Looking into shadow.
That place back there
where light won’t go.
and I see…
A me, I think, not me.
I’m not that thing,
a broken soul that peers back
from the blackness I deny.
I Am Me! but me won’t let me go.
( **** me…?)
“Shadow, won’t you let me go?” I ask. And
But, as yet, I will not hear him speak.
We were a country that lived near the equator;
I was the land and you were my infinite sky.
We have lived and witnessed our aeons together.
Each moment fleeting, and passing by.
The wind whispers, and the creatures rumble
weeping for me the unfair weather I hold
Only the dry seasons and the rainy seasons come by
and the sky, he's always done what he's always told.
When he cries, he creates floods and storms
or peaceful drizzles and ditz so plain
and when's angered, he takes right up
the moistened land and then grants me pain.
At night, he's terribly beautiful and quiet
the stars twinkle like stickers on my attic
The silent love, and the prolonged memories
and what he holds, goes far beyond semantics.
I sung, "Precious sky, I am your earth
the land you watch with clouds and dew."
And he replied, "Pretty land, you are my purpose
and there's nothing to take me from you."
When you’re your own ******
viewing your experiences,
pleasures of the past,
as you’re suspended
in branches of a flower bush,
expecting a blush
and rush of life,
find that from afar,
by time and distance,
they’re rather alarming,
you’ll gouge out your eyes
with thorns from
you’re entwined in
and stuff the sockets
with flower petals
to rose tint
that hint of unhappiness
welling within you.
This itch is a burn underneath the nails of my toes
Crawling through the crevices of my skin like a virus
Toes, feet, ankles, legs to my knees
I cannot relive this itch with a scratch it’s a *****
The sickness has consumed my body to the whole of my neck;
Choking me, this Amour
Whom has left me in a puddle of oil on the asphalt
Light a match
For the only relief I can manage is a heavier burn
In flames I plummet
Landing perfectly at the bottom again
Walking uphill I resume
Wrinkled. Dry faced. Charging down old stairs.
Not what I expected, but I lunged my frantic knife.
Wild eyes turn to wells as aged bright stars stare back.
Heart shattered visage glides, bumbling. Mirage.
Please go do some gardening. Your flowers are
Sick without you. I miss you. Dream spoilt. Crooked,
Half-hearted, direful springs sprout poison youth.
Seedlings blight your wrathful name as petals grow…
The flowers you grew colourless now bloom bright.
They miss grey! True blue is cold- burdened purple.
Feel the life drink backward, clutching an endless
Night you downed tools without final reconcile
Or friend blinded from drugs.
Now staring beyond a time-stained bitter fire,
Burnt images caught and ****** through empty dark
Tortured fear-stricken blood wincing agony- ****.
Fate lamenting, sharply-flashing, tortured picture,
Lying motionless. Bleeding internally.
My Grandfather died a couple of years ago. I had been living with him for a while. He died in his sleep and I left him covered in his own blood and ***** for 3 days. I didn't mean to. I had convinced myself he had the flu and had convinced myself that every little change in the apparel of the house was proof he had been out of his room. Until the stench broke through the filter...
Neither of us would admit
That what we had was purely
Bittersweet is what we said
Lies are just like sweetened lead
And Saccharin just makes my
And too much tastes like metal
As the ice is getting thinner
and there’s tension you could touch
you still feel like you’re the winner
though I say it’s all too much.
You will always be cool in my eyes.
Even after you have broken my heart into a thousand shards.
Even when you leave me behind to die.
You will still be cool to me and my heart.
People find a way to survive the lies.
Lust comes and lust it goes.
Your love for me was that of a ghost,
It floated out with you when you were creeping
And I closed the windows.
I could never love another even if I tried to.
When you are wishing upon stars calling another name,
I will still be thinking of you.
The pain it still remains.
If I have to spend each day crawling through Hell,
I will remember I met you for a split second.
I hope you remember you met me as well,
But you won’t even recall my name, I reckon.
In this sacrificial life of mine,
I made your acquaintance and created a magic inside.
I became a spell
And sparks did fly!
When the candle is blown out by the wind,
Through the opening, you remain with me.
You will claim my body with scratches down my back
And I will still dream of you, I know that,
But even after all this time,
I still love you and you still lie.
You broke me apart with liar’s words,
But you lost someone who was always yours…you never heard.
No longer mortal, when we were immortal.
You are just a doused old flame and now you’re just ****** awful!
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I would like to recline, rest
these weary limbs of mine
- head down, feet up,
giant sigh -
Resting for a moment, really,
I'm not going to sleep right
now... I just need to rescue
these poor feet... only a
I’m not sinking deep into
the couch... one little show
and then off to bed I’ll go...
Yes, that last blink
lingered… and the next
more so - another sigh -
and I sink deeper…
One more blink… weighs
heavy on… dreaming
eyes… too late to fight…