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Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2018
If it doesn't grow by 10 years
Never expect, after 12 it grows

Save the effort
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Human Nature || Latency
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Apathetic to your positivity.


We keep on running, because we can’t stand still.
We keep on climbing, because we have got to get up the hill.
We keep on searching for a better thrill.
We are humans and we strive to advance, using all of our will.


Forward we march, dragging the weaker man with us.
Onward we go, for the good of our health.
Drop and give me twenty one-handed push-ups;
I am too lazy to evolve, so keep your thoughts to yourself.


You can advance the entire human race
And you have my full support.
As long as that doesn’t require anything from me.


I will not hinder your quest to find out more,
But I cannot bring myself to need anything but peace
And a place to be alone without your positivity.


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


I haven’t got time to be wasting time;
More determined than ever to live this life right.
No more mistakes, no chance of letting up.
I am a rocket of burning gasoline;
Light me up and I will fly above.
My one way ticket proves there is no return,
To the man I used to be;
I have left him behind, with memories of her.


I have got to live faster, learn faster,
Learn how to become better;
More important now, than ever.
It could be forever.
I am no longer knocking on opportunities door,
I am running through the walls,
Like a wrecking ball; destiny calls.
I was smashed into oblivion,
Caught every single piece.
Rearranged it all before I hit the ground,
Then I offered you my peace.
I rearrange the words and put them out from me again.
I rewrote the script, going to make it my own way.
Get a better job that pays.
Find a better way of life somehow.
Find a woman as I am running up into the clouds.


Horizon calls so I leap into the sky.
Like a bullet train, I am moving faster than ever.
Going to find myself a way,
To find a better word – Zephyr.


I want to be amazing, so that is what I have to be.
Be good to me and I’ll keep it friendly.
Stand in my way or try to hold me back,
I’ll fold the edges of the universe and draw a new map.
Time to be through the stars immediately.
Time travel; space monkey.
Are you following me?  
Then hold on tight because I have got to zoom!

Go faster!  


Going to charge into the future,
With a trail of spoken words left in my wake.
Words that mattered then, matter now;
Why else would I say it?  For my sake?
No more holding back, open mind, open eyes,
Life is a one way track, like a train on rails,
With no stops en route;
I break!
Through the sound barrier with a sonic the hedgehog boom!
And I shake the room, into view,
Waking up statues.
Pick an expression and stick with it.
I ain’t coming back anytime soon.
Just passing through, from me to you,
I bid you adieu.


Step one, step two,
On through the thousandth step,
Like an ostrich running,
In a sun-bright morning,
I’ll burst into view and take your breath away,
I’ll pass right through; I’ll see you again someday,
Like a blur of a man that you think you recognize,
But that man ain’t me anymore;
I have disappeared…goodbye.


I have evolved constantly, in every way;
A new page, a fresh face, a new day.
Everything is getting better man.
Peace, love and empathy ain’t just going away.


I have no time to say it better,
Better, better change;
Improve the person you are.
A woman with class, intelligence, beauty
And one fine…laugh.  Ha, ha.
See I want the best that I can have
And if that means looking back at the history of me,
Then okay; I’ll find a way, maybe.
Adjust the car mirror,
I only know my freeway to loving you.
Stars in my head and the motor city in my heart,
My feet are spinning faster than anybody ever knew.


I leap over hurdles
And with a three step hop,
I am forever dodging curveballs,
With a dot, dot, dot.


I am running home,
Got to get there soon,
So put on Ok Go!
For the one moment and enjoy the show;
I ain’t got anything better to do.


I ain’t got time to make a video of science;
I’m writing word after word, after word…you should try it.
I know one day, this will all stop…

But I ain’t done all this writing yet,
So I will carry on;
‘til the break of dawn when I see my home
My eagle-eyes see her smiling,
Waiting for me,
With me;
She tells me “you have no need to be alone.”


I will raise my kids to know write from songs,
‘til I have no words left inside my head,
Until the day I forget.

I will find a way for them to see…
When love is a reality,
Life becomes a dream.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Time


There are times in our lives,
There are days we despise;
But we keep on moving on.
Yeah we keep on moving on.


Though we try to get by;
Though we hurt, we survive
And we keep moving on,
By getting ourselves high.


If we need some more time;
If we learn how not to die.
When time is not on our side,
We will know it’s time to say goodbye.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
It doesn’t matter.


Falling from the sky like a meteorite.
I’m losing sight of what might have been,
Because it has never been seen.
I have never had focus, because I never had to look,
For my inspiration, it rains down upon me;
So quick to admit defeat, so I throw away my books.
When I should be more promising,
No promise is kept,
Just swept aside and forgotten;
Until eventually I will have nothing left.


On a course towards love, it is my destined reality,
So I am waiting for a change of fortune;
I’m still waiting on reality.
No pop up picture book ideals, to be seen within my dreams;
Just reality biting me, it sinks its teeth in deep.
So no hope can I search for,
Because I know there is no cure,
For the lack of wishes I am granted;
Feet firmly planted, outside opportunities door.


No advance, no way;
Never been paid to read a page.
Never told there is a way, I just leapt into the future,
With a blindfold over my eyes;
I let the spirits take me over to the other side.


Somebody stole my bicycle,
So I could do with a lift to the next town over;
No time to look over my shoulder.
Eyes firmly fixed on what is to come;
I have already experienced a lifelong slump.
Now the curve is getting steeper and as I climb I do rise;
One hand upon the mountain top,
One more step to take into the light.


Find a word that rhymes,
Forever search for insight.
Stay locked inside my own slide show.
A film study, a flick book;
Life is just passing on by…


Without hope there is only loss;
I lost my hope a long time ago,
But the call of love is eternal,
So I will continue to scribble inside my journal.
One day somebody will find it in the rubble
And hopefully they will say,
He never stood still.


He kept on trying,
He kept on writing;
If only they knew how much more I need to find…
Pour all of your thoughts into my head;
There is plenty of empty space that needs to be filled.
I could never give you a reason,
So please stop asking;
I wish I could, I hope you will,
Pick up a pencil, pick up a pen;
Use a keyboard or a quill.
Speak a thought just once and they may like what you write,
Or they may think,
Well that was just a complete waste of my time.


An eclipse of the mind, wrestling with a need for a tongue twister line.
I need advice every time I make a decision;
Did I say that right?
Can you see where I am going or am I just losing you with my ways?
Shall I continue to say or just fade away?
Some people use a password as the password;
If you see this as just a blur,
Then you will never see the words that I am trying to say…
Would that it were.


Smash the glass, we are in need of an alarm,
Because as I lay here dying in your loving arms,
I’m spinning riddles around my ball of yarn
And nothing makes sense to the follower of patterns;
They could never understand that is does not matter,
If any of this even matters!


All that matters is the matter at hand we sit upon,
In the evening air, under this sunset sun.
This is not a perfect picture painted purposely peculiar,
It’s just a work of art or an apprentice piece.
A doodle or a riddle, a non-logical use of the vernacular;
It is only my dreams of an exploding star,
Scattered throughout the universe…

And that is all it will ever be.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Willow May 2018
What if it was us.
The bench held two
The car held two
The trail held two
The sand held two
The stereo held two
What if it was us?

What if it was you.
The bench took your time
The car lifted your spirits
The trial brought your journey
The sand held your footprints
The stereo held your thoughts.
What if it was you?

What if it was me.
The bench held my hopes
The car drove my dreams
The trail took my eyes
The sand held my breath
The stereo held my words
What if it was me?

What if it was us.
What if the bench held our heads
What if the car carried our baggage
What if the trial took our hands
What if the sand caught our falls
What if the stereo said our intentions

What if it was us?
levi eden r May 2018
rereading what i used to call my reality and end seems so far away from where the clouds.
even though i will always end up at That place,
i'm here now.
endless meadows and sun that doesn't burn you if you're wearing black.
i've never really written "happy" stuff until now. thank you for reading my poetry and letting it touch your heart, if it has. being on here makes me realize i'm not alone in this big world. thank you.
Kayley Godek May 2018
My body somehow knows
The grief tomorrow holds.
I ache and throb
But I cannot sob;
The urge to cry
Stings my eyes.
My feet drag heavily
In the depths of this valley.
Every year without fail
I remind myself I am too frail.
"You're strong without the numbers,"
Yet I was too weak to pull you from your slumber.
Each March 22nd
Feels just like the 1st end,
When your heart stopped beating
And mine started bleeding.
I'd skip this whole day
But I'd miss the chance to say:
I miss you, lovely little hurricane.
It's all I can do to keep sane.
The smell of mint
Hurts just a hint.
The skinny jeans and hair bows
I could never disown.
I wear your effect  
On my forearm *****.
The pain of loss is akin
To etching you into my skin.
My hands shake with cold,
Though not as cold as a headstone.
Oh, how my body knows
The grief tomorrow holds.
In Loving Memory of Kelcy Golling.
07/02/1999 - 03/22/2014
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