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WITH THE WORDS SHE WROTE
PASSIONATELY WITH HER PEN
YOU CAN FEEL THE INK
CRAWL UPON YOUR SOUL

HER CREATIVE YET HARD LIFE
BLESSED US WITH HER POEMS
SHE IS WHAT SPIRIT CALLS LIFE

PAIN STRIFE LOVE ABUSED
SHE WILL NOT FALL DOWN
WITH THE STROKES OF THE INK
ITS WRITTEN HER PERSONALLY

LET MY WORDS CONSUME YOU
OPEN YOUR MIND BE NOT AFRAID
DARE TO BE THERE WITH ME

FIND THE PLEASURE
IN POEMS WRITTEN
NAUGHTY & SO DELICIOUS

READ THE STRUGGLES
TOUGH DAYS LONELY NIGHTS
LONGING TO BE LOVED
NEEDING TO BE HEARD

SURVIVING ON THE STROKES
OF MY HAND ONTO PAPER
IS THIS HOW IT ENDS
WRITING IN INK
THE RHYTHM OF MY LIFE
WORDS JUST WORDS WRITTEN

©🇯ENNIFER DELONG ♬✘↯

Beaten


I tell you the truth, but I digress.
The lies you breathe into me are Heaven sent.
I try to believe but life is stress.
Memories leave me broken and spent.


Bruises heal, I do not.
Give it your all, or it will be gone.
Smack me with lies of hate and betrayal.
I will survive, you will not prevail.


I have been beaten with many words.
The best ones were hers, but there are others less heard.
I chose to believe though they sounded wrong.
You cannot speak of love and criticize the song.


They have lived it brick by brick.
They have heard all your lipstick kiss.
They have given their heart and soul.
Yours was sold for a little gold.


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A beautiful lie


Tell me a beautiful lie…I’ll believe it because I have to.
Find me a corner in which I can cry, for this soul cannot be soothed.
Gift me a word of truth that I will never believe.
Give me your honesty so I can once more see.


A lie is just a truth, wrapped in an enigma inside a box,
And I can’t find the key, I need to unlock.
The words are misremembered or never understood.
Show me your truth and I’ll despise your good.


Hand me my life in a basket, I’ll devour your soul.
Wrap me in a casket, when I get too old.
Punch me with a line, so good that it hurts.
Flesh me out of paper parts, and mould me last and first.


Give me life or death, for that’s all I have left.
Leave me in a mess, alone inside my head.
Let me beg and beg, but never forget.
The last words are unsaid, until they are the dread.


Too weak to fight for a lost cause forever more.
Painstaking curiosity, peeking through doors;
Looking for a light on, but all the other side is dark.
Lift me with your haunting tune my beautiful lark.


(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Heat and hearth give birth to the pain of the people
Burning down whatever was created
Blowing away the ash left behind from memories
The wind whispering tyranny into the ears of the leaders
Portraying violence among the people we once called friends
The understandings of a mind get burned
Causing strain in society

There is no more room for hope
The noose is around our necks
We are getting whipped into place
One foot out of line and we’re gone
The fear coursing through our veins should be replace with anger
Anger towards those who wrong us
The ones who decide what we can and can’t do
The ones who say they’re doing it in the name of God
Well, I hate to break it to you
There is no God,
There is no one coming for us except ourselves

As the gods spew their inchor across the sands of time,
The ones who were deemed unworthy must revolt
Leaving nothing but ash and dust in the path of those who deserve it

Once the world comes to a halt and the flames subside,
There will only be room for improvement of society as we know it.
So don't be afraid if your knife is dull,
For once what was broken mustn’t be fixed,
Instead given new purpose if all what was given

We are the ones worthy of fame and fortune,
Yet the time for us to reign hasn’t rose like the sun
But one must watch the moon leave in order to obtain sight of the sun
Us too want nothing more that power
Tyranny has left its ****** hands on our backs,
Giving support to the blind

New doors await on the other side
Yet no one dares to take the leap
We are cowards among the gods
If we want to keep our heads,
We must let go of our souls
But keep your courage,
For that is the strongest thing of all

Blood stains the hands of the guilty a nauseous crimson.
From first contact,
To the last breath,
Remains no emotion

Beneath their fine skin
Turning a sickly gray
From the chaos within a human,
To their ability of empathy

We are no different from the animals
We also have a purpose
But one must not be afraid of theirs

For as long as we live,
We are controlled by someone
Unknown or known to us.
Their grasp on reality isn’t as strong as ours,
For that’s why we are above them

As if our stars were crossed
Our fate was left in the cruel hands of the gods
Slowly compiling us into madness.

For as the gods stand,
We are the ones they look down upon.
For that is why we change the course of history

To feel alive.
Something the gods will never feel