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Arke Sep 2018
there's an awful emptiness
in relatable content
when hundreds of people all
experience the same
loneliness and pain
but no one can do anything
about it, so instead they just
laugh, a fake laugh, and say
"yeah, I know how you feel!"
as if commiserating will somehow
ease the pain when someone dies
or something in your heart goes askew
but if every awful experience is common then the norm is misery
which is not a norm I'm willing to accept
or maybe relatable is an adjective
for anything relevant to the human experience
in which case, every moment, every feeling, every instance
is relatable and therefore dreadfully unoriginal
so-- I propose we change the meaning of the word itself
allow it to become more, a warning to break free
a protest to rise up against
the normative and to seek the original
to become inspired and to connect with others
in unique and meaningful ways
join me in reclaiming what is relatable and instead
seeking what is new
tobi Sep 2018
young people’s dreams are crushed
by the place they go where they are taught
to learn a cookie cutter way
and that their gifts are not gifts
in a world like this
we’re meant to be robots
creativity and originality is
simply dismissed
school *****
untitled Aug 2018
those that see beauty in everything feel the most discontent.
there are extreme emotions that one who is creative must process--
an unforced authenticity and tenacity to stay focused on a subject,
and to devote the same amount of attention to each entity, that you lose a sense of self and a sense of the world around you.

we use stress as a way of pushing us forward,
and only in moments of extreme stress does an amazing happening occur.
and for this, we are deemed odd, as a normal person thrives where they are most comfortable.

the originality that visionaries possess is exhausting, yet we admire it.
we allow for many things to flow in our minds without halt,
all notions and ideas taking up precedence, and this may be our greatest fault.

day break to sunset, my mind is racing non-stop, constantly,
to the point that sleep does nothing to quell the overthinking brain,
as my lucid dreams act as a force to keep me awake at night.
my mind is in a perpetual state of fantasy, sometimes during everyday life in bouts of daydreams,
imaging new situations and being unable to describe it all.

when I try to silence the thoughts that persistently flux through my mind,
my talents feel wasted during this time of artistic deprivation,
and only do I feel truly sound when I create new artworks for a few to discern.

sometimes I feel as though my mind feeds off on my depressive states,
as it takes the deepest of emotions to generate proufound art.
while I wish to be happy, I have a need to be in a bit of a sustained disarray.
something I wrote in December
(after my finals)
John Mendoza Jul 2018
They say a scripture a day, keeps the demons away

They say that the skeletons you keep in your closet, will make you want to grab a gun and **** it

They say you’ll never save yourself, unless you think like everyone else

They say that trust is a must, but no matter what you do, you’ll never really be a part of us

But the truth is, they’ll hate you regardless of whatever it is, you decide to do

So live the life that you bought or borrowed cause in the end, your happiness is the only thing you’ll have tomorrow
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
New doors


Seeking council, in need of guidance.
Pen or pencil, no more patience.
Cold hard fact and solemn truth daily.
Only speak your piece and do not owe me.


Speak your mind or pay me no mind.
Go let it out if you need to shout.
Just say exactly what you mean,
And what you need,
And what you see.
This is no time to hold a mystery.


Without the God’s honest, there will be no witness,
To your digress, or rise, to becoming blessed.
So words are written down in the dumps,
Or upon high as you glide through life.
Will you live it hard and wear your scars,
Like victory bars,
Or hide from those who look upon us from afar?


A major award; a minor detail.
Lies are in the slips.
A missed step could be fatal,
So do not be little.
This is no time for conceding to defeat.
Wear that gauntlet as a fist,
And smash through clouds,
Because life is not always what it seems.


Sometimes life rocks and I am still rolling.
All legal now,
No word is stolen.
Only open,
To new doors.
Walking endless corridors.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
there’s nothing original about my writing.
I just listen to everyone I’ve ever met
in my life who converse it all away
and have the guts to write it down
with my own eccentricities added
like finding a baby in a dumpster,
a cockroach in the dishwasher,
your car keyed and tires slashed,
a bird maimed on the sidewalk,
a worm in the apple,
your woman gone the next morning
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Writers Block


Silent, blank, empty mind.
Devoid of inspiration; a big waste of time.
For all I wish to do, is begin to write,
But all the words I cannot think of have eluded my mind.


So here I sit, in front of the computer screen,
Just waiting for a divine intervention,
Or maybe some divine inspiration;
But all I have on my mind is a woman named Divine Brown.


I’m supposed to be a writer, but I can’t even write;
I can’t think of anything, original tonight.
All I can think of is what other people have already said.
Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, maybe I should just go to bed.


Come on brain think, of a single sentence.
Maybe that will lead me, to write the rest;
Or maybe I should, just take a rest,
But I have so many words I wish to get off my chest.


But where to begin?  I’ll see what I’ve written so far;
Well I’ve written the title, I guess that’s a start
And I know what the plot is, but where do I begin?
With who?  What?  When?  Or Where?  
Why is it so hard to think?


Ok, so He’s here and they’ve just done that,
So all I have to think about, is what happens next.
Ok, yeah that’s good; I’ll just type it before I forget.
No, wait that’s not good enough, maybe a drink will help.


Now I’m on my third bottle of wine and I still cannot write.
I guess I’ll go back to bed and try again tomorrow.
But wait, here it is!  My thoughts are all falling into line.
Yes!  That sounds good. They can do that;
****!  There goes my phone.


Now where was I, oh yeah, that’s right.
I had it just; come on what was I going to write?
If I sit here long enough, it’s bound to come back to me;
But I’m feeling so tired, I can no longer think.


I’ll try again in the morning;
I’m too tired to care anymore.
Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this book.
Maybe there’s something else that will be easier to do.
This whole writing thing is too hard;
I guess I’ll just do a job that requires no words.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
mythie Jan 2018
In this day and age.
We're all pressured to write something original.

But with every piece of art in this world.
Every single thing being written.

We're inspired by different things.
Isn't everything fan-fiction?
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