Henri Goulding

Joined July 2018

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Razor Blades and Lollipops
The taste of sugar on lollipops taste like sin. Like razors that have been put in the place of sprinkles. I knock my glass of water onto my barely touched plate of dinner.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Poets
I Just Want to Be Pretty
Ana helps me with my homework, usually math. Gym, Ana loves the gym. Ana made me love the gym too. I mean, look at her, she’s so pretty, she tells me I can be as pretty as her. She whispers encouragement during dinner time.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Poets
Why I Thank Him
My boyfriend doesn’t understand when I say Thank you after I sit at the other end of the couch, only our feet touching. We both like leaning against the arm of the couch, so it makes sense when there’s no one else sitting with us.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Poets
My First Spoken Word Event
I finally worked up the courage to attend an open mic event down the road from my apartment and I thought I would share my experience and maybe give some tips and advice for those of you nervous about attending a similar event or even about sharing your art.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Poets
Travelling by Yourself for the First Time
Just over two years ago I flew on a plane by myself for the first time from Southern Ontario to Edmonton Alberta. I was 17, going through my first teen heartbreak, and needed to escape and visit my older sister.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Wander
A Teenager's First Heartbreak
I’m sure nearly all of us can relate to the pain of a first heartbreak. Mine happened when I was 17 and the heartbreak lasted into me turning 18.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Humans
It Lasted Five Seconds
There is no noise. Only the tires scraping along the road. Scraping. Metal scraping. Bones breaking. I am shaking. I am screaming
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Poets