Harry Is A Poet

And I rose. I wove jovially at the odd collection of individuals around me The pillow of air bellowed out below swallowing all I could see A transparent bubble of separation giving an indication of reality The untouchable. The others. The ever further away. I was swept into the aether as it took me where it may. And I rose. Going up now, going up ever ever higher I was excited, yet only via aid I...

Alright, sit back and settle in. Let me describe how your evening has gone so far. A good friend of yours has dragged you along to a party. He's currently trying to stand up while chatting to a girl in the corner. He's having about equal success at both. That leaves you alone. The party itself is decent. The drinks are about the right level of cheapness. The house has just less seating space than...

I'm always kind of amused, whenever I find myself on stage. Of all the emotions I feel, it's never fear or rage I never want to strike out. I never want to hide Just a curiosity. To find out what is inside. See, I'm placed here before you all today. All 6tf1 of post-teenage angst and decay All of you see me, standing right here All of you waiting for me. And I don't fear See, some people get stage...

You may not know, but earth gets a regular visitor. And I mean regular, as in, with regularity. It's far from a common occurrence But, well, I like to imagine there's a purpose to the visit. That, far far away, a grand council of others spotted this planet That they saw it developing, so young as it then was. And, for the purposes of science and stories The decided that, every 3 generations, they...

I hate this first bit. Always have, always will Never quite enjoyed this thrill A clench of fists, my teeth grit The countdown begins I do a check - I've got my things The safety announcement Please lift up your cabin trays Check how to exit on the displays Departure is now imminent I strap in real tight, fumbling I can hear the engines rumbling This trip is quite short Due to last a mere two days...

There is no more beautiful or treacherous pleasure to indulge in as a man than to enjoy crying To let emotion pour from you, your face dripping with the betrayal of what society demands For once, you can be honest. For once, you can not hide. Most of the time, we have to bottle up our tears Drink them down with the rest of our sorrows Tattoo them on the inside of our eyelids So that only when we b...

I've got a little tip for you It's how to perk yourself up, when you need to It wont get you to elated levels of exuberance To be described as someone consumed with ebullience Rather quaintly, its just a little tip Some small advice, an oddly trick So let me get to it, I've been rambling a while It's known some parts as the two part smile First smile small, don't show your teeth And hold your brea...

Listen up, as I help you: Remove the dichotomy Lose the lobotomy And stop your world view from shrinking Despite the polarity Realise that contrariety Does not only equal two ways of thinking Alright, let's rewind it back a little When I was just a young cur As most of us once were I would struggle to see more than two sides So when I'd want an opposition My natural disposition Was to take the fir...

Sometimes, I want to strike out And I want an opponent too I want them to know exactly what I'm about As I strike them with the old one-two Yes, my friends, the one two classic. If you haven't heard of it let me explain The move is so old it's practically Jurassic To cause both types of pain You start with the verbal retort To render them confused and stunned Then you come out physical, to end the...

In august 2014, I wrote a story over the month. I wrote a fresh one every 2/3 days, 11 in total. I didn't really feel like changing my recording schedule, so I've combined it all together since it felt more like one long poem anyway. Sadly, it's over the character limit for my posts. So here's the prologue, you can find the rest through the link (or by listening to the podcast). *** Story: In whic...

It's 1900, and the seed, carried by the wind from its parent, finally finds a home in the soil and take route. It's 1901, Queen Victoria has just died. The British empire spans most of the globe. The first Nobel prize is awarded. The tree is one years old, and not very tall. It's 1914, World War is declared. The entirety of the world is up in arms. Humanity gambles with its own extinction for the...

In case you weren't aware, my Dad is old. It's not his, fault. He's been old since I was born. But back then he was only old. Now he's old. Like, he's now nearly 50 old. And, even though I haven't been around for much of it, I feel like I added at least half of those myself. Multiply that by 3 extra siblings, And you might finally understand how my Dad is wiser and wearier than his years. Alright,...

There's a lot of static in modern day life On a frequency that we just don't tune to But we catch little snippets and sentences But don't usually focus long enough to realise That's how it is for the news for me I'll catch a story every once in a while But the rest of the time it's just static Impersonal. Uninteresting. Irrelevant. "Today a young man in Liverpool went....Kids today I swear....The...

So, here's the thing. I'm just at the stage in my life where my decisions have just a bit more impact than I'm comfortable with. That what I decide to do now may just end up affecting the rest of my life. And, well, that's not the easiest thing in the world for me to deal with. In a pre-mid-life crisis The best advice is to try not to panic and shout So get on my page As I preach from the stage to...

It was not a pretty conclusion I came to But I had to concede that it was true That I am a product of this day and age That I didn't write the book of which I make my page It really was painful to realise That I would view the world with different eyes That, were I born a hundred years prior Being offended at misogyny would make me a liar Were I in a different place and time, I would most likely t...

I don't want to be young again. I don't want to be young again, because I try not to forget there were bad things about being young To have to still be doing work I don't care for To still be embarrassed about not getting drunk To be ashamed to develop talents To have to relive teenage mood swings To not yet be really thinking for myself. Yeah, I don't really want to be young again, because I'd ha...

This is dedicated to labour without gain To labouring with pain Even as it all still feels the same And going on sans shame With neither result nor fame To the psychiatrist, trying day after day To cure a patient, to get through some way To the teacher working to break though to a kid Even if just trying the same thing they already did To the benched athlete, trying to improve his skill To the str...

There's a mythology around last words They supposedly have more impact than all others The parting imprint we impart on those about to depart Whether they're the last words of life or last words to an ex-lover How can a few words sum up All the experiences that have gone before Whenever I've found myself saying last words I always want just a few last words more Right now, I want to talk about and...

I'm stuck in a rut, and this rut is sticky No signs of escape to roads out of this city I'm just paying my dues from a bankrupt account Struggling to earn enough capital letters to spell it out This repetition has become it's own deja vu A copy of a copy of not knowing what to do So I'm though. I'm not gonna take it no more. Wait, did you like that? Let me do an encore. I'm sick to death of this i...

When I dream, I dream of stars and rainbows. I dream of flying to distant lands and fighting pirates I dream of worlds I don't live in. I live here, why would I dream about it as well? I don't dream about what product I can sell I don't dream about where my life is heading I'm sure I will, but while I'm not dreaming yet I don't mind following someone else's dreams for a while But I want to follow...

While I was playing with magic objects one day I came across a strange instrument indeed I knocked it in a very particular way And out of it some parchment was duly freed It was scrunched, as though placed back in a rush It had one big clear line, with disclaimers underlying "View your future today!" was written in bold brush "Though you can't change your future, except by dying" It would be fanta...

I don't think people realise just how recently I've come out of my inner shell. On the outside I was always sociable and interactive I would always tell people about what I'd done. But never who I was I've always held beliefs that I don't really talk about For example, as a pacifist Christian, it's amazing how rarely I discuss these beliefs (possibly out of a desire to still have friends). It's sa...

I did not dance to please the crowds No, I danced just for me I danced hard and I danced loud As I became the symphony I danced because it filled in my veins Because I felt the rhythm I danced because it healed all pains And closed up every schism I danced to know I could dance at all To marvel that my feet could tap in time I danced because it made me tall Even as the beat began to climb I danced...

If I tell you I find you beautiful. (Which I would absolutely love to by the way) I mean just that. That I think you are a beautiful human being. And I don't just mean in physical beauty, Though I definitely can't discount that. I mean there is beauty in the way you talk In the way you think, act, and walk. I don't mean that I want to enter a relationship I don't mean that I want to sleep with you...

Content Warning: self-harm A lot of my life I spend confused. Not knowing what to do. I would desperately love to have the answers to everything, but I just don't. Sometimes there are no right answers. Sometimes this means I make a fool of myself. Those are the times I can deal with. This is dedicated a friend who will likely never read this. One skill I've wanted badly from a young age is to noti...