It's hard to write a poem
When there's nothing going on
It's hard to think of what to say
When you've given most of it away

As poets we never scratch the surface
We delve within, disclose our deepest sin
We crave our pain, declare it's for our art
Yet more often than not have no idea where to start

But start we do and start we must
A deep desire in all of us
To spill out on the written page
What little bit we have tried to save

Ink now is the poets blood
Fragments of self pour from within
Silence is our safety net
To stop us from bleeding out

Although it's hard to write a poem
With nothing going on
We still find words to form a verse
From deep within our marrow bone

Work © Mike Hauser & © Sia Jane

Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **

Love Bullet


Neither love, nor death,
Nor weakness or strength,
Could stop these words of love,
From leaving with my breath.


These words I must speak,
For you have inspired me,
To speak of love and lust.
To once more argue the case for your trust.


Your love is the bullet I shoot into my veins.
I take your heart inside of me, to ease our pains.
You **** me slowly from within,
It feels like Heaven; let this never end.


My scandalous siren of mischief and naughtiness,
You crash into me and spin the world backwards;
Clockwise, Anti Christ, Upside Down;
My senses go sideways and my head stands on the ground.


You pick me up with a word like love,
So once more I can stand before you
And beg for your touch.
Love me and I am yours until the end;
All I ask, is you tell me when I am not enough.


Or kiss me and I shall rejoice in your presence;
From morning through to daybreak
And until we are each taken to Heaven.


I can only feel warmth,
When you are there to be seen,
Before I must perform.
Distracting them from my dark heart,
With your pure love, light hearted, shine of a star.
You allow me to do this;
For without your love,
This would have soon all just have been forgotten.


So I shall move the Earth for you
And bring the Sun a little closer to your view,
Because sometimes you look grumpy, without my love;
There is no need for you to be lonely or sad…
Come here and receive your free hug.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

"When can I see you again?"
almost graced my lips
But I am not one
for romantic clichés
But maybe I should've
uttered those words
Before I hesitated
walking out that door
Only because I wondered
when I'd see you again
Maybe I should've
Because it was the last time
I'd see you.

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.