Some days rain has character and honesty. Wide horizontal streaks slam their giant feet on the soggy fields, the peaty vegetable patches and the almost black asphalt pavement, as if to make a grand point – summer is taking early leave this year, so don’t even hope for more warmth.
This summer I spent falling in love – a brilliant follow up to the natural spring tendency. It was a collision of two careful caterpillars under glass jars – the personal armour built on negative experience sang in the breeze, as neither were brave enough to let the other past, knocking on each other’s self-preservation instincts. However, no material is eternal. Glass breaks, ice sculptures melt and caterpillars, mimicking snails, find themselves under another’s protection and home.
This is no caravan.
Still looking at the world from the upturned wine glass, which I shall leave willingly or unwillingly, liquid hotness spreads over my nose and eyes. It’s so familiar and expected, as if I’d written it for myself and I am following a poetry verse by memory.
The next morning I wake up with a baby shell, fragile, begging to be broken, for I am a human, not a titan.

Don't get too close.
You won't stop me takin' this over dose.
My heart has froze.
Everyone knows.
I'm too exposed.
That's why my speech flows.
From verse to prose.
My temper grows.
Then it blows.
I suppose.
This just shows.
The extent of my woes.
Weeping like willows.
Head on my pillow.
Down this pill. Oh.
There I go.
Out the window.
Street lamps glow.
Won't stop, no.
Won't come home.
Not 'till I've grown.
Leave behind my telephone.
I'll run alone.
Don't you moan.
Don't you groan.
Now that you're lone-
ly.
I've set myself free.
You could'a had me.
And now you'll see.
Three.
2
1
I'm gone.

-Harry

I'm a party animal.
An animal all together.
Whatever
The weather.
You'll find me unteathered.
Light as a feather.
See you're quite clever.
You'd probably never.
Get with me ever.
But indulge in pleasure.
There's no one better.
I don't meen to brag, but I can sever.
Your problems for a night.
I'll make you feel right.
You're such a sight.
Wearin' those tights.
Beautiful, bright.
You really are quite.
Atractive.
Now my mind's active.
And the fact is.
I can't talk to girls.
Everything blurs.
And I blurt.
My words.
Then I turn.
And leg it.
Like I'm runnin' from the law.
I can feel it my core.
That was poor.
Drink a bit more.
Then head towards.
The door.
Light up a cigarette.
Wipe away the sweat.
Take in a deep breath.
And try again.
-Harry

The Problem

No matter how clever you are in your head
All they want instead is some words on a page
Ignoring your talent in other areas just wanting words on a page
Shaping ,sorting and slotting people into areas like they are just faceless creatures.I choke on their red tape i spit on there idea of society
B?

Day Dream.

Goodbye everyone, it's been nice knowin you.
Time to fly the coop, and I'm damn well going to.
Flowing through.
In a brand new suit.
On my way from an interview.
Six digit salary and car to match.
Top floor pent-house in a real nice patch.
Alcohol from an imported batch.
Look at me now, I'm such a catch.
I got more money than I can spend in a life time.
So come n see me for the time of your life.
Whether you're single or someone's wife.
It don't matter when it's me you're astride.
When you guide.
My hand to your side.
My hand to your thighs.
Because you've got that naughty look in your eyes.
Look at the size.
Of the parties I'm at.
Would you look at that.
I made it on GCSE's
All these opportunities.
I seized.
I'm so damn pleased.
You wouldn't believe.
It was me.
And now you see me.
On the T.V
I'm famous.
And shameless.
With a reputaintion that's stainless.
And an ace career.
Reporters always near.
Spend cash with out fear.
Talk about my school years.
And thank my peers.
For making me this.
That lanky streak of piss.
All those hit's never missed.
And now you wish.
You have half of what I've got.
Well guess what.
You've not.

Then reality hits.
I just failed A levels.
Shit.
Lying in my pit.
Feelin dead and un fit.
I blew it.I knew it.
I didn't persue it.
Better get a hustle on.
Don't wanna be broke long.
Get my arse into gear.
Get my mind clear.
Maybe I need the fear.
To make me move.
So I can prove.
I didn't need them lessons to.
Get a job.
Where I earn lots.
I'll draw up plots.
To earn a livin'
I aint givin'
In again.
That's too plain.
And simple.
I'll get paid.
Amazin' amounts.
And by bank account.
Will fill to the brim.
And I will grin.
At the fact.
That.
I'll have millions.
My day dream made real.

Harry.

The politicians, they work on their sun tan.
While our boys give their lives in Afganistan.
Why don't we bring them home while we still can?
Or maybe the Government doesn't have a real plan.
They don't bat an eye lid at this conflict in the sand.
I just hope they know all the blood is on their hands.

I don't quite get what they're doin'
Or what real goal they're persuin'
They call it a war on terror.
But that's where they made the error.
They still plant bombs on the road side.
That's why so many soldiers have died.
So pull them out while they're alive.
While they're alive.

See, I wanna join 'n' fight.
But I wanna do it for a cause that's right.
I aint gonna gaurd someone's oil.
As that was a cause of this termoil.
Now there's men buried in the soil.
And the papers' go mad when they send in a Royal.
Like he's got some image he could spoil.
It's a load of hubble, bubble, toil.
And Trouble.

I don't quite get what they're doin'
Or what real goal they're persuin'
They call it a war on terror.
But that's where they made the error.
They still plant bombs on the road side.
That's why so many soldiers have died.
So pull them out while they're alive.
While they're alive.

Just get them home.

Harry

She said "I love you."
Well if that's true.
How come you.
Flew.
Withdrew.
I have no clue.
This hurts too.
Much for me.
Can't you see?
I'm on my knees.
Won't you please.
Listen, Seize.
My arm.
Marks of self harm.
An you're alarmed.
You're not calm.
You won't talk, or even look.
Why the fuck.
Did I pluck.
Up the Courage to spill my guts.
I'm in a rut.
Here I'm stuck.

I smashed myself.
Fuck my health.
Took a wealth.
Of pain.
Again.
Here it's plain.
To see.
The bruise on my cheek.
Hear me speak.
Cool metal pole, or a fist to the face.
Eithers good.
Both bring blood.
Now lie me down, under the mud.
Coffin closed.

Dig me up.
Wash off the mud.
Refill the blood.
And give me a hood.
To hide beneath.
I'm like a thief.
But all too nice.
To take my life.
By pill or knife.
I'll stay to fight.
And in the night.
You'll find me right.
Beneath the light.
In plain sight.
High as a kite.
As I bite.
At a reputation.
Of self mutlilation.
Look at the inflamation.
As it bleeds.
My flow it feeds.
My soul it pleeds.
To be set free.
Of this depression.
And aggression.
Harry