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III Jul 2018
What a cruel cycle
     That the cure to
           Suffering
     Is the inevitable shine
           Of beauty.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
My favourite dream.


Even in a daze, I can still picture your face;
Every day, I know I am moving the right way.
Without a doubt, I will never just walk away;
You make my Monday blues, turn into lazy Sunday’s.


Wish to see me and I will be there at your side;
Pray for me, when I have lost my way, from time to time.
When the sun is gone, I will kiss you goodnight;
You are my love, you are my muse and you are my morning sunshine.


If we are using bitter words, we will never advance;
I will speak a beautiful truth to you, if you give me the chance.
I will help you fly so high, if you just hold onto my hand.
If you have the time, I would like to show you my master plan.


You are in all my best memories; you remind me of being happy.
You are a sight for sore eyes and the only one I want to see.
If the world only knew you, they would know my reason to be.
You’re my lover, you’re my beautiful; you are my empathy’s release.


In a mixed up mind, you are my missing jigsaw piece.
I want to keep your love inside my heart;
You make me whole, my perfect fit.
When I am in your arms, I am at my place of peace;
So I will kiss you goodnight and as I do,
You will remain my favourite dream.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Just Maria Jul 2018
I itch and itch everyday
I scratch and scratch but it won't go away
What causes it I'm not so sure
I just wish there was a cure

It could be the bugs in my bed
Or maybe it's all in my head
I tried pills I tried lotions
I've even tried homemade potions

All the doctors say that I'm insane
All they want to do is study my brain
I went home and started to cry
I guess I'll itch till the day I die
I posted this poem at another site where Itching was the subject.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Scared to be loved.


In your mirror I cannot see a place for me.
Inside your aura, I do not feel safe.
At your side I only feel that I need to leave,
Because I know one day you will go away.


Beneath your wings I am still getting burned.
I am suffocating in your arms, let me breathe.
With you at my side I should have been able to turn,
But my life is heading straight into a catastrophe.


As the buildings collapse and crash down all around us,
I am left to reflect on the end of our love.
As the hope disappears, I am only left alone with my empty wishes.
I cannot give you what you need;
I can only be a plaster when you are in need of stitches.
Something permanent to heal what we are losing.
No Obamacare can save us from us;
I think it is time for us to say…who are we truly fooling?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Wanderer


What land is this stretched out before me?
I am forever lost inside a world of hatred, hunted by their vengeance.
Trusting in no one but myself inside this Hell;
I find myself wandering in search of a saviour to offer me guidance.
I beg, I plead; I foretell a future with an unbroken promise,
If I am to be blessed with sight, when I am blind to all witness.


I confess I am lonely in such a barren place;
I fall detached from any form of comely shaped temptress, blaming all.
I am unworthy of your anger, for I am invisible to any kindness;
I seek some meaning inside this world,
But I see no way of becoming disenthralled.


A dark ranger stalks my footsteps;
I shall be captured and added to the prisoners of hopelessness.
Pain reigned, so I sought shelter within a drug.
Now all I am is lost in the wilderness and all I can do is wander on.


Could I have foreseen this foretold future?
Was it written down for me to read?
Is there any way I can fix my existence with a simple suture?
I need a loophole in my downfall, in which I can believe in,
So that I can put my faith in the hope that one day I shall be set free.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
As I mope around the swamps of my brain
I think of nature’s beautiful scenery
Stuck in a world where currency reigns
Littered with mankind's rapacious factitious imagery

Sat in a cube, walls off-white
Ceiling tiles, **** stained
Trapped in ennui's plight
Blue light keeping a soul maimed

But there's a cure
Just beyond these walls
5pm, till then I endure
Then I can answer Edens call
Stuck in the frozen depths of hell of off-white walls filled with a cubical garden. Not the garden I want to grow.
Aa Harvey May 2018
Your endless love


You could bring me sunshine, or you could be my rain;
Either way I look forward to seeing you again.
You could be love, or you could be lost;
You could be good, but I want you bad.
I will willingly pay any cost,
To feel your love; to make you laugh.


If pain is what I must endure,
To be allowed to knock on your door,
The knock me to the floor with a thousand rejections,
Because you are my cure and I will always rise once more.


If I must lose all that which I have,
To hold onto your love, then take it all back.
I will give you all that which I have,
Because, I want you bad.


You give me hope when there is none.
You give me shelter from the pain.
You give me your tears of happiness,
When I am dying of thirst beneath the sun;
You give me anesthetic with your kiss when I am in need of being saved.


I can only give you my unending devotion.
You are already my endless passion in motion.
I can be the arms around you when you are in need of a hug;
I can only be what you are to me…
Will I remain your endless love?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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