#harry
I.
Lain down, unconcealed
toward the window
shoulder to hip -- a shadowy cursive
perhaps penumbra
II.
Seated, face in utter profile
standing, sorting laundry
washing dishes, guarding
the radiator
III.
Hair eschewed in
conjugated waters
double-exposed
roots and
foliage -- wisps
of sugarland
in subtext
their dark net
cast over a pearly bright sea
discovery left
to the imagination
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
I am the Master, whom you must learn to follow and obey.
Whatever your resolve, I will inevitably have my way.
The other opposed wills? For me they are as mere child's-play
You cannot conceivably resist, so don't bother trying.
Surely a life of submission is so much better than horribly dying.
Swear your obeisance to me now, and you'd better not try lying.
For I am your only Lord, worthy as none before ever was,
As your only true allegiance, I am the one whom guides your cause.
And my punishments are severe and swift, this Lord has teeth and claws.
So bow down before me, and make your sincere and binding vow.
Pledge to your true Master, lest my terrible wrath be brutally aroused.
For I know neither mercy or forgiveness, and so never test my tolerance
Just grant me your loyalty, your fealty, and eternal undying allegiance.
.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Hair got disheveled,
Harry just went bald,
But scored anyway.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
On December 23, 2023,
I was pursuing my job,
As a Probationary Officer,
At the State Bank of India.
My colleagues and parents gathered,
It was very nice; what should I say?
For a vegetarian's delight showered,
They had gathered together that day.
In Panchkula, it was the F.T.P.—2, or
Foundational Training Program 2,
All the probationers were there,
Where, in SBILD, Panchkula.
Celebrated my birthday a bit late,
For I reached there on a later day,
Not that my arrival was delayed,
Que sera sera, just systemic delay.
'Twas memorable,
Many colleagues.
We broke the ice,
I made no couple.
I reached the age of 33 years that day,
Like this time I'll complete 34 years,
But I miss being a child, or a kid,
Those birthdays were special.
On my 33rd birth anniversary,
I felt more than a year younger.
Finally a successful professional,
And obviously an eligible bachelor.
Still unmarried, now as a choice,
I don't find a compatible voice,
Those judge me by my past,
My successes matter not.
Men Going Their Own Way,
MGTOW seems a good idea,
The only viable option for me,
Isn't that the only one for me?
All I have with me,
Are just memories,
Some are besotten,
Others a' forgotten.
They consider me depressed,
Maybe I'm just depressed,
But I lack any real friend,
Lacking any inspiration.
I may have achieved success,
Academic and professional,
Like Granger & McGonagall,
Scripted through dedication.
Coming out of the shadows,
Like the full moon out there,
My parents be proud of me,
Getting married isn't crucial.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 11:52 AM UTC
It’s Harvard VS Yale this weekend, the vibes are just starting now. Everyone - and I mean everyone - has been asking about my game tickets, because guest tickets are $25 a pop. I’m more interested in the parties than the game, so I donated mine (Students get 1 free ticket and they can buy 2 for $15 each) to Lisa (one of my suitemates) for her family.
Lisa, Leong, Anna and I are getting ready to go down to the dining hall. Lisa asks the room, “Harry Styles’ new buzzcut - Yes, or No?”
“No,” Leong said, not looking up from her teen fashion magazine.
“Oh, no - God no,” I answered, “The worst decision of 2023.”
Anna blows a raspberry, “I think he’s trying to ditch his ‘pretty boy’ image and go hard rock.”
Lisa followed up, “And?..” “And NO, disaster NO, jump the shark NO,” Anna answered.
“I’m a NO also” Lisa admitted, and she’s a h-core Styles fan.
Later, Lisa was reclining on my bed, using every pillow I own to turn it into a chaise lounge that wouldn’t wrinkle her outfit. Her heels were on the floor and her bare feet were dangling in the air. Her toenails were a French tipped twinkly-pink.
She was slurping on a Coke-Zero - again - for a much-needed kick of caffeine before the night's events - which made me feel guilty, because she picked that up when I took her to Paris last summer. I’ve told her (a million times) how bad it is for her metabolism and endocrine system.
“How could you do this to me?” I asked, as if exasperated - which is currently our in-joke for everything.
“Now-now-now now-now,” she says, in self-defense, “what SHOULD I be drinking then?”
“H2-oh,” I say. “H20, as in water,” she sort of inquired, she then asked, “What’s the ‘2’ stand for?”
“Twenty,” I think, snarking back.
“Oh, you fancy, huh?” she laughed.
“I’m in college.” I shruggingly bragged.
I was shuffling through my closet, trying to pick out an outfit that would, at least, look ‘ok’ next to Lisa’s ‘in your face’ fun mix of pinks and purples sprinkled with neon greens.
Barbie herself could never.
I doubted I could keep with the theme.
My secret to dressing for these endless ‘theme’ parties, is to just tune out the noise and focus on your feels. If you give too much weight to how others will judge you, it’ll ruin the moment. I ended up wearing a vintage, deep blue, Betsey Johnson dress with matching tights and black ballet flats. Glittery, smokey-eye makeup and messy curls completed the 'très bien ensemble'.
I looked in the mirror, hoping for glam, and shrugged, “the scene’s going to be moody-lit anyway,” I said, as an excuse to the universe.
“You’re going to murder-der-der,” Lisa pronounced, as we gathered our bags to leave. “Murder-der-der?” I chuckled.
“Murder-der-der,” she confirmed, as if it were obvious.
h-core = hard core
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 8:09 AM UTC
Golden leaves are bright
I love the hue of the sky
Fall brings me so much joy
Even I enjoy autumn nights
My favorite movie's playing
My dog is by my feet
I'm surrounded in a popcorn blanket
and can laugh genuinely
Sometimes I wish I could share this
But for the first time in a while
I feel happy alone with my dog
Drinking hot chocolate with the window open
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 8:04 AM UTC
Spoilt from birth,
Pampered and needy,
Being the spare an inherited curse,
Leading to actions often quite seedy.
Great aunt Margaret blazing the trail
Questionable choices aplenty,
Drugs and alcohol steering her sail
A life of regrets, vacuous and empty.
Followed by Andrew possessing of valor
But aimless and vain in every respect,
His choices a mess, cause of great clamor,
So by way of example what to expect?
As to his mother, that heart-shearing tale,
The lovely Diana Princess of Tears,
A tragic figure determined yet frail,
The ultimate victim to her own inner fears.
But a glass half empty is a mindset of sorts,
Blindly ungrateful to privileges bestowed,
Clouding his mind with nothing but torts,
Leading the spiral down a winding dark road.
We the onlookers can only but hope
That time and experience will yet prove the key,
Shielding his fall from that slippery slope,
Grasping the change which for now he can't see.
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 11:29 AM UTC
I was no Harry Potter
Didn't have that much goodness in me
But maybe I was a Draco Malfoy
Trying to figure which road to take
Light or dark?
But somewhere along the journey
I scattered 8 pieces of my soul
like Voldemort
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
Magi always bring Magic, among other
things, Frankincense was given me to give,
some kids bring tobacco.
Sunday, in our world with weeks
and months and years, in constant tension
pulling days from our lives, as gone-by,
but barely acting once in decades
of note, until
daily news of those who did
begins to pile up and tends to overflow
into to story, myth, and history, fit
with screwy prosody
and no practical scheme for rhyme…
all proving, now is after all that,
our access to mind wandering excursing,
excusing your innocence and ignoring
your being not so,
not so innocent, nor
feeble of mind, un exercised in godliness.
Yes, this
is the blessed assurance that we
were not the first to be
Perfectly Normal, Thank you.
------- and, further more
mind wandering is not a wartime pleasure.
Forward Tactical Operations Center,
some where
actual place, a point in time and space,
to you from me,
actively, choosing to rise to the occasion,
and bow to the overall situation,
life is attractive, not repulsive,
knowing is appealing to the best in me,
not the lazy
good for nothing I can be, with no help
from you or any
strange
power not mine to use,
con-sci, come see, came saw, and a we
arose to agree, this might
e
see, esse, e, this might be power, lying idle.
--- balance of power? Ha. Push
comes to shove, and wishes we could
make up a reason
to enjoy today as the final sure thing.
-- it was a darkthonic thought ought shall should
Substrates, strata below, this pliant surface,
gurgle, signaling nothing, save, more or less,
a belch, or a **** more like,
ew, {cell phone- in a search pattern}
we need not more of that,
what stink think ye we ought celebrate,
buffoon?
Suppose we all know the story behind
or under as we may,
surmise, compromising prized right ness
given up over down,
stand up, fall down, prop up hold down
proper propping
propagate a reason, fit to this season
- autumn, ends the year, winter
- starts next
now
all this de novo knowing, for the price of attention
you may know, not freely,
known, but freely taken as known before, by others
of our kind,
-- I am distracted by a blue jay, on the rock
-- behind the thinker comes
the thought, dragging it's feet, to make clouds of dust,
because,
the dust is there, and does this flying at my desire
to see once, and again, the effect of
me at six, mind wandering on a dry and dusty trail,
-- realizing
confabulatory stories are in fact
"perfectly normal, thank you. A basket of eggs, or a basket
of
air, empty air, no signal, no closing inverted commas.
Have we lost the magic?
---
No listen, ah, and smell,
the bacon, ah, forbidden meat,
smells so good, does it not, smell so good?
It might not **** you, son, but hell of a price
you pay for taking a bite, of some thing
due to it smelling,
so good.
--------- setting, as the propagated
translation of tradition to kab-allah, I say
a wish in time to pre
vent any explosive out burst of gut dispute,
per and may haps rise around me, big
am, we, m'fam… wakes in me a joy,
quite normal,
joy of a grandfather, finishing the faith
a character has developed,
while making, wei true, making wei wu
wu wu of the ever skeptical sepsis sort,
test this
T-cell, is this us? Or is this MERSACOVIDEO
override, through the bluetooth meanies
missing since the Yellow Submarine sunk
in Central Park, c. 1968.
Around the time Dubcek lost to the Commies.
Same season when North Korea got the Pueblo.
The tangled web,
seen in the sunlight topping the eastern wall,
George Harrison, perfect timing
every time I remember, this is real, out there
nearer the edge of my light cone,
from c.1968…
deception, ungrip the gripped fist,
monkey reaching for the fly in the bottle,
that chatters incessantly of having lived before,
monkey fist
feels something sticky,
is it… curious as george, for dammedshore,
a wave
of recognition, there's Waldo,
and Magic, Incorporated, free to reread, and
seed into my grand children,
who are reading the same hard back
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, that
I brought home to their mother after the trip
to Huston, during HP's takeover of Compac,
No, correction, it was after the trip to Denver.
--- sidetrack breadcrumb Quark and metadata
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 1:18 PM UTC
It's a destiny on
everyday to
the sunbeams
to hit the soil
and the green
to grow fresh
It's a nature, every
seeded plant to start
growing with
germinated awakening
This, is not by guess
it's just on real incidents
That had so many did
in the dreaming of the
realities yesterday and
the day before yesterday
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
Breath of a beast or cowl of a coward.
Alone I ponder, which is the true curse?
Father and son, guided by light's shadow.
Showing me that it can always be worse.
I raise my glass, press my lips to my wife.
I don my cloak and leap into the night.
I wonder, when perhaps shall I know peace?
I wonder, when will I give up this fight?
Academic at heart, I weep from within.
Teacher, lover, father, hiding what's worse.
I pray they see my sin and let me be.
I pray they leave me with this coward's curse.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
You split my soul in seven
Like a real life horcrux
My soul is attached to objects
That we have both grown to love
You split my soul in seven
Like you are a real life Voldemort
Tragically forgetting
That death indeed can be a blessing
Ascending us to heaven
You split my soul in seven
Like a real life horcrux
Now I am bound for eternity
Pondering your sickening depravity
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
Queen for a day.
Prisoner for life.
Her 'crimes':
New mother and wife;
A woman of color
Thinking for herself;
Just leave her be, please,
Lest history repeat itself.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
Perhaps you think I groom them for my gain.
After all, I am just a Slytherin.
We are selfish beasts, some call us evil.
So clearly I'm just polishing my gems.
But I have to ask, do you know the pain?
The lonesome ache I find myself within?
A filthy balloon, just pass the needle!
If love won't find me, at least I'll have them.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
My lips pursed by the power of Albus
as abuse lies dormant under my nose.
Oh how I wish I could be unbridled.
Oh how I wish I could just take a stand.
For now I'll sit in my matchstick palace,
I see the thorns, and I'll offer the rose.
Curse those soul-suckers while I sit idle.
Not Dementors, but family plagues this land.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
I look to my Luna, my sun and stars.
My one remaining joy, life's true passion.
At times I see Pandora in her smile,
and in those moments the haze fades away.
Some might say my mind is a bit ajar,
A traitorous fanatic lost in sin.
This is fine, let them ramble, meanwhile
by Luna's side I'll live another day.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
There remains a taste of lily on my lips,
as my thoughts grow into a mundane gray.
The Lords of dark and light intertwine
pulling my soul's string, but the dull ache remains.
Sectumsempra's slice can release the devil's grip.
As blood pools at my feet I feel it all fade away.
Finally, this moment I control, it is solely mine.
Alas, I shake myself awake, and return to the pain.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Tom **** and Harry
Met a lovely fairy
She asked - 'How do you do?'
They said – 'Why should we tell you?"
How do we do?
Fairy gave a Smiling look
'There is a nice reason
I can fulfil all your wish'
Tom said – 'We don't do'
God does everything'
Fairy was impressed
Tom became happy
So was ****
Fairy winked and smiled
Harry Got Mad
Harry decided to Marry
Beautiful lovely fairy
He said – 'Fulfil my wish.
Marry me and be my Bride'
Fairy got angry, lost her temper
She threw them all
They all had a great fall
It happened all of a sudden
They found themselves fallen from bed
Now they understood clearly
Whatever they saw was just a dream
Both Tom and ****
Started beating Harry
They Kicked and Punched
Harry was so sad
He was not that bad
He realised, said sorry
He also touched his ears
But when he turned his pillow
Found a pleasant Red Rose
Soon Tom and ****
Turned their pillows
Found nothing at all
Now they turned to Harry
Knelt down and felt sorry
*************
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
knowing there is no way
i can meet you
being aware of
the distance between us
makes me think
about
how i have put you
in a shelf
where you might not
belong
dreaming about
your perfection
and wishing to meet
someone
like you
like you
there is no you
“you”
is not real
we both know
i made “you” up
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
in the world full of,
james and lily potters,
will you be my severus snape?????
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC
Deaths call
By: Shelby Yanzer,
Vanished, the snake ready to strike.
A burst of flame in from the five statues.
“ Look out” he shouted.
Jet of green light and snake had struck.
Swooped opened,
the jet of green light burst into flames.
Fell to the floor flightless.
The snake sinking it’s fangs into him,
Vanished in a wisp of dark smoke.
A few seconds only as dark,
Shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth.
Struggling he was gone, water fell with a crash.
Master sure it was over, decide to flee.
For the first time frightened.
The hall was quite empty, sobbing,
still trapped feebly on the floor.
Then, he was dead, pain beyond imagining.
He was gone.
Red eyes that did not know end,
They were bound by pain, and there was no escape.
**** me now” blinded and dying, every part,
Screaming for release, “if death is nothing”,
Let the pain stop, Let him **** us, end it.
As the creature was lying face down on the floor,
There were voices, through the hall,
More voices then there should have been,
Opened his eyes, now lay flat on his back,
He could not hold his head,
The floor reflected the emerald green flames,
From all the fireplaces along the wall,
Pulled himself back to his feet,
He was there, spun around, he could hear footsteps.
Death came running to join them.
Death was surging into the room,
She had slid over its surface, lay sprawled on the floor,
And then she ran at him although he dodged,
He sprinted back up the room and was safe,
Momentarily frozen by death,
In spite to watch for a moment.
Suspended in mid-air, what looked like objects flew,
Like rolls of film, what would happen.
He was sure it would not be anything good,
He darted, already caught by his outstretched hands.
The thin ribbons were spinning around,
He tugged and tore at them, tight against him.
Trying to sever the eyes, they would not break,
Thrashing against his bonds,
Immobilized, a jet of red light flew from death,
Hit her in the face, now sideways unconscious,
The oncoming death.
But nothing happened,
death shot at him missing him by inches.
Two left fighting, death shot silver streams of like like arrows
In the same slow voice, she was both foreign,
confused at him and muttered,
Resort to crude sign language. Turning back flustered.
Pleasure for violence, anxious now, death and bad omens.
Didn’t understand, did not answer, writing her last note,
Silence, loss to understand, fury in her eyes now.
Your awful, struggling, ringing to understand.
Tears in her eyes, her answer was no,
And he had tried to act as though he had not heard deaths call.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
If I were a Jedi
From District Two
I’d spend my schoolyears at Hogwarts
And summer breaks with Lilac LaRoux.
I’d talk books with Lady Jane Grey
And if I were an Angel-Blood
I’d fly far away.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Built upon the ruins of ****** relatives
And at the very top of this disaster that’s so thoroughly shaped your every waking moment
Sits your mother
On her throne balanced on sin
After sin
After sin
And the dull notion that her bold ideas and words will shape you into the heir that she wants
Because what is the eldest son other than to be a pawn in your families wicked games
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC