Larry Potter

Larry Potter Dec 2018

Drown me in white
Peel these colors off the wall
Untaint all the dirtied halls
From this room of memories
I'd bid farewall so soon
While I go looking for the silver moon.

Unpaint my muddled past
Erase the black and blue
Wipe off these cluttered hues
I'd view my new world
In an empty kaleidoscope
Crooked mirrors of bended hopes.

I'm starting anew
Beginning from the endings
Of last year's unravelings
Always looking forward
Left so certainly unsure
Chasing an open-ended future.

Happy New Year!

Larry Potter Nov 2018

Invictus

My heart is a labyrinth,
A cage of my own making;
Den of demons tamed,
Empire of uncrowned kings.
Built over a precipice
Of dead infatuations,
Forsaken nostalgia,
And ruined vanities.
To trap a beast yet again,
I visited its familiar walls;
Gladly I lost my self
And paid a high toll;
Only to save my soul.
Not long did I linger
Within the hollow chambers;
Echoing broken lullabies,
Sung in refrains of lies.
I stormed the champion's gate,
And marched toward east,
Where the sun does not rest,
At the cry of a thousand dawns;
But rather from the silence,
Of my war-torn chest.

Larry Potter Oct 2018

Recovery

I cursed my summer storms
And it poured down the whole sky
On me, heavily.
I keep dragging these horses
Down the raging river but they wouldn't
Drown quietly.
I watched the tides kiss the shore
Washing her tears away only to say
Goodbye, repeatedly.
I tried deserting this sinking island
Trapped in midnight sunsets
But it wouldn't let me.

I started digging my own grave
But the sands keep receding towards
My inner gravity.
I went deeper until I found a well
Brimming with cold truths and bitter
Memories.
I began staring at my own reflection
Until I saw my soul skin and
Bones, hungry.
In this lonely oasis I brought myself
Back from the dead into this
Barren reality.

I stopped looking for water
And let my heart bleed a fountain of
Pure clarity.
I embraced the restless winds
To change the course of my own
Fate, tirelessly.
I scattered my broken pieces
And they flourished in the land with
Rare beauty.
I once dreamed of sailing the seas
But now I'm swimming in the ocean
Of endless possibilities.

Larry Potter Oct 2018

Peanut Butter Sandwich

Yesterday's bread, tough as leather
Pressed and scorched in the broken toaster
A trip to hell, just a little bit quicker
As the molds are killed to make it taste better
At the cost of turning brittle and bitter.

Open the lid so greasy and loose
Of the peanut butter jar too old and reduced
Hiding in the shelf, alone and overused
Screaming for jelly but doesn't come in two's
About two-thirds empty and a complete recluse.

Pull the drawer and grab the butter knife
Pointless and jagged, it gave up on life
Poke the insides and dig with a gripe
Spread the loot so scarcely in stripes
Place the other half in one crooked swipe.

Larry Potter Sep 2018

Purple Litmus

You were singing the blues when I met you,
Singking your heart of misrule,
Into an ocean of second thoughts.
The saddest note on your table;
A pen unwilling to write,
Its ink afraid to swirl.

I took the seat in front of you,
As I opened my soul like a blank page.
Your hand began scribbling again,
Writing our next days with better hues.
Until you decided that my page was full,
That there's not enough space for your stories.

Now I'm stuck with these scripts of red,
With your handwriting all over it.
These traces of broken promises and misgivings,
I'll try to erase it all or rip it out.
As I open a new sheet to another stranger
You play your songs of blues again.

Larry Potter Jul 2018

Roots

Fears, they creep
Like vines of thorns
They entangle
And reticulate
What was once a fertile core
Now a bed of insipid desires
Languishing in the intricate labyrinth
Of this dreaded thicket
Full of inner demons
And self-made monsters.

There's beauty in the horrors
Of its growing corruption
A tapestry of dark emotions
Writhing like hungry worms
Eating this barren soil from inside out
These braids of nightmares
And violent delights
Unweaving
And unraveling
The most sinister miscreations.

I'd clutch the noxious brambles
And let these torments nurture
The toxic vegetation
As it flourishes into
A garden of hysteria
Echoing woes and
Weeping regrets
Until it sees
The light of day
That never came.

Larry Potter Jul 2018

The Goofball's Protocol

Keep your friends close
But your enemies closer,
So you can punch them whenever you want to.

Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me,
If you can still fool me thrice, you're really clever.

Success is 1% inspiration
And 99% perspiration
Plus a thousand prayers, just for good measure.

There's a rainbow
Always after the rain
Just make sure you don't look at the clouds at night.

It's always darkest
Before the dawn
So set your alarm to six or seven in the morning.

There's always light
At the end of a tunnel
A claustrophobe has two things to worry about.