#music poems on Hello Poetry

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

I hate my voice

Chaos lives inside my head; shattered love has never been more broken.
If I could change this life, then I would simply forget,
Everything that made me what I am
And my words would remain unspoken.

But for now I will talk of the man inside.
The hollow heart; the empty eyes. So loveless, so lifeless…so feeble.
I am the burden I carry; self-sacrifice.
Lies tell the truth; we wish to hide all feelings from all people.

I am no light and I am without help.
Me, me, me; self-obsessed, so I write.
Only I can save myself, from myself,
But apathy is killing me and I am feeling nothing on the outside.

Music is my only friend who never lies to me;
Poetry is my only chance at finding the soul I desperately need.
I am a pathetic piece of me and the ashes of the man I used to be.
So I remain the same, I remain the same; I remain inside my grief.

Pictures mean nothing to me, but words show a true image.
Art is yours to take or leave and I am without a voice.
All I do is see the truth, as I ignore the finish;
Books have become interesting…poetry is my only choice.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#chaos #heartbreak #history #poetry #me #weak #life #helpless #writing #music

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

Love is my nicotine

Love is my nicotine

In a world of material girls, I don’t need a thing.
There is no possession I could not live without,
As long as I could still write and hear people sing.
Music is everywhere, so I know that people care,
But as for my things? Money is not needed there.

Cigarettes, no alcohol. My addiction is to you.
Well, well, I am not well.
I need love and the stories that I tell.
I could happily walk in broken shoes if you were at my journey’s end.
If you were there until the end, I would walk until the end.

In a world so shallow and where Sponge Bob is so self-absorbed,
I only need one love, to be adored,
To drive me forward,
To inspire my need to write new words, or clarity thoughts.

Love is my nicotine; love is my sunscreen.
You protect me from me and my apathy.
If you love me always, then I will be happy in all ways.
If you hold me next to you this day,
I will drift away
And when I awake beside your smile,
I will begin again.
One step towards this endless mile.
This adventure together,
United by love forever and ever and ever.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#money #love #writing #music #cigarettes #stories #journey #end #onelove

alexa Apr 2018

the music-filled artist

what i would give
to see what you're listening to,
to know if you hide behind your music like i do,
let the lyrics shout the words
you are too afraid to whisper.

you are even more beautiful than the art you create

#artist #music #lyrics #beautiful #art #shout #whisper

Jonathan Nouse Apr 2018

Partnered musically

Melody and harmony work
-Together-
To make something beautiful.

They won't always be happy
Sometimes it will be sad
But as long as the two follow through
-Together-
Music is made.

Dont get ahead of your harmony. Work together

#music #musically #partnered #relationship #love #compromise

Shadow Dragon Apr 2018

Growing Garden

Anemone,
Aubrieta
& Aster.
A life so precious,
A life so spacious.

Cosmos,
Cyclamen
& Crocus.
Call me when your ready,
Call me when it gets messy.

Ground Ivy,
Greater plantain
& Garlic Mustard.
Give me some love,
Give me everything above.

Our garden has turned
to awful melodies
of screams and sounds
that I once heard
as rhymes and
beautiful notes.

I never knew,
something so negative
could feel so positive.

#flowers #story #garden #rhyme #love #life #**** #positive #negative #music

ForestGreenSoul Apr 2018

Endless Symphony

The sweet melody of the unknown voices
The emotionally quietness of the piano
The touching chamber of violins
The beat of the African drum

The soul of the universe
The flight to utopia
The escape from everything
The safe kind of high

A helper to the ******
A therapist to the broken
A savior to the lost
Our pained silence

After all we are just broken people
Putting all our hopes and dreams
In this endless symphony

Increasing the volume
High enough
To not hear
Our vicious thoughts

When words fail
It speaks
And to us it is our lives
And the lyrics are just our stories

And this symphony will forever be endless .

~ForestGreenSoul

#broken #music #sad #sadsong #saved

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

A designer life

A designer life

We need food, drink, shelter,
Warmth and comfort.
This is the end of the list.
I am done with it.

The medicine is free.
The hospital’s a delight.
The bills are paid; I have a light.
Nicotine is optional; as are gifts.
Money is a concept, we use to live;
But when you do not want or need anything,
You are only holding onto empty pieces of paper.
I did not vote for this.

You buy things you do not need,
With money you do not have,
To impress the people you do not like.
Music is free.
I do not watch TV.
Love is free…
A design for life.

(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#need #list #cure #choice #money #politics #quote #music #love #manicstreetpreachers

AE Apr 2018

Can I Be A Member Of The Plastic Ono Band?

I want to sit and play with the greats.
I want to see myself singing songs that scream my soul.
I want to write and make history in a studio.
I want to be successful, but satisfied, too.

I want to master the JOURNEY of music.
I don’t want to or care about being the best, because
Who cares if an album goes platinum and
It isn’t written by the REAL you, not
Some cracked corporate cunning conning conundrum
Cancer-causing cannibalistic contagious canary that sings songs
More plastic than the casing on a vinyl?

No, I don’t believe and won’t believe
In your censorship and your lies
Telling me that the public will hear it
If the truth is full of flies
Would God be glad if you wrote that down?
Would your parents get angry and sue?
But I wrote them from what was hiding
In a basement filthy stew.

No, I don’t believe and can’t believe
In red stained glasses on brick
But those bullets they flew that day
To a shattered mind they stick.
Should I carry on the journey now?
Is it a burden worth to hold?
But I’ve got to keep the people happy
Cause a Grammy’s worth just like gold

Yes, I do believe and should believe
In the power of a sound-filled disc
The power of a musical drug
With no added harmful risk.
You wouldn’t believe if I got up to say
That I’m living 1984
But look all around at the artists that sing
Without a chance knowing of more.

I want to be strong and careless.
I want to learn more about learning more of myself.
I would like to be a member of the Plastic Ono Band
But the dream is over, and new bands start today.

If you are in music for the money, you are spitting on very the art form itself. Say what you want and say what you feel. Don't let others tell you what to write.

#songs #soul #write #music #journey #you #god #believe #bands #strong

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

The Door

The Door

If we are all asleep, then life will remain only a dream.
So fight for love and you will see the end of December.
In books we keep our feelings hidden, these thoughts are never seen.
The alternative is scary, so in our diaries we remember.

The light at the end of a very long tunnel;
The last piece of hope in a hopeless life.
Skip through the morning dew and splash in every puddle;
Electric metal soothes my soul, when my eyes can no longer cry.

We speak in riddles, which lead us to a ring.
In sorrow we find love until the silence returns.
In love we are united and we are able to speak and even sing.
In our naked form, we are insecure; all because love hurts.

Piano keys speak to me.
The haunting voice; a vision of any possibility.
As the violinist draws her bow across the strings,
I find myself lost in a place I have never before seen.

The sun is going down, but the sky remains vivid;
I have never seen a day like this before.
I cannot be sure if I really did see it,
But I can tell you, I think that is what happened…
Of that I am sure.

Now the light has all gone and it is dark once more;
So I will rest my head upon the ground
And wish I could be anywhere but here.
If only, we could be, beyond that door.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#dream #love #books #hope #music #poets #lovehurts #piano #musicalinstruments #death

Jasmine Reid Feb 2018

confusion

Frankly, I hate living
It's filled with so much, ****.

I hate being me, I hate being this thing, this person that I've grown so accustom to, I hate her.
I loath her, yet . . . I can not stop her, she is just there.
Eating away at my past, and forming my dreadful so called future.

I fear what she is capable of, and what power she truly has over me,
But who is Me?

I'm truly lost and broken, torn away from that little girl,
that short little girl that was so happy and ready for anything, always voicing her opinion, standing up for herself and others.

Dear God, what happened to that little purple flower?
Why did she wither away, and fray into a navy blue?
The tendrils of her roots sinking themselves deeper into the earth, her vines not strung up on thin string, holding her up like a puppet.

Music drones out her demonic thoughts, but then the lyrics touch her heart, and she quickly darts, changing over to her Electro, blaring it strong into her eardrums.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
Finally . . . Peace.
Until the next song.

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#music #demon #depression #sad #help