Just so you know...

Hey all. I just wanted to point out that the fandom if Hobbitlock exists. It is real. Just wanted to point that out. 

Potter Poems

Hey! How's it going? Good? Great!

So on to business...

 So it goes without saying that when some one identifies themselves as an Anglophile, they love Harry Potter, also. Well, I do, very much so, and I was reminded of this fact whilst going through my writing from this past school year. 

I found a collections of poems that I had sorta forgotten about that I had written for my Lit. class. I had entered them into a national writing competition and got an honorable mention for them. Needless to say I am very proud, (And I say that in the humblest way possible.)  

Any, who. I thought I'd share them with you all. Let me know what you think! 

*Note. These are the works of Myah Parker (me). Please do not plagiarize, or use any or all of these works without permission. THANKS! ^_^

Harry’s Love.

What is this feeling inside my chest,

That makes me stir and keeps me from rest?

Her face like a raindrop, a flower in snow

At her call I will run, to her side I will go.

Such sorrow I feel when she tells me goodbye,

My stomach churns; my eyes smart as I cry.

And when she smiles, oh it brings me such glee!

Her eyes flash bright and I am suddenly free!

Yet, alas, concealed my love shall remain.

For when I glance in the glass I cannot detain

I am boy with a scar; not suited for her charm.

This simple notion brings my soul much harm.

I shall miss her crimson hair, her pale completion.

Oh how I wish I could show her affection!

My case is hopeless; there is not any help for’t,

To be with her I must first destroy Voldemort.

The Fall

A quiet plea, the last on his lips

Bright green light fills his eyes,

And from the tallest tower he tips,

Crumpled and dead, he falls from the sky.

His white beard flaps, his spectacles shine;

A blackened hand pokes out of his robes.

All of his wisdom, his brain molded by time,

His life lived full; never did he mope.

Many lives he did touch; people loved him so.

Always a spring in his step, phoenix in tow.

His death will be mourned; of this night they will weep,

After this tragedy, no one will sleep.

Was this slaughter, or was it thoughtful plan?

His blue eyes had no fear, just ideas for ahead

Yet now he lies like a fallen bird with a large wingspan;

                                           Face relaxed, sleeping, in a soft, grassy bed.                         

Hogwarts

The sun sets, glittering as it mixes with magic.

The giant squid’s lake is far from tragic;

Mermaids swim far below, singing their song.

Centaurs roam in the forest, majestic and strong.

They made me believe in what was lost;

They brought warmth to my heart; melted the frost.

The stars are what guide them, but they guide me.

I look for them in every puddle, behind every tree.

Owls swish through the sky, hunting for food;

Students sit down to study, yet aren’t in the mood.

Paper quickly turns into bullets; quills into swords,

All their troubles forgotten until the morn.

Do they know how the made me feel?

That they gave me hope; made me feel surreal?

What are the chances? A million to one,

To have friends like them when the day is done.

A ten-foot man strolls about the grounds,

By his side, his huge blood hound.

As the air grows colder, the pup loudly snorts;

The giant then laughs as they take in Hogwarts.

This place is my home; it’s where I run when I’m sad.

When I’m here it’s impossible to ever stay mad.

The lovely moments I spend here I shall never rue;

Here is where I fly; where my dreams come true.

The Curtain

By the Arch of Stone dripping in dark

The brave-hearted dog gives his last haughty bark.  

The red light hits him, freezing his face

From the stone floor he tips, falling to space.

Through the curtain he falls, to the gloomy hole

To disappear forever, to be a whispering soul.

No body will be found to place in a grave;

For him it’s too late, nothing can be saved.

On this side of the drape, hearts are broken.

Tears come to eyes, but feelings are left unspoken.

While several worlds have shattered, the earth still spins

The battle continues, and now, for Sirius, they must win.  

Basilisk

Mystic beasts roam the forest floors;

All of them with fangs, claws, poison, and more.

The moon men will howl, the pale men will bite;

They all will give you a terrible fright.

Now be warned that they are not the only dark gliders.

You must be aware of the terrible spider.

Big and black and awfully hairy,

Fifteen feet tall, and utterly scary.

He has but one deathly foe,

With scaly skin and eyes that glow.

With a body that glides and mouth that hiss

Is the giant snake- the Basilisk.

Hope you enjoyed these! 

~Have a cup of tea on me. XO

Case of the Cumber-Cold

So, to start off this blog, I find it necessary to pay tribute to my favorite actor of all time. He's gorgeous, talented, has a voice that sounds like a jaguar inside a violin, and I'm pretty sure he makes ever other man on earth feel inadequate. 

I am, of course talking about the one, the only, 

Benedict Cumberbatch 

Yep. ;)

I mean, hot dang, look at this smile! 

( If you are not melting at this, then you obviously have not seen  him act. If you have seen him act and do no love his face... Well lets face it... There is no way you've seen him act and NOT be head over heels. Now, for those of you have not seen him work his magic on screen, please do see him soon. Really, you have no excuse, Startrek is a huge hit right now, and Sherlock is fantastic, you'll be made fun of if you don't watch them. ) 

Can a man be more perfect? And it's not really his face that I'm in love with. I mean, sure, oof, it is flawless, but it is really the person, who he is, that I am transfixed by. 

And TRUUST me. I'm not the only one love lorn. There is a whole fandom of us. A FANDOM!! I swear, Benedict is the first man ever to have a fandom all to himself. Would you like to know what we are called?

Or Cumberbabes depending on your preference. 

SO COME ONE, COME ALL, AND JOIN OUR FANDOM!! 

Ok, done now. More stuff coming soon, but until next time fellow Cumberbabes!  

~Have a cup of tea on me. XO