I miss the very beginning when time seemed to slow the moment our eyes met, and the way we would effortlessly talk about anything and everything
I miss how just thinking of you could comfort my restlessness, and feeling the warmth radiate from your body on to mine
I miss the small feeling of hope that there was a chance you felt the same love and longing for me
Now if we make eye contact anxiety courses through my veins and my thoughts race, and when we talk I'm terrified of saying the wrong thing, too much, or too little
Now when I think about you it poses as a reminder of how you unintentionally stole a piece of my heart and filled the missing space back up with cold loneliness
Now I am drowning in the sad truth of the reality that you will never experience the passion and joy, and the addictive love that I felt for you
You will never cry until your eyes are too overcome with exhaustion, that not even the faintest tear can trickle down your cheek because you fear I don't love you back
You will never lay face up staring into space completely numb because you think if you manage to suppress or even **** your emotions then the heartache will dull and the hurt will fade
You will never feel as cold, alone, foolish, and unloved as I do - because the difference between us is that I will always love you, although I can never be yours.

Snakes masquerading as friends...
Shed the facade you have crafted;
I can see your forked tongue
tasting the air.

A brush of gentle lips,
A small innocent caress.
That gave her butterflies,
And heart beat shore with affection.

Eyes connect, caught like deer's in headlights.

A brush of torn lips,
A small innocent caress.
That gave me a stomach ache,
And heart beat dropped with dread.

Eyes fluttered closed, belief in it being a dream.

Entranced in a dance,
She is swept off her feet.
Time seeming to stop,
Mind made up that she is madly in love.

Hands creeping subconsciously to wrap around.

Enchanted in a pull of a dance,
Feet are heavy like there chained.
Time seeming to stop,
Mind finally catching up with the facts.

Tangled into the game of bittersweet love.

She has so much love,
She wishes to give it all to you.
Her eyes gleam with pure bliss,
Deeply drowned in maddened love.

That sadly has only one person wanting to play.

I am incapable to love,
I wished to return but I had none to give her.
My eyes gleam with glaze,
Deeply drowned in sorrow and regret.

The Duality of Man


Black and blue.
False or true.
Heaven or Hell?
Me or you?
Life or death?
Loud or mute.
Do we keep our eyes closed?
Or do we see a way through?


Hot or cold?
Tea or chocolate?
Coca Cola = Subconscious adverts.
Roll the dice and place your bets!
Be alone all the time,
Or name a pet.


Do what you like,
Or what you are told.
Do you love Him?  Or Her?
Decide before you are too old.
Be one of the common people,
Or break the mold.
Make your own choices.
Do you stay or do you go?


Work for the state (of mind), if you have the time.
Remain independent, or change your mind.
The NHS is the best!
You could choose private.
Pick up a gun or a pen…
Grow up or remain a kid.


Life is about choices, so I choose life.
Life is too short to be worrying about time.
Reinvent yourself as many times as you like.
With every day there is a new age,
So why not smile,
Instead of cry.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A while ago I came across an adversary
and it seemed he wasn't doing very well;
he was full of doubt and much negativity
lacking the inspiration to get out of hell.

The best he could do was to cast doubt
'n fear around like a sharp edged sword
plagiarise from some books lines about
what had been written there as a record.

He was very good at doing what he did
it seemed, by all of the noise he made,
that at times under a false humility hid
the demon within of which God forbade.

He also managed to overwhelm a few
and gather around him those who were
much like himself unable to see through
the darkness within of their mind's blur.

He seemed to know every trick in the book
and would hide many of them up his sleeve
to cajole other people into his fold by hook
extending them a helping hand to deceive.

Whenever someone new would come along
there he'd be with a forked tongue to brag
of doubtful words about their heart's song
in such a way just to impress and to snag.

He didn't like it at all when others around
ignored or didn't respond to what he said
going all out by trying them to confound
with doubt and fear cast at them in dread.

If someone got annoyed and reacted in a way
that was against the local rules, he reported;
by knowing that he had the upper hand to say,
to those in charge, a victim is to be deported.

This would happen only once in a while when
they were caught unaware of the game played
not knowing the local rules to advantage then
except by him who all such conceit displayed.

If you happen to be one of the lucky ones and
get yourself kicked out of the place for a while
don't be too ******* yourself and to understand
that what you've learned there was by his guile.

As far as I know he's still into his doubt 'n fear
and gets away with it at a God forsaken place
where if by fate you stumble across or be near
please have courage and do not ever lose face.
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