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emme m Jun 2018
new shoes and late night blues
drinking ***** listenin' to views
getting 'dude' as a tattoo
i'm never getting over u

middle of may and it's all the same
life's a game that i can't play
im runnin' late at airport gates
i never thought i'd miss my plane

cigarettes and a hypocrite
white outfits that i regret
singing this to my little sis
won’t remember but can’t forget

warm beers and sudden tears
faced my fear after all these years
belvedere under a chandelier
as cold and sad as the atmosphere

blue lights on spotify
goodbyes and on my mind
getting high sippin' on wine
thinking ‘bout some stupid guy
song's done. // 'blue lights', 'goodbyes' and 'on my mind' are songs by jorja smith, who released her debut album yesterday.
Michael Hill Jun 2018
Black ink melted by the side in the road
tiny puddle trickles along
draining any message or words to decode

Only an unopened box still wrapped in a bow
footprints dug out of dirt just walking away
singing coming from inside brings tears to the soul

Showers bury a gift connected to another
blanketing with fog eerie howl shout from a far
moonlight glows red peeking in written words my lover my lover

Music continues from where It may
still roaming unattached who was or is
Many years to pass will they finally lay
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
There is no money in poetry


The foundations have been laid, now the money needs to be made.
I want to become a full time poet; how do I make this pay?
Is there anybody out there willing to offer a helping hand?
If poems were worthy £1, I would have made a grand.


What is poetry worth?
I know the value of words;
But what hope is there for a future,
When poetry is all free, just like music?
We live in a changing world.


Still seeking a publisher;
Still seeking inspiration.
Still seeking enlightenment;
Still in need of a vacation.


I write at least one poem a day; now I’m on book twenty two.
I like that Twenty One Pilots song they are playing;
I wish I could know what you think.  What will it take to prove,
That people like my poetry and the words that I use?
No other job will ever inspire me, I have a vocation;
This is my truth.  This is what I do.


Please send a sign, or a contract to sign;
It’s a sign of the times, that there is no money in rhymes.
I’m not asking for much money; just enough to live comfortably.
I dream of having my books published; no I’m not being funny.


I’m deadly serious; this is what I need, what I want.
I want to be a poet; I will do whatever I must.
My life is too short on this Earth to be lying, in the sun;
I must write, I must yearn; I must believe and I must trust.


One thousand poems written; some good, some bad.
But the majority are welcomed with open hands.  I gave it all I had.
I am still a novice; I am always honest.
I am getting better with age; even if this poem doesn’t show it.


This is truth, this is real; now let it pay for my meals.
I am humble before all poets; if you ask I will kneel.
I will beg you to just take a look at my works;
Do not judge me by just one poem.  That is all I ask;
Surely this I deserve.


No poet can always be perfect;
My style may be different to theirs,
But we are all worthy of your notice…

Let us know that you care.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Your eyes on me


Before my eyes, Nine Inch Nails are live;
I am alive when I hear the sounds they make.  
In your eyes, I must be despised,
For not wanting to be the same as you and not having your tastes.


My eyes fixate;
Break up all that which came before.
Your eyes, take them away;
I do not wish to be seen by a person who has never hit the floor.


Knocked out, kept down, I drown in the misery of my own mind.  
Picked up, put down, leave me alone!
I just want a way of my own to find.


Rail tracks, lead lives one way, to a place where I do not belong.
The right track I have never been on.
I could never follow in your footsteps,
When I know that everything you think is wrong!  


I am beneath you in every way,
Apart from the heart that beats inside of me.
Mine is open to a change and my love is so real,
Whilst you are all about order and finding a way to make me kneel.


Nothing to trust inside your words;
Pictures lost within your dreams.
All the truth you see in visions of light,
To me are but a blur.


Inside your idea of peace, I sit and scream!  
I can never write what you expect me to write.
I can never write what you would like to read.
I can never say the right thing at the right time, sigh,
Just to make you smile, because all you do is poison my heart
And all I want to do is leave!
Fly away to a beautiful place,
With a beautiful face,
On a beautiful day;
But this is just a dream.


I have no interest in your romantic movie ideology,
You had me at hello, so have yourself a nice day.  
All I see are trees, without their leaves;
Snow upon a sun that has never shined down upon me.
A hopeless lack of sympathy…
A lack of anything.  


Downward Spiral, out of control,
As my mind crashes down to kneel before her feet.  
Feelings have been lost, because you took all of the love!
So now I stand here on my spot!
Refusing to move towards the one who I wish I could.  


Walk away again because I cannot be saved,
From my own way’s and my own grave.
My own pain is my only way,
To get me through the day,
So fade away from me…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
We need to talk


I’ve got a bruise in the shape of Tom Cruise;
It’s on my back next to the Charlie Sheen tattoo.
It’s time I stopped picturing all these actors,
But still I see Bruce Willis’ face on all the posters.


Cameron Diaz is listening to jazz
And I’ll thank her please if she will give me a lap dance.
I drop my pants looking for some kind of romance,
But all I find is someone playing Una Mas.


I wouldn’t normally mind,
But they are playing way out of key
And woe is me if I can’t get what I need to make me happy;
I need to watch Mr. Bean.


Watching Van Damme for five whole seconds;
That’s enough of that, I surely do reckon.
You can’t sell me anything in your television adverts.
If I need something I will buy it;
To your lies I will not listen.


Movie stars and five star ratings.
Who do I complain to about talk show hosts,
Who act like they are dating,
The person they interview?
Get to the real questions;
We have had enough of you
And your luvvie ways,
Telling them they are great.


Why not ask them about their drugs habits?
Their exes, their fights and headline stories?
You smile, you fake, you are in love; you idiot.
An actor is just a man or a woman,
An interviewer is just a puppet.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Walk the line


Life is loud, so close your ears if you are not prepared.
All we sing rocks all the time, so why have so much fear?
Scream with us when the sun goes down
And play a guitar made from air.
Born to do it, my soul craves it, so I must let myself hear.


On a one way trip to make it to the other side of Hell;
Come creep with me through the nightmares inside my mind.
I need to see what lies at the end of eternity for myself.
I cannot believe their truth, their fear, for I am a seeker in the night.


I breathe my words into your conscience;
I never claimed that I could be the one to make a change.
All I am here to do is show you there could be another way;
Welcome to the dark side, the right side…going down in flames.


This light burns brighter than a thousand sons;
My guide through all the bad times will show us the way.
You and I hand in hand, until the bitter end of us;
Concentrate, so we don’t break.  Shall we go for it or will you stay?


Never mind the consequences;
Take the leap of faith with me before we lose it.
Let us fly into an unknown future with our eyes tightly closed.
I want to live an extraordinary life and it all begins with just a kiss.
We have been blinded to the possibilities, so let them be exposed.


They do not care if we choose their way of life,
They only care that we do not find our own way.
They expect us to own a house, keep a job and find a wife;
But we know of their expectations and still we say…


This life is not yours to control,
You have had your own life and your own time.
This last chance is mine
And this is my soul!
I will do whatever I choose to do,
So I cannot just fall in line.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Muhammad Usama Jun 2018
My treacherous hands,
Having fragility hold their dexterity a hostage,
On an old time-bitten Grand,
Sitting in dust,out of tune,
Play the nocturne of my hopeless night.

And one grief,
Your grief
(Summoning all its cousins,commanding
The weak sinews of my tender hands,
To play the requiem to my long un-granted wish)
Still speaks and prays and cries inside me,
As if it were blind to the wilderness deep within.

I am not but forced to question myself.
Should I still warm the strings of this mellow pianoforte,
With the constant rush of unsettling emotions for you,
Or should I just fade into an uneasy silence,
Deeming my emotions mundane,
And die a pitiable death?
Aaron LaLux Jun 2018
When words are not enough,
and the world won’t get off her back,
she dances the Devils way,
She’s a princess,
wait she’s a queen,
wait she’s an angel,
wait she’s everything,
a Goddess,
the hottest performing artist I’ve ever seen,

and she’s dancing,
dancing is her therapy,

I mean,
I’m not James Brown,
but it’s a man’s world,
even if Rihanna runs this town,

See,
she’s been suppressed all her life,
and I’m not just talking about Rihanna,
I’m talking about every girl that was ever forced to be a wife,
just to survive in this life,

she was touched by her father,
or brother or cousin,
when she was just a little girl,
I know we all wish it wasn’t,
but it is true,
so what’s a girl to do,
when she’s a clean 13 messing with The ***** Dozen,

this isn’t battle of the sexes,
this is war of the worlds,
wants to be a woman but she’s just a girl,
no No Doubt just burnt out nerves taken turns,

she never asked to be born,
with the burden of being beautiful,
but she refuses to conform,
she is attractable irrational and radical,
so when it’s all too much,
the stares and the catcalls,
the aggressive forceful touch,
the nails across her back like a blackboard,
and the moans become just white noise,
she takes it all in,
she forgives the man because he’s just a boy,
he is an angel even if he has fallen,
she takes it all in,
and she uses all of those abuses,
as the fuel with the tools which induces,
an allusive state of truth which,
allows her to move with intuitive smoothness,
and lose herself in the music morphing into what a centrifuge is,
separating fluids transforming what was otherwise useless abuses,
into a truth that cruises and confuses the stupid stooges,

she dances,
in a statement of glorious refusal to submit to their ideals,
she is more than a princess queen angel goddess,
she is fire burning up all preconceived notions of *** appeal,
the real deal,
dancing sweating cleansing her soul and her pores,
moving faster in progression refuting repression,
overcoming an obsession of oppression and knocking down all doors,
she is not a possession,
though she is possessed when,
she’s a dancing expression of how we all feel and more,

no words are enough,
she shows what we all feel,
she reveals what,
was before thinly concealed,

she is the perfect expression,
of imperfect circumstances,
she is poetic stanzas,
she is the paint on the canvas,
there is no question that she is the answer,
and all of this is made clear when she takes it all in,
let’s go of everything and dances…

∆aron L∆ Lux ∆

#strength #metoo #dancer #ballet #blackswan
B Young Jun 2018
I break more guitar strings than hearts,
I am bad at music
I am bad at love.

I hit the chords too hard.

I burst more drum heads than hearts,
I am bad at rythm
I am bad at love.

I strike the snare too hard.
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