#fandom
Severus, I am your fan
A pretty big one
You're a mind-blowing character
No wizard can be braver
Or love stronger
One of the best spies
The greatest Occlumens
Most skilled Potioneer
And a master deceiver
Of the Dark Lord himself
You keep outdoing yourself!
Severus, I am your fan
Right from day one
You had me hooked
Respect, you command
Despite being a man of few words
Ensuring pin drop silence
The moment you step into the classroom
Leading dunderheads to their doom
You're simply awesome!!
Severus, I am your fan
A truly incredible person
Who has gone through a lot of pain
And committed many a sin
But had a change of heart
When it mattered the most
Your sarcastic veneer
Hides many a tear!!
Severus, I am your fan
And I can feel your pain
A difficult life, undoubtedly
And ending so tragically
Loved by many people
And hated by many more people
You've left behind a rich legacy
And it will be my new policy
To defend you tooth and nail
And give your detractors hell
Yes Severus, I am your fan
And will forever remain!!
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
i watched a grainy film once,
through blurs of a stolen light,
words dropped like crumbs.
i picked them all up,
kept them safe
tucked away in my mind,
until i had the puzzle pieces
to give them back their shape.
years later, i etched
a number on my hand.
not for him,
but for the girl,
who mimicked the words
before knowing what they meant.
now i wear his language
like a second skin,
slightly flushed
from the heartbeat beneath —
pulsing with all
once chased,
and incomplete.
i didn’t know it then,
how far that ship would sail —
how it would anchor me,
then leave behind a trail
to places only dreamed,
with a way back for when i was ready.
i didn’t know it then,
how it would lead me
to chart entire lives
into maps of unfolding,
guided by a compass of poetry —
all of it
once borrowed
from a screen.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
I walk the line between life and death
This apple's rotten, rotten to the core
Get up, get up, off your knees
Get down, get down, on the floor!
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between life and death
My business is a little clock and scythe
I drink so much I don't walk I merely stagger!
No you wouldn't listen & I don't blame you
No I don't blame ya!
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between life and death
My rent is 30 a day
I can't move
You know that's the price you pay
Is life all in vain?
Starts off in my arm
Opens up my brain
I'm already in the gutter -
Next stop is the morgue!
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between life and death
Live fast, die old
Live fast, die old
I walk the line
Death
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between life and death
While others have been thinking about it - I've been there and back
Hall and here
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between life and death
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
This poem will celebrate Ronald Bilius Weasley
Harry Potter's best friend and fiercest ally
Smart, funny and mischievous
Not to mention, highly courageous
Sacrificed himself in a wizarding chess game
At the age of merely eleven
Have you seen that happen often?
Of course, haters may not give a dime
But he also faced an army of murderous giant spiders
Merely a year later
Not for nothing, was he placed in Gryffindor!
In his third year, Ron stood on a broken leg
And defended his best mate
Against a convicted mass murderer
Yet, he receives a ton of hate
For his supposed jealousy a year after
Which, in reality, was more of a misunderstanding
How does that make him a negative character?
Don't best friends have occasional misunderstandings
That too in their teens?
Even I, at the age of thirty four, am no stranger to misunderstandings
For a fourteen year old Ron, can you imagine how it must have been?
In his fifth year, Ron showed his nerve and daring yet again
Fighting a horde of Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic
A year later, it was time for some Quidditch magic
As he proved the doubting Thomases wrong in style
Saving goal after goal
And now do we come to the most important part
The second wizarding war played its part
In shaping Ron's journey from teenage to adulthood
Yes, abandoning his friends was certainly not good
But he was carrying a piece of Voldemort's soul
Which increased his insecurities and anxieties to the highest possible level
And once he left the tent
The chances of returning soon became one in a million
Thanks to a run-in with a few of Voldemort's hired minions
As well as the protective charms placed around the tent
However, when Ron ultimately returned
He saved Harry's life
And destroyed the aforementioned piece of soul
Which had reduced his confidence levels to almost nil
In the process, Ron faced his worst fears
Managed to overcome them without even shedding tears
And transitioned from boy to man
As if to show us, "Yes you can!!"
Later, bravely did Ron fight in the Battle of Hogwarts
Even after losing his dear brother so tragically
And stand up to Voldemort himself
Thus showing immense strength of character
Yes, he may have his fair share of haters
However, for me that does not matter
Because Ronald Bilius Weasley will always be my favourite Harry Potter character
Truly, like him can there be no other!!
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
If you are the moon, then I am the sea
Since the beginning of time
Where the moon goes, I follow
Underneath the moon, I glow
With love and beauty
If only the moon saw their reflection
Without the celestial body
Without you
I would not exists
Billions of stars in the universe
But only one moon
So bright, so beautiful
So light, so dazzling
And to exist only once
Amongst the millions of galaxies
I would not be here
If it wasn’t for you
Without the heavenly body
If only you knew
With attraction and divinity
I reflect
High tide and low tide
I go towards you
Since the beginning of our existence
You are the moon and I am the sea
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC
I want to slip
Into Oasis
Become pixelated
Back in the 80s
Watch as all my fandoms
Come to life
I can have coffee
With Molly Ringwald
At The Peach Pit
Before hitting the beaches
Of Costa del Sol
Later check into the Overlook Hotel
To slow dance with Casper
As listen to theme music
Of Castlevania
To pedal a bmx bike
And touch the stars
To hang in detention
With the brat pack
To have my entire life soundtrack
Badly synthesized 80s tunes
I guess I am saying
I want my 2020
A little more Oasis
And a lot less
Black Mirror
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
the harder i hit it
the more of
a religious experience
it becomes
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
Okay so I was listening to Beetlejuice, and he sings
'Jesus pass the Dremamime'
And I knew it was a drug, but I didn't know the effects. Turns out it causes halluciations. Well, that's the main thing, there are a lot of side effects. And to be honest, hallucinating explains a lot about Beetlejuice, and the whole musical.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
Gharsheeelish to hell
Where everything is dark
And seems like an endless halloween
The flames are everywhere
Making candles out of pots and trees talk
This will be emotional young Dante
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
In the Ninth circle
Of Hell
I ealk
The frozen path of
The ****** until I see a cold
Yes cold pit of flames
Where the resttry to
Get warm
With no success
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
I just listened to;
6 broadway shows,
2× When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?
And I read a whole book (Harry Potter 6)
I'm not ok
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Knock knock.
Who's there?
You know.
You know who?
Exactly,
AVADA KEDAVRA
And this, my people, is how James Potter died
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
Pools of aquamarine sink in the depths of golden quartz
as a figment of a feeling --
too foreign to be named,
yet
too familiar to be told --
grasps into their cores
as a their hands intertwine
with sudden daunting urgency.
Long forgotten are the piercing words
that become nothing but murmurs
in the cool and crisp air that fails to
shimmer and soothe the embers
between his and her beings.
By which the ardent winds push them,
so does the tip of his --- no, hers
she laid claim on this many moons ago ---
her knife, nicking a far edge in their chamber,
hilt bobbing in rhythm with nimble fingers.
Patience and longing, fever and urgency,
all colliding as desire feeds on hope.
The closer they sink,
an anchor beneath the water,
where they find each other
in a movement of souls
through a spirited exchange of breaths.
It begins within them,
a threshold
of a furnace
that burns in
war and frost.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
I saw you standing, dressed to ****
Perhaps waiting for someone to tell you of her thrill--
the thrill that you give, when you start to sing.
I should’ve told you then that I’d been listening.
I’d just started to listen, just begun to catch the fire;
it wasn’t until later that I burned with desire.
Then I fell for you, I fell for you deep.
You’ve been playing with my mind; you’ve been visiting my sleep.
I wish I’d told you then, that I’d give you anything;
though nothing I could give you, would equal what you bring--
what you bring to me nightly, what you touch in my core.
When you’re next in town, go out the back door.
I’ll show you the stars, I’ll show you the lights;
I’ll give you what you crave at the end of the nights.
I’ll tell you of my dream, I’ll tell you of my vision,
then I’ll worship at the altar of my one true religion.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
I theese the beeeths
With yellow kneeees.
I theese them squeze,
Between the trees.
I Theese the beeeths,
Some honey please?
I theese them tease,
I theese the beeeths.
I Thuck my tongue,
Into the hive.
Thats when the hive,
It came alive.
I theese the beeeth’s
*** do a jig,
Now that is why,
My tongues tho big!
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
~
Heroes
They call you,*
Heroes.*
There's just something-
Something about that
Word.
~
I’ve got this special
Kind of magic,
And wouldn’t it be
Just awesome,
If I could be one-
A Hero-
Too?
~
I did my best.
And I defied you.
Disobeyed you.
I’m sorry
(but it was worth it).
I’m sorry.
~
I don’t want to leave.
I’m not ready to go
I don’t want to go.
Please.
Hold on.
Hold on for me.
Please don’t let me go.
~
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
I tried.
I promise you, I tried.
I loved you and
You told me you loved me
And I knew you did.
And because I loved you
I let you go
And I knew
You were at peace.
At least for a little bit.
You were safe.
And I was hurting
And I wanted to scream.
I wanted to set the world on fire.
But you were not in pain,
And that was all I could ever ask for.
But then he came
And he brought you back.
And it hurt you.
You were in so much pain.
I could see it in your eyes.
Feel it in my soul.
And then you were gone.
Again.
But it was not a peaceful end.
And you were gone.
Gone for good.
And he won.
The monster we made with our loss.
And then I felt myself go.
And it was okay
Because I was with you-
My Love.
You were there,
And he was there,
Waiting for me-
I could see him.
The other half of me.
And I was gone.
And my family
My family.
They were hurting,
But I was at peace.
I hope they knew.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Always the loser, never the star.
Always bullied, always ignored.
One day, he finds a SQUIP.
Says it'll help him be more chill.
Sound familiar? Here's the trick:
SQUIP is Keanu?
Well, who cares?
It will help,
Heere the Loser
Be more chill.
"That's... a girl's shirt."
Here, just follow my lead!
"So, come here often?"
"N-yes!"
Mr. Jeremy, just, say what I do!
"So, who is this chick?"
"Madeline Miller. She's... French."
"No she isn't, she just fakes it!"
Nice going Hamlet. Be more chill.
It's suddenly Halloween.
How'd it go by so quick?
Seems like just yesterday,
He'd been ignored.
Suddenly, he wasn't so forgotten.
He has a girlfriend,
Who loves him for him.
Her best friend though-
Is on a mission.
What happened at the party?
Some may ask.
It's complicated, though,
I'll tell you a flash.
Chloe kissed Jeremy.
Then did Jake,
Christine lost Jake.
And...
"Rich set a fire!"
"He knew he was gay!"
"He fled to Bombay!"
Stop the rumors! Stop the taunts! Stop it! Stop it!
What the hell?
Is it seriously the play?
Seems like just yesterday,
"Rich melted his head!"
"This is too good for a **** school play!"
"They've all been SQUIP'd..."
"Am I bi...?"
"How bad are the rumors?"
"Michael, here to save the day!"
Find the Red.
Luckily he's so old school
Drinks discontinued drinks...!
"Michael!"
Voices are gone...?
How could that be?
"Hey Christine?"
"Lunch, just you and me?"
That is the end,
Of this happy tale.
Now finally,
They're all living free.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
You are the light
That spears my heart,
You were there
From the very start.
If I am the guiding star,
Let me find you,
Wherever you are.
In the depths of
This glistening night
You stand firmly at my left,
But it is right.
My fire is the blade
Of your lance,
And you are the
Burning, yearning
Light of my soul.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
Burn the silver from her eyes,
Sharp is the dagger that cuts blood ties
Swift is the arrow that breaks his heart,
Blunt is the ax that cleaves them apart.
Iron teeth and nails of steel,
Cool, the icy wind that heals.
Dare to calm the roaring flame,
Count the people who fear her name.
Drink the blood of fallen foes,
Unseen hands that no one knows.
The many faces she must wear,
A nameless burden, she must bear.
Shadows creep in the dead of night,
The assassin is silent, out of sight.
Slow is the sword that cannot win,
Conceal the flame, keep it in.
Break the collar of restraint,
Black, the keys you must obtain.
Burn the darkness from the night,
For she is the Queen of the Light.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Flocking towards each other,
All gather in hopeful peace.
Never worried in this special place,
Dreaming of a time when their
Own kind would never be hated on.
Malicious individuals breaking in,
Silence flowing throughout.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
Here's the hint I've been asking for,
of a top secret event and more.
Speculations were all over the net.
Maybe some of people even bet
about all the possibilities
and how about the probability
of a calendar or video shooting.
The album cover would also be suiting.
But here comes the little hint,
of some photographic print.
Looking elegant in every tux,
like a model of Grand Deluxe.
The bomber jacket, coats and shirts.
Oh dear, not forgetting those two birds,
on a body smooth like a baby's ****
Oh what did he do, our Captain of Pop?
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Here he sits all cool
waiting in his dressing room.
Before he takes the limelight
and gets the photos right
he decides to have a quick glance
on the forum posts by his fans.
And now we're sitting here
all delighted and full of cheer
coz the picture's so hot and yummy
we can even see the birds on his tummy.
All shaved and lovely tanned,
we admire his body in Robbie land.
Makes our hearts beat faster
while we're waiting for the master
to reveal the date of his album
that we're waiting eagerly to come.
Come on, Rob, let the news explode
coz being patient is such a long road.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
He comes in disguise,
is charming and wise.
He changes his roles,
so no one knows.
He sings to the world,
makes our heart whispers unfurl.
He enlightens the day,
in more than one way.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Just take me to the stars
So brilliant and so bright
What we were, what we are
Let's learn it all tonight
Let's fly up on past mars
From where we ran away
Healing Homeworld's old scars
We'll take you there someday
Yes, we come from the stars
But now we can't go back
Least not to open arms
For fear of an attack
But one day we'll show you
That land from where we came
But know that once we do
Things will not be the same
So let's go to the stars
Like diamonds in the sky
What we were, what we are
Up in a ship on high
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC