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Lynnia Oct 2018
You’re a whirlwind
Always flying
Through my head
Never dying
Back and forth
To and fro
Like a merry-go-round
And around you go
You’re in and out
Up and down
Backwards, forwards
Smile, frown
Half-baked silly
Then stone-cold
Who are you really?
Will I ever know?
Lynnia Jul 2018
I don’t understand you
You’re not like me
I walk with caution
You’re flying free
I sit alone
You yell out loud
I hide away
You stand tall and proud
I thought you were shallow
That you lacked a heart
In one night, all those things
shot away like a dart
Then the very next day
I had to take it all back
You made the same mistake
Same foresight you lack
You’re contradictory
Just a flip of a page
From abrasive; young-minded
To older than age
I still don’t understand you
We’re not even close
But I hope someday I get you
When it matters the most.
Some things I just don’t understand...
Aa Harvey May 2018
Contradictions


In shadows thoughts lurk, waiting to be found.
One idea at a time is all my mind will let out.
I am totally built from imperfections;
All these flaws and still I write my contradictions.


I am at my best when my head is in distress.
Still more to say, but I digress, when all is said.
I continue to never explain what I mean;
I hide my real feelings, as I tell you everything.


The man in the mirror can see through me.
He used to be happy, but now that is just a bad memory.
A hypnotist told me to believe that free will is easy.


I have a belief in my lack of faith.
I wish I could believe, but this is neither the time nor the place.
I need to be loved, but I am scared of the thought.
My life has taught me to never ignore a parable.


Working hard to relax;
All recurring dreams they do pass,
Like a breeze of the wind.
Never seen, maybe just imagined.
Beauty is all around, but there is none to be found,
In this jungle of the city.
She is so pretty,
But I do not have the words or will to speak,
Of my vocabulary mastery.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Searching for love in an endless vacuum.


The female heart is complicated.
Love comes and goes and we are left deflated.
When all that we want is to always be loved,
Sometimes we are,
Sometimes we are not…enough.


The heart of this man is not to be trusted,
According to the mistakes I have made; those days I have wasted.
The reality of love does not compare to the idea.
People are forever passing through relationships, like they are years.


The wonders of love are so rarely seen,
That some people truly believe that romance is all just a dream;
Some would say that romance has become extinct.
Those are the people who have never seen,
The heart that beats inside of me.


If I believe, then there must be others.
If I keep the faith
And do not measure my self-worth by the quantity of lovers,
But rather by their qualities.
Maybe one day I will find the true love that I seek…


Maybe this is all stupidity,
But I believe in love.
So you go ahead and do as you please;
I will remain as one, alone,
While you are all left searching for love,
In the depths of your phone.


I may be lost, but I am better off,
If all you have is a profile.
I want a love that is worthwhile.
I want to be loved, not just loved for a while.


Feelings change, that I understand,
But can you please tell me,
What is the point of a one night stand!?
Go ahead and feed your ego…ego…go.
I will happily watch you go away with so-and-so.


You do not even remember their names,
Because in the end they are just a name
And nothing remains of that night but a memory.
Are all your memories not just the same?


Getting drunk, having fun,
Mistakes made, but we have no shame!
You are not to blame for generation change,
But I am living a different way.
Real love, real feelings.
Real stories on every page.


You see me lie
And still you smile,
“Oh what about the little green men that you wrote about!”
I had no doubt that you would mention them,
But they were only ever spoken of in jest,
Lest ye forget,
The contradictions that I swear I never said.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Illya Oz Apr 2018
I miss you,
But I know you don't.
I wish you would,
But I know you won't.

I miss your (pained) smile,
And the way that you walked.
The way you (never) really,
Listened when I talked.

I miss the words your said,
Your advice I would (never) need.
How when we walked,
You would always (make me) lead.

I miss the way you (didn't) acknowledge me,
How you were always three steps ahead.
The way you would (never) hug me,
No matter what I said.

I miss you,
And I will forever.
It's ok if you forget me,
As I know our bond will never sever.
Ever since I was 7 my older brother has suffered from a type of OCD that is contamination oriented and unfortunately their OCD sees me as the source of the contamination. Because of this I have not been able to see my brother or have contact with them for over 2 years and even before that we had a very strained relationship. This poem is about the feeling of both loving and hating someone but still missing them for both reasons.
Merry Apr 2018
Coarse as silk
Rotten as milk
Sour as honey
Useless as money
I only have
Love unto you
Poetic T Apr 2018
If he knew are ever move
            from breath to the grave,
he knows which paths will impend us
                                          to that fiery end.

If he knew it was coming,
and planned it himself.
         Then he is not omnipotent
                   but the devil himself.

Two sides of a coin,
                    that only fall on one side,
for if he was the father he has already cast us out.
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