I tried to take a picture
Of everyday I was with you
I tried to take a picture
Of all the happiness you bring

I tried to take a picture
Of the flowers that you sent
The ones that were red
With that very strong scent

I tried to take a picture
Of the day that shined so bright
The way the sun radiated yellow
Giving us its light

I tried to take a picture
Of the nights by the lake
Where we sat in the blackened dark
Smoking getting baked

I tried to take a picture
Of the smile on my face
But I turned the camera around
To hide the clear but staining tears that raced

I tried to take a picture
Of the love around me,dear
But an uncompromising flash burnout
Causes me fear

I tried to take a picture
Of the happiness you bring
But what I captured
Was the truth and its sting

By Arcassin Burnham

I know that you think shes beautiful,
And I know that you think that she'll
be better drifting off to sleep with you,
Walks on the beaches in your picture
view,
And though you like her so, she still wants to make fun and ridicule you,
I'm starting to think you like that,
Wanna leave feelings , they fight back,
Not lying to yourself is a fact,
That love is not good when it is no
match , for chemistry,
Let her be,
Let her dream,
About the guy that she should have took,
Pregnant and her baby daddy left , its all over
facebook.

Tattoo pretty


Make me pretty, pierce my skin;
Push the needle deep inside.
Make me happy, picture perfect;
Picture this until the day that I die.


Symbolize the latest trend.
Oh my God it looks so cool!
Draw your vision upon my chest;
Make me another painted fool.


Tattoo pretty, picture perfect.
Ok, do it; I shall have no regrets.
Give me pain and a permanent imprint.
I should have done this with a straight head.


Pass me a joint so I don’t feel it.
I don’t know why some people like pain.
I just want a pretty picture,
Permanently placed upon my skin.


Oh, it must be on my arm, so everyone can see it!
Now I need to buy some clothes, so I can emphasize it.
Now all I need is a neon light and to speak a little louder!
I hope they hear me and ask me about it;
I’d hate it if they didn’t bother.


What if they don’t notice it?
What if they don’t notice me?
What if I’ve made a huge mistake?
Why should I be concerned?  
It’s not like I can do anything.


Ok, I’m now so tattoo pretty;
I have a symbol on my arm.
I don’t know what the Chinese symbol means,
But I think it does look really cool.


What next?  What can I put on my leg?
What about after that?  Maybe one on my chest?
Oh and I must get my back covered with something;
Oh that would look so cool on my neck.


I like that one she’s got on her hand,
I’d like to have that, on the side of my head.
I’d love it if I completely covered in tattoos.
Tattoo pretty died, unrecognizable to her kids.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My garden


Bright white lights, shine in the night;
Lighting up the blackened sky.
A single pool in the calmness of space;
Some stories say he has a face.
His moonlight shines upon us
And lights up all my man made grace.


The flowers I planted beneath the old oak tree,
Have no need of false light, to be seen.
For nature has no need to be nurtured;
It's a natural beauty that has already been created
And cannot be improved, for it has already been perfected.
Its genealogy has no need to be altered.


It's strange to see the pool in the sky,
Shining upon the pond I bought to life.
To see the fish swim in their world,
Not knowing of the land they will never walk upon.
The birds on the fence, the fish may never see;
May one day take their life and end their forgotten dreams.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Save my life
Fill me with oceans, no, galaxies of hope and happiness and Emotion
Heal my scars, end the Voices
Hello, dear Poetry
It’s me again.
She has twisted her words into a vicious knife
Stabbing it into my fragile skin again
Fix me, and I will grant you new words
I will heal your thirst
Hello, dear Poetry
I’m here.
Let me coax you into a beautiful picture
Let me caress your gentle fingers into painting a mural
So that you may fix the blows that landed upon my bruise ridden skin
And in return, I will pour my heart
Hello, dear Poetry
I’m back.
Our relationship heals one another
Our love is unbreakable
We are one and the same
You heal my eyes from being hidden
My soul is sound in paradise
And your soothing voice has made my scars beautiful.
Hello, dear Poetry
I thank you
For all the times your palace has given me shelter
And the times when you have held me close,
Rocked me gently and sang a free lullaby into my mind
Goodbye, dear Poetry.
Until we meet again.

People always ask me why I photograph,

I often tell them-

I photograph because some people have foggy lenses, and some people have foggy mirrors.

~A Photographer

He has eyes you can drown in but I am reluctant to swim, he is very charming and has fire within. He can make me happy and he can make me sad but I don't want him to see the true me Because no one ever has, no, I don't mean my shell I mean my soul for I fear if he looks within I will lose control. So here is my version I have made for myself the picture I paint for everyone else.