"dobby" poems
"Wingardium Leviosa!" that's your spell.
But it didn't work, I didn't float
I fell.
"Alohamora!" you said to my heart
and again "Accio!" to find its broken parts.
We can love each other forever and always
like Snape to Lily.
Be hysterical and weird
like Bellatrix crazy.
Let's run away and be free;
free as an elf like Dobby.
A sock makes him happy, little things count.
It's precious just like this love I found.
You know, you're not that different from Harry.
Without the scar, you're the boy who lived for me.
It's like the world vanishes when we're this close,
time feels both slow and fast,
our words echoes.
You're as keen as the Ravenclaw
seeing beauty hidden in every flaw.
Loveable like the mark of the badger,
got that trait of Slytherin clever.
I found what I was searching for.
You, my strong-heart lion of Gryffindor.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I wish for thy.
My masters are cruel and mean and sly.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
Oh how I wish to be my own “man”.
I wish for wages and clothes, instead of doing my master’s evil plan.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I can almost taste it when I am with him.
Not suppose to help him, I am not, but if I don’t his future is grim.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I found in a form of a sock.
Master was tricked, it was quite a shock.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
though life is great now, it still is not fine.
No one wants a house elf that has demands like mine.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
An old man was so kind.
He gave me a job and pay and time off to unwind.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
the dark lord is back.
I will do all I can to help my young wizard friends counterattack.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I think my time here has to come to an end.
Glad I am to leave in the arms of my friend.
(Rest in Peace Dobby)
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Dobby's ideas,
Are more of a glitch.
Flesh memories,
Buried in a snitch.
Life is tough,
And such a heavy fight.
When dark times encircle you,
Remember to Turn on the light.
Weasley twins are strong,
More like human beaters
The world is not divided
Into good people and death eaters.
For in dreams,
We enter a world entirely our own.
Turn to page number
Three hundred and ninety four.
Dumbledore smiled,
Everyone has bad days.
Snape replied,
Always.
The people we love,
Leave us never.
The stories we love best,
Do live in us forever.
Cause the books we truly love,
Right back, they love us.
Draco, Dormiens,
Nunquam, Tittilandus.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
generation d
generation depressed bold, underlined, size 12, arial
generation death is no longer a want it's a need, look at the eyebags this education chose to breed
generation dizzy this tequila doesn't burn as much as your name on the tip of my tongue does
generation dish your depression jokes on a platter, serve it warm, cold, frozen - whatever makes you laugh goes, right?
generation dobby is not a ******* free elf
generation dopamine, because honestly, where the **** is mine
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Bobby Shafto
Went to see
Queens Of The Stone Age
Without Me.
With your silver buckles
On your knees -
The Navy's answer to
Dita Von Teese?
And you think it highly likely
That you're gonna marry Kylie
When you next come
Home from sea.
Please.
You are no longer
My Facebook Friend
Bobby down a mineshaft go
Bobby Thunderbirds are go
Bobby HomeAlone on your mobile phone?
You poncy little princess
But I digress.
Have I mentioned
You're no longer my Facebook Friend?
Bobby.
Dobby.
Shafto
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
He always asks me why.
"Why are you so sorry?"
Well, let me count the reasons on my fingers
even though I'd need more hands than just my own.
- I'm sorry that I care too much and not enough at the same time
- I'm sorry I say the wrong thing at the wrong time
- I'm sorry the moon hides when the sun comes, and the sun for the moon
- I'm sorry I keep talking about him, he's all I can think about
- I'm sorry I keep losing atoms
- I'm sorry I have worry thoughts that cloud my brain like smoke
- I'm sorry I like the smallest stars better than the bigger ones
- I'm sorry I can't write poetry
- I'm sorry I like stupid boy bands
- I'm sorry California is so far away
- and that I can't drive
- I'm sorry I like 90s TV shows and movies more than the ones they play now
- I'm sorry I don't have more hands (then maybe I could keep my head held high)
- I'm sorry I bolted at the mall when I saw them
- I'm sorry I never said goodbye to Popou, even though Jimmy kept telling me to, even though they said he wasn't going to die that night
- I'm sorry the chemicals in my brain don't work right (but I'm trying really hard to fix it)
- I'm sorry my anxiety rules my life, because that is not who I am
- and I'm sorry for saying sorry so much
- for being a hypocrite
- and spending too much of my time on Netflix
- I'm sorry chameleons never get a chance to be themselves
- I'm sorry it took me so long to get over him
- I'm sorry that I don't believe you
- I'm sorry that they don't have Wawa's on the west coast
- and I'm sorry Dobby died
I'm sorry to you, too, for all of these reasons.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
A few years ago
I was a oddball
and it wasn't cool
to like twilight
or have your uniform
tucked into your skit
it wasn't cool
to have erasers
shaped like hello kitty
in the ninth grade
I was an oddball
but I wasn't alone
I had a friend
my best friend
and she was important
I was an oddball
and I wasn't able to notice
whispers and giggles
behind my back
I was able to notice
the loud noises at home
but I left them alone
sometimes
not often enough
I was an oddball
and my friend decided she had had enough
of being associated with that oddball
and when I needed her
she left
to another group of people
leaving me alone
and suddenly vulnerable
I noticed it then
a bit too much
the giggles in school
the loudness at home
the silence in my soul
the loss of will
you didn't shatter me
not at all
you just shattered a wall
I had built
to tell myself
that not all people were bad
maybe I would just know one
or two
but you were three
and i lost my ability to lie
to myself
and say everything was alright
because it wasn't
alright
and I couldn't lie
and the sadness
oh the sadness
was a tide
a hurricane
a tsunami
and I was lost
in a war
within myself
I waited
so long
for someone to save me
I waited
for an Edward
or a Harry
or a Dobby
anyone
anyone at all
but no one came
and I was alone
I was so alone
it was depressing
and it took me a while
to realize that I needed to be
my own light
in a world of cruelty
I had started to drown
it was difficult to swim my way out
but I did It
I became my own light
I embraced myself
and I still fight sometimes
with that darkness
the ocean of sadness
but I'm helping myself
because it's true
that in a life of metaphorical darkness
you have to be your own light
it still hurts some days
I still wonder
at 12 am
why was I not enough
because I was sincere
and that wasn't enough
I was honest, and gentle
and that wasn't enough
and I still fight sometimes
with that darkness
that ocean of sadness
but I'm helping myself
because it's true
that in a life of metaphorical darkness
you've got to be your own light
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
what would i see in the mirror of erised?
it's probably like what dumbledore saw—
him, holding a pair of thick, woolen socks
because one can never have enough socks, eh?
remember dobby, a free elf?
dobby, who has no master
because of a sock harry gave?
you understand now?
socks are needed to become free.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
I am an early afternoon,
A setting sun that holds endless possibilities.
I am a floral swing dress one day,
And skinny jeans with heels the next
I am a carefully crafted outfit that represents me, even if it’s too much.
I am winter,
Bringing people together to find warmth and love.
I am purple,
A compromise between red and blue,
A modest yet captivating shade.
I am the soft flannel sheets that keep me warm in bed.
I am the hopeful, loving, giving spirit of Christmas.
I am the cross that symbolizes values and promises.
I am the chocolate cake that makes you forget everything else and just smile.
I am Dobby, always trying to do the right thing for my friends.
I am the sound of a crackling fireplace,
Quiet enough to let your mind roam free, but loud enough for you to know that I’m here to keep you warm.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
"Dude, where is that dog's human?"
"Perhaps Dobby just has no master."
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
I love you
Like you love Harry Potter
Like Luna loves puddings
Like Dobby loves socks
Like Harry loves his parents
Like Hermione loves books
Like Ron loves food
Like Dumbledore loves Hogwarts
Like Hagrid loves his creatures
Like Fred & George love pranks
Like J.K. Rowling loves writing
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
A dead, but ever alive, WhatsApp group.
With the dust of time piling over.
With time wrinkling it, but it never gets old.
After my storm we met again.
But I'd not be who I am without the storm.
What can I say?
We've changed to who we are.
Like tres, we grew up.
The unnatural and the natural, joined up
were and are
Our lives have expanded and burgeoned.
Boyfriends, girlfriends, and what not.
Jobs, studies, life's knots. They taste so sweet
if you know you are moving on
We've became what we were made for.
(really so? I'm still somewhat lost
but I know I'm found in this lostness now)
I will always keep you in my heart
as those who couldn't save me
but tried hard
away but together forever in a sense!
Lives knitted by chance!
But everything is chance in our lives
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC