#houdini - Hello Poetry

#*I come here and I go Catch me if you can Says HP… Every now and then it keeps doing this Out of habit, I believe It doesn’t feel good at all Now, who is listening, are they… It’s like speaking into a void Makes me anxious It has happened in the past No mystery, it will happen again I come here and I go Catch me if you can Says HP… that’s true I believe in it Be a part, don’t depart No pain no gain Says HP… I come here and I go Catch me if you can Says HP….

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Aug 9, 2024

Aug 9, 2024 at 12:46 PM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

HP... I come here and I go...

#*I come here and I go Catch me if you can Says HP… Every now and then it keeps doing this Out of habit, I believe It doesn’t feel good at all Now, who is listening, are they… It’s like speaking into a void Makes me anxious It has happened in the past No mystery, it will happen again I come here and I go Catch me if you can Says HP… that’s true I believe in it Be a part, don’t depart No pain no gain Says HP… I come here and I go Catch me if you can Says HP….

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Tell me Houdini My body contorted What is your secret My mind twisted How to escape Fit for a basket

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC

hathere

Hell?

Tell me Houdini My body contorted What is your secret My mind twisted How to escape Fit for a basket

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Every night at 8:49 I tie the rope a little bit tighter in hope that your last breath squeezes closer so when I say ‘Ladies and gentlemen’ my charm overrides the sound of your palms banging on the glass as you challenge the water from making you its cadaver and choke back the salted tears that seep from your eyes like the malice that seeps from mine reviewers say it’s clear that I enjoy this trick the most but it’s hard not to when I know your lungs are the consequence of a dripping tap until the basin’s full and you reach your final centilitre of conscious breath at 8:56:02. With one last tug you escape by :03 unfortunately but the papers will say it was your ‘most truthful performance yet’ 5 Stars to The Water Torture Bell Jar. See, there’s a reason these seats fill as fast as your tank, Irving and Houdini had it figured first: if you push a body to its limits and watch it yoyo to the edge of death and back again night after night you will always sell out. There’s more to being a Magician’s Assistant than meets the eye. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll try a new knot.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

amy-m

Irving and Houdini Had It Figured First, or I’m Not a Sociopath I’m a Salesman

Every night at 8:49 I tie the rope a little bit tighter in hope that your last breath squeezes closer so when I say ‘Ladies and gentlemen’ my charm overrides the sound of your palms banging on the glass as you challenge the water from making you its cadaver and choke back the salted tears that seep from your eyes like the malice that seeps from mine reviewers say it’s clear that I enjoy this trick the most but it’s hard not to when I know your lungs are the consequence of a dripping tap until the basin’s full and you reach your final centilitre of conscious breath at 8:56:02. With one last tug you escape by :03 unfortunately but the papers will say it was your ‘most truthful performance yet’ 5 Stars to The Water Torture Bell Jar. See, there’s a reason these seats fill as fast as your tank, Irving and Houdini had it figured first: if you push a body to its limits and watch it yoyo to the edge of death and back again night after night you will always sell out. There’s more to being a Magician’s Assistant than meets the eye. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll try a new knot.

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You scrutinize the details of the outward world as you hide behind a glass structure setting a divide between the inside and out. It all works out well until water slowly fills the enclosure, suffocating you in your own space til you're submerged up to your ears struggling to stay above water level, taking one last breath before the water reaches your nose. Within a few moments you start to see the world around you as in underwater a group of spectators gather around, their muddled expressions, crystal clear behind the glass, you, banging against the surface, they, staring, watching, not knowing what to do. At times like these only you can save yourself. The stunned crowd watches you, like Houdini performing one of his magic tricks. But this time the key is gone you dropped it somewhere long ago, too caught up in the act to pick it up. Now they're all just waiting for you to do something their piercing gaze focused on you until the water fills your lungs and infiltrates the blood within your veins. Three days later you'll float to the surface just like a dead goldfish, left too long without care. The multitude walking past this grand aquarium spectacle, the sound of coins clattering, from spare change being thrown. A roar of applause at another cheap trick for the Houdini - devoted crowd.

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Dec 5, 2015

Dec 5, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC

casey-mushroom

Under the Glass Casing

You scrutinize the details of the outward world as you hide behind a glass structure setting a divide between the inside and out. It all works out well until water slowly fills the enclosure, suffocating you in your own space til you're submerged up to your ears struggling to stay above water level, taking one last breath before the water reaches your nose. Within a few moments you start to see the world around you as in underwater a group of spectators gather around, their muddled expressions, crystal clear behind the glass, you, banging against the surface, they, staring, watching, not knowing what to do. At times like these only you can save yourself. The stunned crowd watches you, like Houdini performing one of his magic tricks. But this time the key is gone you dropped it somewhere long ago, too caught up in the act to pick it up. Now they're all just waiting for you to do something their piercing gaze focused on you until the water fills your lungs and infiltrates the blood within your veins. Three days later you'll float to the surface just like a dead goldfish, left too long without care. The multitude walking past this grand aquarium spectacle, the sound of coins clattering, from spare change being thrown. A roar of applause at another cheap trick for the Houdini - devoted crowd.

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