Sometimes I want to crawl
out of my skin
into a beach body
sun kissed perfection

Lost somewhere out at sea
amongst nothing but rolling waves
miles of silence
and occasional stillness

No longer existing
far away from dry land
and all of the anchors
scattered in family ties
and at nine to five desks

Razorblade Highway


There’s a razor ripping up the high way.
It’s already a bad day and it’s only Monday.
If I could change all the words to what I meant to say,
I would only change ‘I like you’ to ‘I love you Babe’.


It’s a good time for me to be leaving.
Doing ninety but I’m still not speeding.
If I did I would no longer be dreaming,
About a future where they make me her sin.


I couldn’t care less about my apathy,
But it’s a part of me, like my hair, eyes, hands and teeth
And there is no way for me to get rid,
Because this is the only way I know how to live.


An island in the sun?  Never lived on one.
Took a vacation once, but still never managed to catch the sun.
It keeps on running on gaseous energy;
Burning bright for you and blinding me.


It’s not a good day for me to be having a bad day.
I couldn’t say what I wish I never said.
You have a barrier; I get in my own way.
There’s a conveyor belt running through my head.


Off drops another thought, acting on instinct.
The free will of the naturally gifted.
All I do I have spent a lifetime learning.
A fading star will not keep burning.


Live a life less extraordinary.
Pick up a dictionary, write a new story.
If you are only searching for the glory,
Then you will only ever fail to truly,
Know the truth of a one heart butterfly.
Cease time and make way for a smile.
Let her through to see the inside of you,
Or hide away in the deepest blues.


I couldn’t contemplate not being in love again.
If I did I think I would meet my end.
There’s a reason for me to carry on…
One day I will be left as loves carrion.


I could lie, but I don’t have it in me.
I could shout out loud and scream!
I could hide away and never be open;
But what would that make me when my shell is already broken?


Nothing to hide but the deepest secrets.
They are hidden from me just like I need them to be.
If I exposed myself to the truth of human nature,
I would cry and fall down dead by a razor.

People ****!
At being in love.
They don’t care that I don’t care and you don’t care enough.


I cannot take all your deceitful back-stabbing.
Take a second…look at who it is you are grabbing.
I am not your hot property for any time;
I am God’s gift!
To the art of crying.


I have no strength left to put up with your selfishness.
Take it all back.  
I tried my best to get past your past,
But as you confess to a string of adultery,
I pick it up, wrap it around my neck,
I take a lovers leap
And I am finally free…


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

There are days where the tree is full of roses,
Blooming in colour, right under our noses.

Everybody stops to admire its beauty,
Sweet and comforting like a hot cup of fruit tea.

As the days roll by the petals start falling,
One by one, you don’t realise the warning.

Deep in its winter, it’s no longer the same,
The tree is bare, was this caused by the rain?

Nobody stares and they just walk on by,
It is no longer radiant like a butterfly.

But the tree is still beautiful deep in its roots,
Just no longer wearing its birthday suite.

The tree stays calm and welcomes this time,
Just like we shut down at bedtime.

Before you loose faith and think it’s all over,
Stop for a moment and look a bit closer.

Slowly you’ll see the tree starts to green,
Day by day, like a non-stop machine.

Until again it shows off its wonder,
Teaching us to never be scared of the thunder.