We might carry pencils as if they were wands. We might sing "Hedwig's Theme." But we have one word in common.
"Always."
It is a dit that words have a power of their own. This has been proven true many times, most notably in the Latin phrases that make up our favori spells. This one word, for all of us around the world, means love, loyalty, and our promise. par this word, we promised to never forget, even when Death comes for us.
So many truths in this world are revealed in the world we love. Such as the power of a mother's l’amour for her son. In Lily's love, Harry found a protection that Voldemort could never counteract. He found the one weapon he could use against Voldemort.
In return, we loved him. We stayed par his side. And we waited. We waited for what was surely coming. The end.
Now the end is upon us. In our hearts, Harry left a small bit of himself. It's not very large, but as long as we remember, it will always remain. That bit of Harry is what makes a Potterhead. And in keeping with the promise we made thirteen years ago, we will always keep the Boy Who Lived alive.
Farewell, Harry Potter. toi will always live on in us, the Potterheads.
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired par Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired par Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what toi give me?
Why did toi break up with me?
I don't understand.
toi were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And toi left me.
toi abandoned me.
Why did toi dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, toi leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what toi give me?
Why did toi break up with me?
I don't understand.
toi were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And toi left me.
toi abandoned me.
Why did toi dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, toi leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
When toi hope,
toi expect and wish,
toi have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
toi don’t want them killed,
Hope makes toi stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to toi in life,
Sometimes toi need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
toi and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire toi cœur, coeur out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
toi know what toi want,
Keep hoping till the END……
toi expect and wish,
toi have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
toi don’t want them killed,
Hope makes toi stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to toi in life,
Sometimes toi need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
toi and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire toi cœur, coeur out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
toi know what toi want,
Keep hoping till the END……
