harryismyname

Better place and poison

A shallow glass of water,And a tall glass of the poison,with three ladies standing roundand asking questions of us all.There's a bird perched on a pitcher,and the world is no more richernow that every...
Posted by harryismyname on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 08:57:00 PST

Comfort

This blue sky still blows,As if following a trend,Three days of winter takes from a blue skyeverything a blue sky used to know.No birds fly through a blue sky,No birds can pierce the windand a new day...
Posted by harryismyname on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 10:21:00 PST

A new life.

All of the previous writing was done in High School and I feel slightly foolish for still having it here.From THIS LINE ON _______________________________________________ AND UPIt's new stuff. I am se...
Posted by harryismyname on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 10:03:00 PST

Displace

A serious insignificance,A man lacking in opinion,Ending in an extrication,a mediation between body and thought.Ten birds on a footpath,A footstep; a sound,Ten birds on a footpath,A footstep; a sound....
Posted by harryismyname on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 11:21:00 PST

Night Time

I wake with only minutes of sunlight remaining,To begin, again, this paranoid cycle,Past twelve o'clock with ease, through one and two,Then three does not pass quickly and silence is broken,Little noi...
Posted by harryismyname on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:07:00 PST

Space

Green fields, like atmosphere and hands,Like thousands of stalks of wheat,In dreams of space of being free,Each grab at me and moving fromFreedom to claustophobia,Each then reach into the skyAnd as I ...
Posted by harryismyname on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 10:29:00 PST

Blue Weather Me

Blue weather face,And the sun behind the clouds,A drop on my shoulder,Knees buckle.I trip on my shoes,A drop on my neck,Take the cheese out of my salad,Drink a mouthful.Blue weather hands,Thawed out i...
Posted by harryismyname on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 07:01:00 PST

I Dream of Cordless Love

Give me touch,I'm learning less,Electric love,A distant mess.
Posted by harryismyname on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 08:02:00 PST

Since then.

I haven't been here for a whileand the familiar faces turn and twist,my legs become unstableunder the weight of my heavy heart,at sights I haven't seen,since I chose to go away,although the busy stree...
Posted by harryismyname on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 06:00:00 PST

Fuck Time

Oh, Fuck time.The word 'when' is a product of time,and time won't change,but we still ask when.Fuck you ticking clock,Why do you have to be so constant?And when will you ever change,you won't.But chan...
Posted by harryismyname on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 10:02:00 PST