Jason Pattew
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Evil has met its match, in me.
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Sept 1, 2005 8:46:11 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 1, 2005 8:46:11 GMT -5
I received a go ahead to post poems in the fanfic section. Anybody can post poems, not just comments about the poems. Anyway, I best be off typing.^^
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 1, 2005 8:57:36 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 1, 2005 8:57:36 GMT -5
This is a poem I found inspiration from Lily's signature: Heaven can wait. And all I've got is time until the end of time. And I know that I've been released, But I don't know to where, I got a taste of paradise. That's all I really need to make me stay.
"I saw them! I saw my parents!"
But, Harry, they never really left... Heaven Can Wait.
I shall post the poem in the following message.
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 1, 2005 9:07:00 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 1, 2005 9:07:00 GMT -5
Heaven Can Wait
They died protecting him, He who defies Lord Voldemort; They sacrificed thier lives for him, He who defies all odds.
They stood one by one, Between him and the Dark Lord; They knew they would not have won, For only he can battle Voldemort.
Those we loved are never truly gone, Despite the fact they have died; Through the actions you have done, Harry you found them all inside.
Beautiful Lily Evans, charming James Potter, Died while you were one; Loyal Sirius Black, your faithful godfather, Fell when Bellatrix won.
The headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, Greatest wizard of all time; One all admired and adored, Fell too from his prime.
From ashes they shall rise again, Just as Fawkes has done; They will guide you through happiness and pain, 'Cause Harry, they have never truly gone.
Be strong Harry, be strong, for them.
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 1, 2005 9:40:54 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 1, 2005 9:40:54 GMT -5
A Tribute to the Marauders
One charming, one witty; One gentleman, one cowardly; Four friends, each with a history; Bound to leave behind a legacy.
Toil and trouble, a misfit's brew; And they were trouble as they grew. Soon however, tides were to turn; They were swept along, in destiny's little urn.
One turned to love, Peaceful as a dove; One turned to friends, To all ends; One turned to books, Welcomed among the folks; One turned to enemies, his was not known for loyalty.
When alls done and past, Two have gone, not to last;
A tribute to you, Marauders, Messrs Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail, I salute you.
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 1, 2005 9:53:29 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 1, 2005 9:53:29 GMT -5
That's all for now, I'll be back with more...^^
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Sept 1, 2005 15:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Devin Smithers on Sept 1, 2005 15:14:17 GMT -5
-ooohs and aaahhs- I love 'em! I hate it when people say it's so easy, cause I've tried and I can't rhyme to save my life! They're very well written! -applauds-
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 2, 2005 5:22:49 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 2, 2005 5:22:49 GMT -5
=bows= Thanks^^ I like writing, well, basically anything, except fanfics and novels. I just can't focus on one thing long enough. =glances at half done novel growling in dusty corner=
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 2, 2005 5:27:41 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 2, 2005 5:27:41 GMT -5
Hmm, I was feeling strangely detached before writing this. Anyway, this is a poem on what Harry might have felt if he had just broken down, not likely though...
Pain
I seldom cry, I never could, I lock my hurt inside; I hunger to feel, as one with food, But it seems my heart has died.
I see them fall, one by one, All to protect me; They knew they wouldn't have won, Yet they bow to destiny.
Why must they go? Please come back, I never wanted this; Should I triumph, bring hope, all that, The victory would not be mine but his.
For all I loved and hold dear, Would be gone and lost; This alone is what I fear, The sense of loss, loss, loss...
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Jason Pattew
Student
Evil has met its match, in me.
Posts: 179
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Poems.
Sept 2, 2005 5:29:16 GMT -5
Post by Jason Pattew on Sept 2, 2005 5:29:16 GMT -5
This poem is dedicated to Twiggy!!
The Suave Misfit
Hair as black as coal, with a heart of gold; Never put him with his friends, For troubles will never end.
Girls swoon, moon, fall head over heels, For he has a look that can kill; The Devil himself, some may say, Other state he's an angel any day.
Named after the dog star, Sirius, One thing for sure, he is never serious; Black is his surname, black as the night, With eyes that glitter in the light.
Girls, watch out, whenevr he passes, His look can kill, so do his glances; The heart throb of Hogwarts, excluding Slytherin, Know this one thing, his heart is not easy to win.
In his family, he is a rebel, His position is their eyes have long since fell; But Sirius doesn't care, no, his friends matter more, Three cheers, Sirius Black, you are a true Gryffindor!!
Hip Hip HURRAY!!!
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