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in 1992, a child is born
and handed a gift.

he opens the box labelled "life"
and examines its contents.

a blanket hand-stitched
with hope, perseverance,
and comfort

draped over a teddy bear
stuffed with fearful nightmares,
and heartache.

a blue jar labelled "sadness",
containing fluttering butterflies
symbolizing joy.

a ticket for the rollercoaster
he's finally tall enough to ride,
with no warning
of the endless ups and downs.

that two-minute rush
of adrenaline
followed by hours
of motion sickness.

this child
is now twenty six.

he is staring at the empty
box labelled "life" -

at the worn-out blanket
lying next to
the teddy bear's stuffing -

at the shards of blue glass
and butterfly corpses -

at the torn up carnival ticket.

he regrets ever accepting this gift.

- v.m
this is a very real story of a very fictional box and a very non-fictional human.

now, this very real ultra violet remarkeyable is here to tell you that you have been given your very own box labelled "life" for your very own unique reason. all you have to do is discover what that reason is. only then, i think, will you truly appreciate your very unique little box.

my butterflies are alive and well. i hope yours are too.
Jabin Jul 2018
Underneath the history,
beneath the blood,
the pain,
the corpses-

Somewhere covered by hatred,
deceit, pride, and jealousy,
below selfishness,
and ignorance-

Under mounds of ash
and toiling,
suffering and
Fear-

Somewhere underneath,
confined to fiction by
weakness:
There is something good.
D Jul 2018
with the wind blowing my hair back
the plain brown,  not much to look at
the straight nose and long legs;  it looks
great on somebody,  anybody else

but not me

with the wind blowing my hair back
it steals the words from my lips,  lifts
them up into the sky;  it's a clear night
and though I'm dead,  I feel alive
it's a pun if you didn't notice - also my way of saying I don't suit anyone's aesthetic

but **** them right?
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
No medication


No more medication, no more sedatives.
No more manufactured state of bliss,
Is needed here for I have found my peace.


If all you bring is negativity,
Then keep your thoughts away from me;
For your negativity can no longer hurt me.


For I feel nothing for you anymore,
Whilst feeling everything for her, the next girl.
She is naturally kind when she goes au naturel;
All I want from you is that you go to Hell.


There is nothing like TV to kick you in the teeth
And bring you down to your knees, down to reality.
Watching romantic comedy movies,
Is no longer possible for me.


Life is a roller-coaster with its ups and downs,
But you enjoy the ride sometimes, when love is in the air.


It all happens in an instant,
Blink and you will miss it.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Mouth.


Who’s to say what’s meant to be, when everything is wrong?
Who’s to tell me what to do and how to write a song?
Who are you to think you know me?  You are so far gone!
Drink your drink and fail to think and I will stand as one.


You want to fight, because I am right and you will never be.
You think you can convince me to think like you do,
But that ain’t happening.
Put me down with stolen words;
An intelligent thought without the feel.
Keep on talking, I am still walking,
Away from all the negativity, you wish you could force me to think.


I have no feeling towards you, because we are on different plains;
You are so far beneath anything I could ever fall down to,
So in a hole I will leave you and below you will remain.
You shout at me, because I will not talk any louder,
Because you just cannot understand me and you have nothing to say.


You cannot hear the words that I speak,
Because you are so cool and I am just a geek;
But still I see through that hollow thing you call a soul
And I have already been there
And done all the things, that you wish and say that you did.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
O Jun 2018
I feel it in my nerves,
A jolt that goes through me when I see them with others,
A fear that picks the strings of my heart,
Why am I not the one?
I open my heart,
Lay out all of my feelings and hurts,
Just to be swept under the rug again,
Why didn't you choose me?
I get headaches and lie down,
Somehow trying to drown,
I am not this which holds me,
Jealousy.
It's not one of my best writes, but I have to get it out somewhere, and what better place than here. I don't mean to sound like the whole world revolves around me, but it does feel that way when the negativity starts seeping through the cracks. I'm sorry.
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care
  a                                                           ­                                                   I       
m                                    I'm locked inside a cage                                 m 
a                                         that I built myself                                        p   f                                         But I can't get out                                         a  
a                                             I can't escape                                             t
i                                         from my own mind                                      h
l                                                              ­                                                    e
u                                                 Help me                                                 t
r                                                I'm trapped                                             i
e          ­                                                                                                       c
I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
-Im suffocating here
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A fragile mind


A fragile mind slips down a slippery slide;
The abyss is calling us to come on inside.
The darkness needs you; it needs to feed on you.
Still we are falling, we pass straight through.


No comfort blanket rescue, no saving grace;
The fear is calling, come into this place.
Deeper we sink down into the abyss;
Deeper and deeper we are sinking within.


A fragile mind keeps us locked inside;
No way out of your own head,
Now your mind is out of time and on the line.


No more stepping forward, life at a stand-still;
No warning and no rise, just the constant fall without the thrill.
No work at all from the engineers inside your mind.
They have all gone on strike, or gone home;
You are blind to all kind and alone in your own zone.


Negativity breathes into me, like the dusk it creeps into existence.
Now darkness is all I can see; what truth is there to find
Inside a head without regular maintenance?


Broken pieces form memories;
All the things we wished to do, we never did.
No hope left to guide us through the darkness;
We are trapped inside a fragile mind, so we sink down into the abyss.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Donna Apr 2018
When I get scary
thoughts I let them swim on by
Then I watch them drown
**
Much love to u all :)
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