Boo who?


My apathy is my gift.
Without it I would not be able to live.
If I had to always care,
Then I would exist in perpetual despair,
And you would all get under my skin.


Keep your love and share your money.
Love is just a word, you are so funny.
We say things exists, but let’s face it,
Do you really think that means anything?
Keep on with your dreaming.


I do not care about your wishes.
I have none of my own, no bucket list.
So leave me alone, it reminds me of a better time…
When I escaped your lies.


Gone and good riddance,
Adios and goodbye.
My eyes never even cried,
As my love for you died.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Empty being


I only exist inside a hole of depression.
There is no light here, so there is no will or feelings to mention.
I am not getting enough sun to make me smile.
Love is invisible; I have no number on speed dial.
No-one to call on, to hold me close,
No partner in life, no hope for my soul,
Only endless nights.
No love in sight, nothing is right,
Keep your polite encouragement and positive words,
I am no longer listening…


I cannot speak to her.
The grand-father clock melts into a puddle of oil.
The plans of adventure continually foiled.
All hope has disappeared, gone with the wind.
I am clock not-working, no key,
No turning, only ever heading down,
Into my self-portrait image;
The tears of a clown.


Some would say it is misfortune;
I would say let’s give it a miss.
Some would say it will get better soon;
I quietly reply, not without her kiss.


This life is a journey into the unknown,
But I already know how my story goes.
If happiness appears, it is immediately gone.
I see a white swan…
The love bug bites me and breaks my arm.
I see a beautiful flower so I reach out to hold it,
The prickles of roses only leave my heart to bleed,
So I quit.
Keep your love, it will never want me.
I will remain the empty being.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Seductive little lies
escape your lips
like lullabies.

Truth is but daydream
when I dance between
your thighs.

If morning comes,
I'll greet the sun
and wake
from toxic
ecstasy,
but until then
I'll say amen
and worship
every second
with a lustful
apathy.

Apathy.
Wrangle.
Rudeness.

His words
full of insolence
dispersed
in the room.

Reverence.
Hesitation.
Tears.

Her tears
full of pain
started streaming
down her face.

Empty.
Sad.
Inadequate.

This is how
she felt
when he left.

Some people wear their hearts
on a string around their neck
while others cut that string
and shove it into their pockets
to pull out
and put away
as they please.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-