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We pierce their hearts through words
with those combinations
we didn't even know
where it came from.

We make it to free ourselves,
to inspire readers,
to mend the broken pieces
and to bring back memories.

Yes, it wasn't easy
but as we go on
and continue writing
we start to build relationship.

We write poems
not to hurt you or feel anger
but for you to feel
that love does exist.

Remember me for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you,
and all the good times that we had
in this old town.
I'll remember you-
whether it was the good love we had-
or the love that just gone bad.

Remember me for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you,
and all the places
that we've been around,
I'll remember you-
when I go to our old favorite spot-
I'll remember your beautiful face,
in my old town.

but promise me this,
for when our friendship sinks-
that you'll remember me,
wearing my favorite floral dress,
my curly hair in a mess-
sitting on a blanket in the grass,
with your arms wrapped around my chest.
Just you and I watching the sun set.

Remember me for when the evening sun goes down.

a lightning struck
bending my elastic brain
words trying to escape my thick confined skin
dripping a story of an orchid around a pale pink swirl
as every line, every rhyme grew through my bones

took a break that I shouldn't have to take
to loosen myself in the ***** room
so were my thoughts loosen down the whirlpool  

came back to a dried up nib
to a smoked up lightning in the air
to an unchargeable cloud over my hair
alas, was left with a piece of paper
staring right back at me
with an empty verse

Bright light city


Bright light city, shining in the distance;
Bright light city girl, shining in the dark.
My landing light beacon, you give me a reason;
Now I understand just what you could be and what you are.


You are made of crystal,
Illuminate my heart.
Show me the way to go forward,
To find a new way to love your art.


In a world of black holes that swallow our souls,
You have become my guiding light.
I read your thoughts to know what you know
And inside your heart I find a love I have needed my whole life.


You lit up the sky with a blinding light
And I finally looked up and noticed you and forgot about dying.
My misery has gone now I have your love,
So go write your book and I will be here if you need a hug.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A writer’s core is pain and fears. This is what they release with every pencil [keyboard] stroke. It’s a healing process which allows them to see the light. The reason why writers share this healing process is because they simultaneously heal others who are internally at war. And, that is a writer’s responsibility—to heal the world.