"patronum" poems
I say lumos hoping the darkness in my life would fade
I say reparo to see if my broken heart could mend
I say alohomora wishing all the doors would open
I wish there was any spell that could fix my heart that has been broken
I see the dementors,they are everywhere.
They want to kiss away all my happiness
I scream expecto patronum wishing they would disappear
But they are still here, guess my soul will never repair
I scream crucio to feel the pain, but I am numb
I say imperio to take control of my life but it all seems so dumb
'Avada kedavara' I screamed to **** this feel
But guess my pain has no heal
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
"I await a guardian."
Shrouded forms who wrench and weave the hidden things I can't percieve,
into twisted thoughts of rage and woe
which drag me through the flames below.
"I await a guardian."
Bony fingers who clench.
Macabre lips who **** to kiss.
Weapons of hunger, instruments of fear...
"I await a guardian."
Joy becomes a distant memory,
replaced with bells that clang and roar.
The light has passed the spectrum,
fading to a shade of emptiness.
Kneeling in the dirt with
hands across my face; demons mistlike in their flight embrace my sorrow,
their sweet delight.
"I await a guardian."
All I need, is hopelessly gone.
All I need is hope... gone.
All I need is hope.
All I need... hope.
I need hope.
...hope.
HOPE.
What brightness in brilliance through such confines of the black. Shadows cannot hide when you shine like the sun.
The brazen bells have silenced and the mist is all but clear, scattered in the lucent are abandoned tools of fear.
"I await a guardian?"
I have become the guardian.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Dementors show up,
“Expecto Patronum!” Aye!
You’re my happy thought.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Disheartened by the bruised memories of the past,
you reassured me at the end of the day,
I am bound to be okay
and this too shall pass.
You are special;
you are unique;
you are precious.
The words you said that made me realise my worth.
At times you were preoccupied with your busy schedule,
you were still there for me,
always ready to listen
to all of my worries even when you’re in a hurry.
Hugs are my favourite sweater,
and you are my favourite teacher.
Your duty of care taught me
that there is so much more
than mere sadness in the dark.
I’ve never felt so safe
in your comforting presence
I can’t thank you enough
for your words that speak with utmost divine wisdom
suffusing the profound
and tenebrous depths of my soul;
your voice echoed with blinding light.
Your expecto patronum
and the colour of your eyes
brought up a whole spectrum of colours
in my world of black and white.
You inspire me to be happy
to simply live
to smile no matter what
and to always have a heart.
(s.m)
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC