Shipwreck.


If because I have been out of the loop for too long,
I can no longer speak of love;
Then what more is there for me to say?
My silence is deafening, so I will speak no more and close the book.
I failed to live the dream,
When I am wrecked on Love Island’s shore.
If I cannot have love, then can you please tell me,
What on Earth am I here on this Earth for?


No elegance, in my lack of a rhythmic dance.
I could risk it all on your honesty;
But I would only end up crying when you decide to take your love back.
It seems so selfish to me,
When I would love you so selflessly.


I can never forget the lies that rattle around inside my head.
If I could walk away, I would never be seen again.
If you wore rose-tinted glasses this day and spoke only of truth,
I could find a way to fall in love with you.


As you move forward in time,
On to the next one in line,
I am left behind, to be lost.
The next mirrored word; my chance is gone.
What is yours is no longer any concern of mine.
Until the end of this line, we were an umbilical chain.
We are so similar in thoughts, but we have never felt the same,
For I am permanently lame;
While you are a Goddess.
It is so belittling to not be welcome anymore, inside your presence.
I have failed every test.
Step one into love equals two steps back…
Oh what a perfect mess.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
In the stillness of the night
Across the river, under the stars
A Silhouette of a dancer
Hunched,
Forsaken,
Alone.

Sits lone dancer
Dreaming of a holding hand.
Whispering in the silence
For no ears to hear.

Once the crowd cheered
Now the light has ebbed
The glory is over
The name long forgot.

The dancer looks up
To the moonlit sky
Counting the stars
To a million and one.

A shadow appears
Embracing dancer warm.
A lover long dead
A lover and friend.

Now A pair of wings each
both dancing in the skies.
Dancer no more lonely
Dancer no more alive.
Why do we dance better when we are in love?


Why do we dance better, when we are in love?
A lack of embarrassment,
As you feel like you've been drugged.
You feel the music more, because the lyrics have new meaning.
The description to the picture of the woman you've never seen.


The lights enlighten your mind, as the colour fills her face.
She appears before you, when you’re too drunk to concentrate,
On the words she is saying, that you know would be great,
But she thinks you’re not listening and now it's too late.
Her attentions been taken, by another hopeful singleton;
An unknown quantity, you never had time to think of.


He's taken your place, in entrapping her mind;
He's the guy you should have been, but you never had the time.
He's the second rate choice, that wins this fair maiden’s soul;
He's taken your maiden, so now you should go.


The girl I think I love, isn't really who I love;
I just haven't realised, that my time has not yet come,
But love is on the way, my heart is its destination;
But to whom will it be given and mutually taken?


If love is on the way, how long must I wait?
And will it hurt me like before?
Or will I see that it's a new day?
Full of new opportunities, new hopes and new dreams;
But this time around, there will be a happy ending.


Thinking of the future fills my heart with such gladness;
Knowing I could fall in love with a stranger,
Who will take away my sadness.
Knowing anything is possible; my futures full of hope,
That one day I'll get the girl and one day I'll fall in love.


To listen to new words, from a voice I've never heard,
Would be such a thrill, would be more than I deserve.
For the strong always win, as the weaker man falls behind;
But surely I deserve love too, I've committed no crime.


So why am I punished, every time I see her face?
The last kiss we'll ever share, now only leaves a bitter taste.
We could have been good for each other,
If I only stood my ground
And told this girl that I like her,
To make her smile and not frown.


I walk into the bar, as my future sits on her own.
I must seize this last chance and tell her she's the one.
So we sit there all night long, telling tales of our past,
Whilst thinking of the future, as I wonder will this last?


She understands your desires, your wishes and your dreams.
She wants to be with you; well at least that's what you think.
You must let the goodness of love, overcome the bitterness
And let the love light shine on her, so you can feel the goodness,
To light the warmness you feel, so you can ignore all your doubts
And make a hole in your heart, to let the burden seep out.


I'd make a hole in her head, to remove the memories of the hurt,
To help her look to the future; it is what she deserves.
To let her remember the good times
And the love that we could have;
To make her think of our future
And forget the painful past.


I want to take away the weight,
That you carry upon your shoulders
And hope we make a connection,
Between what's inside us.
The worlds too heavy for you to carry,
I think it's time you gave it back;
I only want to make you happy
And stop you ever feeling sad.


Now the weight has been lifted
And you’re free from the burden,
Will you join me on this quest
To find our Garden of Eden?
To create our own world,
Exactly as we need it to be;
To share in the ecstasy of possibilities.


Our future could be golden,
Like the setting summer sun.
Loves a new weight on your shoulders,
But it gives you someone,
Who will be there until you die,
Unless I die before you do;
But I'd refuse to be killed,
If it meant that I'd lose you.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Blaze a blunt, because they’re all in, finally made it, feeling good, like I wanted. Out to pour honey over the silk, be back before lunch time and call a pusherman. Making ends at the last straw. The wind will now your thoughts, as soon as they leave the tongue.
Voracious mass spreaded in poetry. Produced thyself, for myself, crystallized in memory. Like my emotions had been froze, harsh times in hardships had my heart still and muted. For every word written in hope to explode profound sensations. Burn. Smile at awareness. Heaviness in wisdom, whirlwind of poetic allures.
Infusing in the veins of others. Images of me printed on your memory. Invictus enigma. I stayed closed up, poetry is a selling tool. It’s been a long time. I open up for those who toil in their efforts. Eyes tightly sealed. Staggering in my absurdity. Plucked from obscurity. Where you lived once in the void of life, where they all in strange ways placed value in the most mundane actions, in a place now where reality had collided with mythological events. Turning out folklore.
My entire life has not been in protest of human principles.
Just saw the worth in innovating originality, to go out make something of thyself. Because the life lived without confront it’s destiny and conquering my own personalized fate, was not worth one simple-basic moment.
As for those I’m not apart of. Do not weep now or never. It’s such a waste.  I left to cross over. Rumors spark chatter of death.
(knowledge variable)
Alice


She was the one in whom I had found love at first sight.
In wonderland I gave a primal shout
And Alice came to rock out loud.
This head-banging beauty shone so bright;
I knew I had to make her mine this night.


In search of love, the boy of her dreams,
Stood in front of her at last to be seen.
She smiled because she knew her prayers had been answered;
She danced for me and she was my exotic dancer.


We spent the night together lost in each other’s eyes,
The stars above were the colour of disco lights.
Summer was gone but the heat was still here,
In her arms I felt something move me, so I let go of my fears.


In her is saw love shining back at me,
For in her beauty I could see she could give me all that I need.
Her smile was the smile of the Mona Lisa;
Such peace to be found in her, my panacea.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Knocking some back,
You know I'm not chasing.
I swear I tried to cut back,
But embracing
It's just in my nature.

So don't get attached
When we're dancing
So stop advancing,
Because I'm just glancing.

You'll wake to cold.
But I told you,
You'll wake.
So don't claim I'm fake.
Carter Ginter Jun 11
What a day
What a life
I've been here many times
But none of them felt like this

My first year
I saw this couple
They were dancing and singing
As they gazed into the other's eyes
The love there was palpable
And to a young queer person
Feeling extremely alone and unlovable
I cried because I didn't think
I could ever be worth
A love quite like that

Then this year happened
I thought she was a new crush
But those gorgeous eyes locked into mine
And I feel like I've known her for ages

A few drinks in and
The anxiety begins to fade away
As our bodies time themselves to the rhythm
Of music I didn't think I could dance to
As strangers question the intensity
Of the intimacy between us
And would probably freak if they knew
That we've only known each other
Just over two weeks
But time is irrelevant and
Feelings are everything

Her vibrant energy electrocutes mine
Sending my body into both a
Simultaneous rush and deceleration
As we are transported beyond this space
Beyond the heavy crowds
To a place of our own
Where no one can touch us
Where no one else exists
Where it's only her and I
Staring into each other's eyes
And feeling each other's souls
Exactly where I wanted to be
Is exactly where I am
Johnny Noiπ Jun 11
keep   dancing  until u're  gay  &   
     wet,    deep  into       perfect   ass-eating          
     writing  about           blonde   Russian  skanks that    |    
smell  like ass      & dirty                pussy       &
       drink       all day          or               on the     kinds  
of     days  when     wild   boys  like  Ivan 
jump through      the           mirror   w/          
             their    
      lips   blind as   robots;   Igor  disdaining  
pussy for            reality,        speaking while 
     waiting;      yellow means  walk    &        he      met  
her at the  club   & was all set  to be born          
  when        lives  came         running all    raped;  
       the story       filled   in by     Eli        who'd        
walked   the    mothers   to    work   be - side the     

      fallen    
        human  race        leaving       an
      eye  open       to  rape;      turning  
friends  over in          bed         to expose their  
                      brown   married  holes;      
             history   wrote on her            tits & her    
     faces  in magic marker;
           he fucked a  hole in the       
    floor  while        Barbie   danced under   
     water;   showing off       protruding          
pink       butt   flesh                  ,    
     winning   Greek   legs & small,  small   torso      
brought       on by                    dreams   of    the       
Muses;  
                     just   sitting   being a mom   ;
   she'll     lay me  for           sure
         as  science's   sister   Bettie is   cool  
as the ode       contained   in the               
           secret   story  of  Christ   broken &    
          drinking, his   voice raspy from  
   smoking pot;                           that   bitch  Mary n
   used to       be            
             pretty  
      for a schoolgirl
                  but her    arms  are   /  
         weird; still, she's    alive  & moving ;     
         her     best   years were in          middle  school            
        wearing  a miniskirt  
      & talking of long              ago   w/ an    
  air   of      the unknown;
      she    started  to  state  her  daughters  
      ­    were      unseen, but I   read  
            that     dick                            was  eating  
gold &  silver   watches  
     to        abstract   the   ghost from         dawn;
           in the       streets   fucked
                     ladies   beat   move  
           sight   takes   care   buried   happened
             to the prophet's   kiss;  
the            modern   top   noun   loved  
      & remembered    by    whores   centuries
from now in the    
        sweaty   fields of        music   &    |    strange  
burning   lot                 of the                evil   house                of the                American born             Chinese  girl
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