cigarette smoke clogs her arteries
twelve packs a week
bleeding teeth and nails dawdle in her broken hallucinations
the cloud of harsh chemicals mask the iron in dust
it coats her tongue and hands and feet
the minerals latch onto the crevasses of her flesh
refusing to relinquish their rightful territory
she knows all of this
all it took was ages in a bathtub
overcome with mildew
for their stubborn tendencies to become evident
she's since abandoned attempting to scrub the brine away

Love is my nicotine


In a world of material girls, I don’t need a thing.
There is no possession I could not live without,
As long as I could still write and hear people sing.
Music is everywhere, so I know that people care,
But as for my things?  Money is not needed there.


Cigarettes, no alcohol.  My addiction is to you.  
Well, well, I am not well.
I need love and the stories that I tell.
I could happily walk in broken shoes if you were at my journey’s end.
If you were there until the end, I would walk until the end.


In a world so shallow and where Sponge Bob is so self-absorbed,
I only need one love, to be adored,
To drive me forward,
To inspire my need to write new words, or clarity thoughts.


Love is my nicotine; love is my sunscreen.
You protect me from me and my apathy.
If you love me always, then I will be happy in all ways.
If you hold me next to you this day,
I will drift away
And when I awake beside your smile,
I will begin again.
One step towards this endless mile.
This adventure together,
United by love forever and ever and ever.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I’ve been chain smoking the night away, and choking on clean air
I’ve been wondering who I am and how I got here
I’ve been acting a bit anxious and seeming a bit sad, but truth is I’m unhappy and even a little mad. 
I want to start over and forget everything I knew, but somehow my head will never forget you.
I’ve been looking at the clouds and watching the sunset, 
I’ve been hoarding empty boxes of all these cigarettes.
I’ve been looking for new things to discover and to do, but some how everything goes back to you.

I just can’t wait to get my hands on you, I can’t wait to press you up against my lips, to breathe you in, to feel everything that you do, I want to wrap my fingers around you. I begin to light this cigarette for it’s the only thing I love and I press my lips up against it and breathe it in. You’re nothing but a burning flame in my eyes, I will only love you for this moment, but then I will stomp on you until your flames cannot be seen, until your all burnt out and have given up trying to relight your flame. I destroy everything I love.

The smoke fills the air, poisonously stifling.
The destruction of my lungs, i'm forever denying.
Others see the destruction, reflecting it to me.
And when I look into the mirror, death is what i see.
Does this art of decay express my true being?
Nay, the only purpose it serves is the creation of a deadly scene.
Life without death, I strive for a balance
And I manifest such through the expression of my talents.

I desire to play the piano
   fingertips like cigarettes
I desire to pick at the guitar
   fingertips like cigarettes

I want to whistle mellifluous melodies to my comrades
   lips like cigarettes    
I wish to massage your head
   broken fingernails filed cigarettes

I search for my voice to shout but my lungs
   are (((filled)))

I want to write a SuRreal poem
   But, my
fingertips are as cigarettes

You got into your car and went looking for me
You had one thing in mind
You chose me among many others
Of course I came at a price
Then you fired me up
I felt the grip of your warm hands surrounding me
I knew you wouldn't let go until you're done
You forced your supple soft lips against me
At times it felt like you were ******* the life out of me
After using me to satisfy your need
You tossed me aside and stepped on me like I was nothing
You wanted to make sure that I was dead
There was no spark left in me
But I guess that is what you get
When you're nothing but a cigarette

Crave for me like a smoker
Craves for a puff each night.

Singing together in the dark,
Emptied bottles,
Lit cigarettes,
Spending youthful nights in a park.

Laughter shared in the dark,
Dancing happily,
Smiling erupts,
Glowing like stars, embers gently spark.

An incredible night finishing in the dark,
Unforgettable moments,
Finally free,
Idiots, on drunken adventures they embark.

She towers over him,
Oh, he knows it’s a crime,
He cries into the night,
‘I just wanted more time’.