for what feels like  
the first time
(in a long time)
i’ve met someone

and  
everything’s exciting

it’s thrilling
exhilarating

      to just
        be myself
          around him

and
i want to do nice things for him

i want to take off his shoes
make him tea
i want to draw ****** drawings of him
with sharpies
on napkins at parties

and i long to bring him home
go on long walks alone
with him
i wish to
write songs in his name
give him my earphones
(when his break)

and
we’re an
unlikely pair

             and there’s
                    something
                        so infectious
                               about that

No reflection of you in me.


Clothes as black as pitch; hair dark as night.
In fear you find me, ******, alive.
Quick of ***** thoughts, hidden from your sight;
You do not like us, but we don’t mind.


You hate us for our individuality,
Because you yourself lack your own clarity.
We live in the shadows;
The sunlight is our enemy.
Beneath a moon is where we belong;
The lost children of an Eden long since gone.


With palest skin and blackened eyes,
We cherish the fear we cause; we love being despised.
With cloaks dragging behind us, we sharpen our fangs;
Our nails are nine inches, our songs only for the ******.


Your rainbow has lost its colour;
Rain washes away all your suns
And in the end we are your nemesis,
Because we are having so much fun.


Go follow their path; we shall lurch along through this dead garden.
We are bitter on the outside; our love is pure, your love purely stolen.
Forget forget-me-nots and leave the carcass there to rot.
We have fire in our veins.  We are found; you are lost.


In the Devil’s eyes we are immortalized;
You have no right to have any kind of effect on my life.
Stay away from us or become covered in words drenched in filth;
You keep putting us down, but we are standing still.


We stand alone and think like a colony;
We defy your social etiquette and your idea of society.
Do what you have been taught;
Follow footsteps, learn to walk.
You are so quick to pass judgment,
Whilst clearly knowing nothing at all.


With witches and vampires we make a connection;
No reflection,
No reflection,
No reflection,
No reflection.


You see no reflection when you look into my eyes;
No part of you to relate to, no illusion of paradise.
No morning glory; no have a nice day.
We are worthless; we are depressing; we are miserable…
So you say.


I will say what I mean, without needing to be mean.
Do you understand what I mean, when I tell you, you are so clean?
You say I am worthless, but you are nothing.
A scream in the night lets you know you we are singing.
Give me a ***** riff, run a nail down a window;
In the end we all have to go,
So let go of your ego.


There is no reflection of you inside of me.
There is no reflection of me inside of you.
There is no reflection of the light that you seek,
Because you cannot see the real me and you are see through.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Look at this field. Look at the wonders

Each flower growing. Each in perfect harmony

Look the leaf. It floats to the grass, softly, gently, sweetly.

You see that rose. Look at it. The mysterious beauty. The overflowing grace.

It grows in the shadow of the tree, along with the dandelion. Cooling in the shade, just barely holding on as the wind rustles the petals, the trees. It carries the smell, the sweet caressing smell. The everlasting beauty, the overflowing love. The rose, its insecure, but it stands strong.

Now standing bright in tall, soaking in the rays of the day. It is the ever shining sun flower. The sun loves this beautiful creature, the way it stands tall and surreal. So sure, so confident. It's unreal.

We go back to the dandelion. Under the tree's cool shade, the rose's companion.
The free spirit. The unsure soul, searching, ever flowing. The wind carries a piece of this wonderful beauty everywhere. So it may spread its wisdom, so it may see the world.

We stand in this field, looking at these souls, these creatures. Each different from the last, they love, they live. They are all flowers, each who shall bring the world, and you; beauty, joy, and peace.

We are all flowers, each of us unique, living in the garden we call Earth.

What am I to you?


What am I to you?  Which words do you hear?
When I speak only truth and face my fears.
What am I to do, when I don’t know what comes next?
If this is all we are, then what is left?


What am I to you, if not an impostor?
What am I to do, to become even clearer?
What doesn’t ring true, when you view my minds picture?
I follow no footsteps and I am no leader.


I walk in solitude, wary of facing a deceiver.
I am what I am; I am my own special creation.
Breathe into me, so I can take you into my heart
And not be left here alone feeling vacant.


Devoid of empathy and lacking understanding;
Who am I to complain to you, when I am winning!?
Who are you to judge me?  I am unworthy of a glance;
But the fire in my hands will breathe new life into your romance.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Be wrong, Be right,
But don’t be Boring.

Be day, Be night,
But don’t be Boring.

Be fight, Be flight,
But don’t be Boring.

Be now, Be later,
But don’t be Boring.

Be lover, Be hater,
But don’t be Boring.

Be CEO Be WAITER,
But Don’t be Boring.

Be you, all the way through,
From today and toward,
And my Son, you will never be Bored.

Life deserves YOU!

I am Jimmy