I just got mugged.
Shrugged.
Wiped away the blood.
And continued to strut.
I'm out of my rut.
No more cut.
Wrists.
This is.
Bliss.
If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
Start from the beginin.
I was never winnin.
Mainly raised by women.
I was thinnin.
Didn't eat a thing.
Hopin somethin.
Would bring.
My daddy back.
But his lack.
Of bein here.
May have brought my tears.
Engaged my fears.
But over the years.
I grown better than what he'd have made me.
And maybe.
It's for the best.
If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
I lost my little cousin.
I remember rushin.
Around, gushin.
Tears.
With my family.
We never got to see.
Her gorw to be.
A happy child, we.
Found out after the funeral.
That the hospital.
Took her organs without permission.
More hurt, blured vission.
From more cyin'
But it made us hard is what I'm tryin.
To say.
I'll always remember that day.
It sticks in my head, in the worst way.
If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
Skip forward, miss out more stuff.
I don't want to gush.
Every.
Bad memory.
I have in me.
But let's see,
Which one next?
My dad cryin over his ex.
After she tried to knife him.
Sink a blade into his skin.
And she still met my face with a sickenin.
Grin.
Knowin.
I'd had to hold my dad up.
While he shook.
From the tears.
And my gears.
In my head.
Grind.
While I try to find,
Somethin' to say.
If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
A few more months.
And I'm stood in front.
Of a mirror while I grunt.
As I slip a blade across my wrist.
Clench my fist.
Face twists.
Vission mists.
Wash the blood down the sink.
While I blink.
Away the moister.
Like mornin due.
It's gone a soon.
As it came.
As is the pain.
But I know I'll do it again.
Just hope I'll become sane.
If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
So now I'm better.
Gettin' wetter.
Standin in the rain.
Waiting for a train.
Have a clear brain.
After havin lain.
My depression to rest.
This is the best.
Time of my life.
And I'm wastin it.
So I'm facin it.
Head on.
If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
-H
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
This warrior metality.
Is apparently.
Bad for me.
While I franticly.
Heat up like the Arctic sea.
Then I'll be.
Fighting with clarrity.
But don't expect charity.
I'll be spittin' blaspheme.
And ask for three.
Seconds, to break free.
I reckon.
I'm a land mine you're stepin'
On,
And I won't be gone.
Till I'm done.
I don't do this just for fun.
So you'd better run.
Because until the day.
That I'm old and grey.
I'll be okay.
Fightin whatever comes my way.
Until I run out of luck.
And I'm finally stuck.
Struck.
Down.
I'll keep goin till I bleed out.
-H
Is apparently.
Bad for me.
While I franticly.
Heat up like the Arctic sea.
Then I'll be.
Fighting with clarrity.
But don't expect charity.
I'll be spittin' blaspheme.
And ask for three.
Seconds, to break free.
I reckon.
I'm a land mine you're stepin'
On,
And I won't be gone.
Till I'm done.
I don't do this just for fun.
So you'd better run.
Because until the day.
That I'm old and grey.
I'll be okay.
Fightin whatever comes my way.
Until I run out of luck.
And I'm finally stuck.
Struck.
Down.
I'll keep goin till I bleed out.
-H
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
And There I go again.
I don't meen to complain and moan.
But lately I've been shown.
Just how you can be blown.
Back, and left alone.
No one rings my telephone.
I feel like we have grown.
So apart.
And now I start.
Feeling like dart.
Passed right through my heart.
And there I go again.
Talking so much of heart break.
And slit wrists, that make my arm ache.
My heart beats like an earth quake.
But your heart beat is so fake.
There's only so much I'll take.
Of you, your like a snake.
In the grass.
A higher class.
And there I go again.
I'm drinkin'Sinkin'Blinkin'away tearswhat was I thinkin'shrinkin'under stars twinklin', light's dimmin'conciousnessthinin'blackness. Your'resotactless. I'mscreamininside.died.blind.Find myself.
And there I go again.
This pain.
Is a train.
Wreck in my brain.
Heck. Am I sane?
I'll ask this pill.
While I take my fill.
Carefull not to spill.
What I drinkin, pig swill?
No, pig's will.
Fly tonight.
Oh right.
Really?
No, but I nearly.
Had you.
Oh wait no I didn't.
Take a sip, stay hidden.
Here I go again.
-Harry
But lately I've been shown.
Just how you can be blown.
Back, and left alone.
No one rings my telephone.
I feel like we have grown.
So apart.
And now I start.
Feeling like dart.
Passed right through my heart.
And there I go again.
Talking so much of heart break.
And slit wrists, that make my arm ache.
My heart beats like an earth quake.
But your heart beat is so fake.
There's only so much I'll take.
Of you, your like a snake.
In the grass.
A higher class.
And there I go again.
I'm drinkin'Sinkin'Blinkin'away tearswhat was I thinkin'shrinkin'under stars twinklin', light's dimmin'conciousnessthinin'blackness. Your'resotactless. I'mscreamininside.died.blind.Find myself.
And there I go again.
This pain.
Is a train.
Wreck in my brain.
Heck. Am I sane?
I'll ask this pill.
While I take my fill.
Carefull not to spill.
What I drinkin, pig swill?
No, pig's will.
Fly tonight.
Oh right.
Really?
No, but I nearly.
Had you.
Oh wait no I didn't.
Take a sip, stay hidden.
Here I go again.
-Harry
Monday, 4 October 2010
I wish I'd not returned.
Wish you could have learned.
I do not want to be.
At school and you will see.
Me leave.
But you begged, please.
Stay, don't go.
But then you throw.
Me away.
Why did I stay?
Just for you.
Now I'm screwed.
And so confused.
I want to be.
In the military.
You played me.
What, you think you'll save me?
I'll still join up.
Wish me luck.
But don't think of.
The boy you'll loose.
Forever.
You will see me, never.
Again.
All the pain.
Inside.
Died.
I'll come home, once or twice.
Would that be nice?
Would you want to see.
What you gave up.
Or would it suck.
Would it hurt.
More than any injury.
I could take?
Would I wake.
In the night.
And want to fight.
My way to you.
But I've out grew you.
Screw you.
I'll be on my ship.
Or in the shit.
And you will miss me.
Or the way you twist me.
Around your finger.
I wont linger.
Any longer.
Some lad will con ya.
Into bed.
While I'll be bein careful not to tred.
On a land mine.
I'm gonna leave this time.
-H
Wish you could have learned.
I do not want to be.
At school and you will see.
Me leave.
But you begged, please.
Stay, don't go.
But then you throw.
Me away.
Why did I stay?
Just for you.
Now I'm screwed.
And so confused.
I want to be.
In the military.
You played me.
What, you think you'll save me?
I'll still join up.
Wish me luck.
But don't think of.
The boy you'll loose.
Forever.
You will see me, never.
Again.
All the pain.
Inside.
Died.
I'll come home, once or twice.
Would that be nice?
Would you want to see.
What you gave up.
Or would it suck.
Would it hurt.
More than any injury.
I could take?
Would I wake.
In the night.
And want to fight.
My way to you.
But I've out grew you.
Screw you.
I'll be on my ship.
Or in the shit.
And you will miss me.
Or the way you twist me.
Around your finger.
I wont linger.
Any longer.
Some lad will con ya.
Into bed.
While I'll be bein careful not to tred.
On a land mine.
I'm gonna leave this time.
-H
Friday, 1 October 2010
Rock and Roll Soul
Rock and Roll Soul
From this day forth I will live a life
Of Rock and Roll,
I announced to my mother the other day. She was speechless
Oh I could never describe the look on her face!
I’m pretty sure
In her mind she had conjured
My metamorphosis into a rebel, an iniquitous blight
With a boorish swagger, high boots,
And jeans OOOOOOHHH SO TIGHT!
Long hair swishing from side to side.
What a FRIGHT!
Before she could topple over, I quickly allayed her fears.
(Like hey, she never really knew me from all those years!)
Mum:
A true proselyte of Rock and Roll
Has communed with the light within his soul.
True, at times he deigns to conform,
And breaks free from the conveyor-belt norm.
Steeped in the sounds of his wild wild youth,
Underneath all the shiny façade he sees the Truth.
Equipped with the mettle to question
All the hegemony and oppression.
An advocate of peace when all the world’s at war,
(And yet somehow they think that he is bizarre!)
Believing that … “all you need is love!”
He sees through his effervescent eyes
Everyone’s sparkle and star-struck lips
Beyond their disguise
He sees
within everyone is a force beyond measure.
Rock on, my brothers!
Having a rock and roll lifestyle is quite handy
When residing in a slumbering planet.
Everything he touches comes alive
Of shades of gleaming gunmetal, screamin’ green, jazzberry jam
And once again the earth is such a sight, amplified.
Night has fallen upon the world,
But for our Rock and Roller, things have just started to get
interesting.
He dusts sandstorms from off his weathered boots
And tenaciously carries on with the show.
YOWWW!
He takes life by the day, and knows how
To flow like water, drift like clouds
And besides,
what better way to express
The world’s moments of ecstasy
and distress
Than through this?
A rocker Rocks On regardless of age,
Of gender, of creed, and of race,
He speaks up on his stage when there is need to be brave,
To eschew all that is base and depraved.
Outrageous like Black Sabbath, but suave like the King,
He will without doubt make your heart sing!
And from that day forth having one like me in the house,
Has made my mum proud.
Because I choose to have a Rock and Roll Soul
Which just means I’m LIVING OUT LOUD!
;D
-Marco (Polo)
PS: I entered this for a performance poetry competition; wish me luck!
From this day forth I will live a life
Of Rock and Roll,
I announced to my mother the other day. She was speechless
Oh I could never describe the look on her face!
I’m pretty sure
In her mind she had conjured
My metamorphosis into a rebel, an iniquitous blight
With a boorish swagger, high boots,
And jeans OOOOOOHHH SO TIGHT!
Long hair swishing from side to side.
What a FRIGHT!
Before she could topple over, I quickly allayed her fears.
(Like hey, she never really knew me from all those years!)
Mum:
A true proselyte of Rock and Roll
Has communed with the light within his soul.
True, at times he deigns to conform,
And breaks free from the conveyor-belt norm.
Steeped in the sounds of his wild wild youth,
Underneath all the shiny façade he sees the Truth.
Equipped with the mettle to question
All the hegemony and oppression.
An advocate of peace when all the world’s at war,
(And yet somehow they think that he is bizarre!)
Believing that … “all you need is love!”
He sees through his effervescent eyes
Everyone’s sparkle and star-struck lips
Beyond their disguise
He sees
within everyone is a force beyond measure.
Rock on, my brothers!
Having a rock and roll lifestyle is quite handy
When residing in a slumbering planet.
Everything he touches comes alive
Of shades of gleaming gunmetal, screamin’ green, jazzberry jam
And once again the earth is such a sight, amplified.
Night has fallen upon the world,
But for our Rock and Roller, things have just started to get
interesting.
He dusts sandstorms from off his weathered boots
And tenaciously carries on with the show.
YOWWW!
He takes life by the day, and knows how
To flow like water, drift like clouds
And besides,
what better way to express
The world’s moments of ecstasy
and distress
Than through this?
A rocker Rocks On regardless of age,
Of gender, of creed, and of race,
He speaks up on his stage when there is need to be brave,
To eschew all that is base and depraved.
Outrageous like Black Sabbath, but suave like the King,
He will without doubt make your heart sing!
And from that day forth having one like me in the house,
Has made my mum proud.
Because I choose to have a Rock and Roll Soul
Which just means I’m LIVING OUT LOUD!
;D
-Marco (Polo)
PS: I entered this for a performance poetry competition; wish me luck!
So now I strap on my armour.
And laugh at the Karma.
You're such a charmer.
But really what are ya?
All I see is a face.
A whore with no tatse.
In a stiuation you placed.
Youself in, a disgrace.
You'll want me when I'm gone.
Cleanin guns.
Four mile runs.
Under an Afgan sun.
And I'll probably think back.
To the way I used to act.
Always tryin to attract.
Your antenntion.
With unmatched afection.
Now I've dealt with rejection.
I'm movin onto reflection.
I'll never write to you, or call you at night.
Never tell you I love you when the feelin's right.
You'll never see me again.
I promise you that.
-H
And laugh at the Karma.
You're such a charmer.
But really what are ya?
All I see is a face.
A whore with no tatse.
In a stiuation you placed.
Youself in, a disgrace.
You'll want me when I'm gone.
Cleanin guns.
Four mile runs.
Under an Afgan sun.
And I'll probably think back.
To the way I used to act.
Always tryin to attract.
Your antenntion.
With unmatched afection.
Now I've dealt with rejection.
I'm movin onto reflection.
I'll never write to you, or call you at night.
Never tell you I love you when the feelin's right.
You'll never see me again.
I promise you that.
-H
The books in my bag.
Aren't half as heavy as my heart.
It just won't start.
Her words tore me apart.
And sent me burnin' to the ground.
Now I've found.
Away of coping.
Stand soaking.
In the rain, hoping.
Chokin.
On my tounge.
It's all gone.
Wrong.
Break my leg's, I'll walk it off.
Snap my back, I'll laugh not cough.
Smash my nose, The blood will run.
Break my heart, I'm dead, done.
-H
Aren't half as heavy as my heart.
It just won't start.
Her words tore me apart.
And sent me burnin' to the ground.
Now I've found.
Away of coping.
Stand soaking.
In the rain, hoping.
Chokin.
On my tounge.
It's all gone.
Wrong.
Break my leg's, I'll walk it off.
Snap my back, I'll laugh not cough.
Smash my nose, The blood will run.
Break my heart, I'm dead, done.
-H
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