Wednesday, August 24, 2011

We think about it
Sing about it
Dream about it
Lose sleep worrying about it
Love is a promise
A souvenir
When we don't have it
We search for it
When we do have it
We don't know what to do with it
But fear losing it
Love is never wanting to lose faith
Never wanting to give up
And never truly moving on
It is a constant souce of pleasure and pain
But we don't know which it will be
From one moment to the next
Love is knowing and praying
In the deepest part of your heart
That they feel the same

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

It All Ends Here

Tonight, we say goodbye to our childhoods, some of the best friends we’ve ever had, characters that were more real than fictional, the best teachers in the world, role models and for some of us, the one thing that could always bring us happiness.At some point, it was no longer a story. Somewhere among the four thousand plus words and seven books, it all became real. Harry Potter has given me everything. For a girl who lives through the lives of fictional characters and wants nothing more but to live anything but normaly, finding that scrawny boy with the lightning scar was life changing.

We have learned to be brave, intelligent, hard-working, ambitious. We have realized that you can never judge a book by its bespectacled, mysterious, small, bushy-haired, carefree cover. Forgiveness is vital, that we shouldn’t dwell on dreams and forget to live, and that we are always stronger together than apart. We know that it’s levio-SUH, not levio-SAH, that even the smallest person can be a hero, and that our expectations for schools are now impossibly high. Red, blue, green and yellow aren’t just colors and to always keep a bezoar in our pockets, just in case. We know to never pity the dead, to sacrifice ourselves before others, to never doubt the power of a library and to have faith. Above all, that the most important thing we have in this world is love. Because our love will keep this story alive. It doesn’t all end here, because we won’t let it. We aren’t merely a fandom. We’re a group of people who have been touched by the greatest story ever told, and therein our hope lies.

In the words of the incomparable JK Rowling, the woman who has changed our lives forever, “The stories we love best do live in us forever, so whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”

Thank you, Harry. For everything

Monday, July 26, 2010

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

All I need
Is my one star in the sky
To wish for you everyday
And even though I know
We're far apart
It helps to think that
We might be wishing
On the same bright star
I remember when
We walked upon the beach
Under those stars
And when we got tierd
We would lie flat upon the sand
And look up
We had the sky up there
All speckled with them
And I would think to myself
That if I could reach up
And hold a star
For everytime you've made me smile
The entire evening sky
Would be in the palm of my hand

You Don't Belong

If there ever was a moment
I wish I could forget
It would be the moment that I met you
The moment that you settled into my heart
And refused to leave
Because then I could go to sleep at night
Not knowing
There was someone like you out there
Because it's impossible to be friends with someone
When everytime you look at them
You're thinking about how much more
You really want
Just you and I foever more
But in reality
We must come back to our senses and realization
Back to a world we wish to escape
Awakened by the truth
Of what's right
What's wrong
And what's not ours
Because loving you
Is like trying to touch a star
I know I can never reach you
But I can't help but try

Friday, July 23, 2010


Love begins with a smile

It carves itself a home
In your already delicate heart
Weakening it

Love grows with a kiss

It fills a jar with them
Places it precariously, so that
With one accidental bump
It could come crashing down
Tearing love apart

Love ends with a teardrop

The fragile heart to weak
To hold loves weight
It runs around leaving regrets
And scars

Hopeless love please leave me
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all


I love writing
I love the swirl and swing of words
As they tangle with human emotions
The inner music the words make
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking
What I'm looking at
What I see
What it means
What I want
And what I fear
I fill the paper
With the outpouring of my heart

Thursday, July 22, 2010

A Chance Encounter

Sarah pushed her way through the already crowded plane towards seat M22. The constant chatter as everyone settled into their seats rang through the cabin and Sarah wished they would quiet down. She wasn't happy about being woken up at four in the morning by her boss and learning she had a seven o'clock flight to San Fransico to meet with the owner of the company she worked for. Her boos wouldn't even tell her why she was needed, she just needed to get her butt on that plane. It didn't help that she was on a plane either, she hated flying. The turbulance always made her air sick and she got off the plane feeling jet-lagged and wishing she was shooting the breeze in her sky blue VW bug, enjoying the sights and relaxing aura of traveling by car.
"Five mintutes until take-off folks." The pilots voice rang loud and clear through the cabin.
"Finally, I want to get this over with." Sarah muttered in exapseration.
She took her place in the aisle seat and settled in for a long ride.
Just as she closed her eyes a mans voice exclaimed
"Excuse me, but I believe that seat next to your's is mine, mind if i squeeze through?"
Sarah opened her eyes to the face of a man roughly twenty seven, with short brown hair and a dazzling smile. As she gazed into his bright blue eyes something moved inside her. It was "love at first sight" you could say. Then as quickly as it had come, it was gone, and she was left gawking at the man, who was still smiling.
"Oh um, yeah sorry." Embarassed, Sarah stood up and let the man sit down.
Eight minutes later they were comfortably up in the air. Stewards were taking drink orders and asking if anyone would like a set of headphones.
"I'm John by the way." Sarah turned her face away from the window and smiled. "Nice to meet you John. I'm Sarah."