Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
        Jeff Gaines

I remind myself each morning that you're a want - not a need.

And each night I wander off to the stars with the realization that

I am everything without you

A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Bittersweet


Love is the Wow! moment;
The second of realization.
Love is the thunderbolt;
Mesmerization.
Love is Cupid’s arrow,
Finding its destination.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The moment she stopped faking smiles,
When she realized that she wasn't "alright",
Was when the sun rose in the morning,
And her world stayed as dark as night.

humans are like pigeons.
hold too tight; they'll hate you for keeping them caged.
give them too much freedom; they'll forget about you

Once I was
On top of the world

Winning at a game
That I didn’t know
I was playing
As I was cheered on
By eager fans
Boosting my ego

Skipping through the fallen leaves
And slipping recklessly
Through the dangers
Life handed me
Knowing
That if I tripped
Someone was there
To catch me
Before I hit the pavement

But all at once
I fell from the nest
Feeling lost
When I scraped my knee
And nobody was there
Holding a band-aid
Ready to fix me

I wondered
Why it had been so easy
To fall hard
With no broken bones
Or ugly bruises

But nobody had told me
That when I used to fall
It had only been
From Dad’s shoulders

What makes you think I like to fight?
Oh yes I love to waste my life.
You can't leave well enough alone.
The two of us create war zones.

My line, your line, the line.
We have crossed it. We have lost it.
Your line, my line, the line.
We just passed it. No point in backing.
If hell on earth were near.
It'd run away in fear.
The line, the line, the line.
We just crossed it. We have passed it.

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I never really felt so...unusual with you before.
Even though I say I hate you...i could use your arguments some more and more its that rage I adore.
In your eyes.
I see the fire slowly burning.
And those souls slowly roasting.
Now my heart is quickly beating.
Is this terror?
Or anticipation?
This feeling I'll never lose.
It's something about you.
You hate what we've become.
Sorry whats done is done.

How to dream in this world,
when the light shines so dim,
through this heavy haze of perception.

Where to cast my light,
who is to be trusted to see a darkness lifted?

With eye's clenched shut,
A whole filled with my space.

there are days when i remember you.

your smile that kept me prison for years,
your eyes that drowned my every insecurity,
your hands that grounded me onto reality,
and your voice i've always longed to hear.

but on days like this,
when i just walk beside the wind that brushes past my fingertips,
a cup of coffee in one hand,
and a book with the other,
it's like you didn't even exist at all.