Archive for January, 2020

Hello there inmates!

So, it’s been yet another long while since I made a post like this. Once in 2014 and once in 2017. Oh my word!

But I felt that with a whole “new year, new me” mentality, I would display some of my older works. I realise it can be a slight pain to explore the archives here at the asylum. So I felt I could display some of my favourites from my past poetry and dark fiction. I believe I’ve said it before but I do fear it’s somewhat self-indulgent, so apologies for that!

Poetry

The Master Thief – A slightly satirical look at capitalism.
The Stranger – A silly little poem about wandering at night.
I’m Not Atlas – A poem about not feeling strong enough.
Cannibal Heart – A dark poem about a cannibal, or perhaps a lover.
Video Games – Simply applying video games and puns to life.
A bloody legacy – Part 1 of a “trilogy” of sorts.
Festival Of Blood – Part 2.
Cerberus – Part 3.
The Painted Man – A story of a man shaped by society.

Fiction

Bob – The monster hunter Ryan Sargent talks about his ‘partner’.
Seeing through the lies – Ryan Sargent talks about a past experience.
The Asylum Mythos: The Hag-Man – A bizarre inmate speaks.
The Asylum Mythos: The Pint-Sized Cult – The Hag-Man tells a horrific story.

So there we go! Quite a variety there eh? I hope some of you find something you like among all of that mess. Every piece of writing I create is important to me, so I’d appreciate it immensely if you would let me know what you think.

I am currently hard at work on some new poems and scribblings. In fact, I do expect to have one done within the next day or so. Also, I’m attempting to begin a new project soon, related to serial killers and criminology, combined with supernatural elements. That was actually why I included the Ryan Sargent stories. It’s all related you know! Thank you all for your time my darling fellow inmates!

Have a very crazy day!

Good day inmates!

Hope you’re all having a suitably kooky and enjoyable day today! It’s been a while since we’ve been here, hasn’t it? It’s been far too long since I made one of these posts (and frankly, too long since I was active here at the asylum!). It’s a comeback special of the Harlequins writing music, would you believe?! Or at least that’s how I see it.

So what is going to make this writing post different? If i’m honest, not a great deal. It’s just a big deal personally cause i’ve not been active in so long. But i’ll tell you what. The voices in my head said I could have six songs/bands for a change from the usual five. Isn’t that kind of them?

So, without further adieu, join me as we delve into the musical minds of innovative artists the world over!

Ghostemane – Nihil
https://www.ghostemane.com/

Forlorn Hope – Rifles
https://forlornhope.uk/

Eric Clapton – Cocaine
https://www.ericclapton.com/

Lil Peep – The Brightside
https://www.lilpeep.party/

Santana – Black Magic Woman
http://www.santana.com/

Babymetal – PA PA YA!
https://www.babymetal.com/en/tour/

So there we have it for yet another volume of the Harlequins writing music! That was quite a motley selection, wasn’t it? I alway enjoy doing these posts, and i’ve missed it in all honesty. As always, I hope you give all of these artists a gander. They’re all rather exquisite. Also, I decided to include a rather diverse set this time, so hopefully there’s something for everyone eh?

So, until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!

A friend once told me,
I may be eccentric,
A conflux of wasted potential,
A lunatic,
I’ll never get far this way,

I beg to differ,
I simply walk a wildly different path,
While your path holds domestic bliss and career goals,
Mine holds glamorous noise and dancing clowns,
A cane in my hand and a top hat atop,

You live your grey life,
Chastise me if you will,
I’ll still be jaunting,
I’ll still be grinning,
The crisp earth will welcome us both all the same.

The pillow to my side,
Whereupon caressed a head not my own,
Has quite a special scent,
A scent that mesmerises,

The scent swirls in my mind,
Filling me with calm and zeal,
A menagerie of sweet thoughts,
A roiling euphoria,

A reminder of the day before,
And the darling who graced it,
A sleeping beauty,
And a waking one,

An ally,
All curves and pale skin,
A companion,
All mascara and piercings,
A true friend.

Hello there fellow inmates!

You don’t need to adjust your monitors, your eyes are not deceiving you! It is, in truth, an actual new post from your friendly resident Harlequin. The asylum is not yet dead! I’ve been away from the blogosphere for some time. The reasons for this are myriad, i’m afraid. I’ve neglected my writing, my artwork, the lot. It’s a real shame, if i’m honest.

I’m not going to go into any details about what’s been going. Suffice to say, i’ve not been very well. I’ve been struggling with mental illness, and i feel that is all that needs to be said. We all have endured something similar or know someone who has. I’ve finally started to dig myself out of that hole and getting back to what makes me; me. It’s been a fairly long road, and there is much distance still to be covered. But frankly, i needed something to focus on. The asylum here at WorldofHarley was always supposed to be an escape, a sanctum. A place where i can simply be myself.

After some pushing from friends, it seemed logical to return to that sanctum. WorldofHarley is the best thing for me right now. Something to focus on. To try and return to some kind of routine. Self-therapy, if you like. So here we are!

This is something of an update. The Harlequin and the asylum are back. If anyone remembers me, then thank you so much for your patience. Haha! I’m going to try and be as regular as possible. I’m not quite sure what more to say other than…

Have a very crazy day inmates!