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Avary May 2018
The human mind is immeasurable. Don't build bars around your infinite potential.
Aa Harvey May 2018
The beginning of the end


This is the end of the beginning
And the beginning of the end...


I have no control over what comes out of my soul
And this poem was desperate to escape.
I try to keep my pain inside, but it hurts so I must let it go.
If only I could still feel something other than the pain;
Then maybe I could passionately write about hate…


I'm trying to build my own future, using my own hands;
But it isn't working without someone else,
To help me become all I can.
I need a divine muse and a Mr. Miyagi;
So this dream of fruition,
Can allow me to become all the things that I could be.


But this is the end of my hopes and dreams.
The dream is over; it has come to an end.
I try to break from the chains of a mind full of ghosts,
But they are real and not just make pretend.


I begin to tell you of my desire to be;
But eventually you will see, that all I can become, is the same old me.
Now is the time, the beginning of the end;
The end is just beginning and continuous…
And there is no release, from this descent.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pat Apr 2018
Past regrets lost in an emulsion of sorrows
Paralyzed to the point of leaving yourself behind because of these dastard individuals who you call stress, anxiety and depression
However theres a fraction of an enigma that still exists within me
The fans of reality blows and steers possibilities and likelihoods towards my life
Such a thing as nepenthe doses seem relevant and present in the world?
Contrary to my uncertainty, society could believe it does in various shapes or forms
Although, our constant search for content proves a sort of doubt
Trapping beautiful leaves with different colors in a jar never to be experienced but hopefully found by a wanderer who would demonstrate what a prize they were in the first place
Negligence ultimately derived from perpetual speculation
Build, construct your house of memories as vivid and as sorrowful as they come
They are yours!
An identity, defining who you are without all the torment
Escape the wrath of your past regrets, mistakes and insecurities
You can, if you allow yourself to
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
Anything's possible?
I challenge that
if I'm not right
I'll eat my hat

a palindromic pantoum?
or pantoumic palindrome?
would you find it in
a poetry tome?

the proverbial pig
that can fly?
a snowball fight
in July?

a vilanelle
with no repeat?
now that would be
an awesome feat

an honest politician?
(not for long)
but then they all
can do no wrong

a rolling stone covered
with moss?
around one's neck
a real albatross?

a snowball in...
well you know where?
a true challenge
I do declare

a serious word
when I'm this daft?
doubt it, bloke
that's a different craft
So stupid! Just really playing with rhymes!
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The next door


Like a bird released, I am now flying free.
A wide open future, my eyes are at last able to see,
Beyond the horizon there are a million possibilities.
Destiny is beckoning, fate is silent and I am awakening.


No longer boxed in; no longer unable.
Nothing standing in my way now; able to trust in the faithful.
With wide open arms I am welcoming all love into my cosmos.
Come be with me, promise yourself to me
And I will be yours forever more, my rose.


I will give you my heart if you fall in love with me.
There is nothing that could tempt or distract my energy.
So totally focused on always trying to impress;
I am a version of true love, never discovered, nevertheless,
I am still shining my beacon heart like a sunbeam through your window.
If you are ever in need of joy, let me be your prismatic rainbow.


Follow me to the end of the Earth;
Allow me to show you what this life is worth.
Let me be with you when you feel alone
And I will give to you all I have,
All I can give;
Help my silver heart become gold.


You are my planet; let me be your moon.
Your love leaves me spinning and looking out for you.
Stick with me and we will build a love that lasts.
Hold me close, so that I can never run away;
Help me to create our out of this world romance.


As I walk into this unknown future,
Fearful footsteps disappear.
Beauty opens my heart to love;
My ears are open to hear.
My smile has returned and my voice is speaking once more.
I will always go forward with you, if you let me…
Will you walk with me through this next door?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Kt Lynch Apr 2018
The stars beat in your heart
A galaxy contained in your little frame
Your eyes are always full
With the blues of all the oceans you can't yet name  
In your mind there's constant dreaming
In your limbs there's always motion
Muscles contract and burn and grow
The world around you is in slow motion
Lessons are learned and tears burn hot canyons down your cheeks
Your favorite flower is one you have yet to see
Keep looking out the window
Searching with those big eyes
There's much more left to see
Still miles and miles out there to drive
Undiscovered depths yet to dive
A flower blooming and embracing life
Kt Lynch Apr 2018
The world is ever moving
Waking and dreaming forever
The sun is exploding the earth is turning the moon is as still as a pale white feather
The single tear of a child
Compares little to the vastness of the sea
She feels very small in the big wide world surrounded by things she's told she can't be
Compared to the hundreds of acres of forests
To the trillions of heartbeats, footsteps, and flutters of wings,
She feels very small
if even visible at all
And into herself she slowly sinks
That blinking line mocks me
I can not move forward
nor can I reverse back
I am cemented in this moment of ambiguity

That blinking line mocks me
I have an idea of a destination
but with no path to follow
So I stay at the beginning tormented by the possibilities


But that blinking lines mocks me
My mind is a chaotic storm of ifs wheres and whats
But I have a story that must be told
It has a start and I'm revving to go
My thoughts trying to get anything written down-if you didn't get it the blinking line is the cursor line on a computer
Danielle Mar 2018
In which 1 am is just a prelude,
That slight bend in the road,
Or the loosening of inhibitions.
And, ooooooooohhh,
All the delicious possibilities.
I have a love hate relationship with time and thought about a small series relating to how each hour of the night makes me feel.
Persephone Salix Mar 2018
A dynamic character
Is what they'd call me
If my life was a book

A love interest
Is what they'd call you
If my life was a book

Rising action
Is what they'd call this
If my life was a book

The ******
Is what they'd call what happens next
If my life was a book

A heartbreaker
Is what they call me
And my life isn't a book

Heartbreak
Could be what happens next
And my life isn't a book

So

A happy ending
Is what I hope for
But may not get

Because my life
Is not
A book
i hope i don't hurt her;
i hope she doesn't hurt me
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