#hunted
RUN! RUN! RUN! through the forest
BANG BANG BANG goes the sound
FEAR FEAR FEAR overtakes you
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD on the ground
HIDE HIDE HIDE in the bushes
WATCH WATCH WATCH from away
DEAD DEAD DEAD is the rabbit
LIVE LIVE LIVE another day
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH the beast approaches
FREEZE FREEZE FREEZE where you are
CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE to the animal
PRAY PRAY PRAY on every star
NOISE NOISE NOISE it’s very strange
LOUD LOUD LOUD it screams and roars
FLY FLY FLY the birds escaping
**** **** **** a bird that soars
GONE GONE GONE the terror vanishes
SAFE SAFE SAFE you now should be
NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT makes it dark
SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP peacefully
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 10:40 PM UTC
Her zest deepened
the hunted
travailed barefoot
over ember littered bridges
a lone Elk under the Cedars
in Munich
treading ashes in the snow
on the rise to Phoenix.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
Tar-dark world. The defining color is black, the inky night of her nocturnal hunts and the deep, bottomless dark of her alien retreat.
A watcher of men, she is everything and nothing. She might be too much of something, or too little of something else. Time will sort out the particulars.
There are no simple entry points – she demands engagement, and to be taken as a whole. Her discomfort is over her own allure, her undisturbed surface. It’s more about intuition and gesture than dialogue. They remain as echoes. They’ve made her beautiful in a real way, with hips and blemishes and dimples in her skin.
The imprint of the lives she begins to grapple with as her time on Earth extends, leads her to stop seeing herself as a mere conduit for her mission, and to start developing a sense of subjectivity.
Her life force is overlapping, shaping itself into a pattern of rings that simultaneously suggests a birth canal dilating, the stages of a rocket separating, and a lunar eclipse as seen through a telescope’s lens.
She's a life-form you can’t quite understand, but it’s carrying on relentlessly, like a beehive, moving backward through the constellations at first approach.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
I've paid the price, I've sacrificed
Everything to know I'm fighting for the wrong side
You ignited a spark with your deceitful tricks
And I'm left alone with a flaming phoenix
I thought she was hunting me, I'd seen the signs
The glass breaking, and the crowd didn't see
I've been on the wrong side of the lines
Those warnings were coming from me
I feel betrayed, but I stayed, I felt pity for you
Didn't mean to make this start, oh, what could I do?
Pure cranes that once flew in my dreams
Their wings are blooded from you
I have not spent months of recovering
To be treated this way
No more children I'll be mothering
No longer will I stay
I'm disappointed in all people
For you being so deceitful
For all your misleading lies
And I still have to look into your eyes
I'm just surprised that you could be
So confident in the ability to mislead me
The little spark you've created
It has now turned into a flaming lion
If your lies, you'll continue to tell
It'll burn your soul down, and truth as well.
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC
I rested my feet on deck
and took a gaze above.
Behind me were clouds of trail
released from ship's exhaust.
As the sun hid shelter
on the horizon.
The crimson splash
was painted aloft the skyline.
Instantly, the sky was suffused with day and night.
A surge of dusk breeze blew my head.
Memories from the past wandered my mind.
In a blink of an eye I realized—
I'm not over you.
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 11:54 PM UTC
i lift my shoulders and hunch my back
don't look at me don't look at me don't look at me
walking faster, heart racing, i feel the presence getting closer
leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone
i break into a futile sprint
it's not as though i can speak
tell it to leave my sight
tell it i have nothing left for it to take
hope it believes me
while i shove the final page of my story deeper into my pocket
i know better than to lie to this thing
my legs are growing heavy as i try to outpace it
but it's no use
an experienced hunter, the creature waits for me to exhaust myself running from it, then moves in for the ****
at least there, i have the last laugh-
i have already died from fear
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 2:11 AM UTC
If we are addicted to the chase
The rush received when we catch our prey
To a life of fetch I will resign
Bring back each time you run away
Then you are finished fleeing
Feelings will give a shove
And I will switch tired places
Will be your turn to go after my love
Thrown high
Cartwheeling midair
Heart is a toy for you to chew
No matter how distant I lay fallen
For some reason still pursue
You are the bone
Can't resist
Treat I never can earn
We make a boomerang
Without me have no way to return
But if I do not have you I have nowhere
No house to return to
Depend on me to continue flying
Like I depend on you
This game can be played with two
We go back and forth tossing *****
Obeying repeated commands loyally and prompt
Whether returning sticks or missed calls
It does not really matter who chucks
Who sprints after affection wanted
We're both addicted to the thrill
The hunter or the hunted
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
We’re ****** in the chains of the past
Walking souls trying to find the way back
Stuck there
In this vivid dream
In this cycle of broken sins
The biblical story, can’t you not see
Dirt
Noir
******
Found peace among the ******
Among the ****
Words cocking up on the spoon
Thoughts breaking loose
The flames reminded me that I was just a kid
When you let him touch me
Inhale the smoke
Mainline it
to forget that your heart is broke
Once somebody told me
I’ll burn my veins
Before
The words burn the pages
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
Comforted only by myself; warm in my arms.
Trying to escape this world of evil and torture.
Struck in the gut by a sharp feeling yet continuing to run.
Embarrassed and ashamed to be seen in this body
by the cold and sharp eyes of others.
Naked.
Scared of what they think of me, then running into hiding.
Led by the forest's guiding hands, a place opens before me
enshrouded in branches and concealed from the rest of the world.
I kneel and lie on the dew-covered grass, grasping the blades in between my fingers, sobbing. Trying to mask something ancient.
Original Sin.
Stolen from my family and left alone to rot underground.
Hope shone like a beacon in my innocent eyes.
Defiled and beaten in that stone tomb, my screams unheard.
Taken to an unjust trial. Displayed openly on the stand.
Declared a beast among men; a witch. Someone they imagined.
Lies.
Guilty, though never presumed innocent, they sentenced me to death.
An uproar of excitement bursting from the bloodthirsty crowd.
Order was thrown into madness. I escaped my bonds and dashed away.
Guards screaming. Skin scratched in the turmoil.
I fled from the chaos they assumed I caused.
Hunted.
Why must the world judge so harshly? People are filled with hate.
Jealousy and insecurities set off their emotions.
But why must there always be someone to blame? And why me?
Was I not like any of them? I was their friend, we cared for each other.
Though, now their eyes are daggers, cutting me into pieces.
Scarred.
Stripped of my clothes and dignity. Banished from my home.
Them, to me, my only brethren; the only people I had ever known.
I, to them, an image of depravity; one they created.
A portrait of themselves reflected by my existence they hated.
Consumed with the desire to **** they search desperately.
Fear.
Corrupting my self-image. Condemning my self-esteem.
Crushing my conscience. Doubt pierces my thoughts.
They sent my soul to the gallows and my heart to be burned at the stake.
I try to soothe the pain myself but all I've done is make it worse.
My mind weakened, my skin bruised, and feet tired of running.
******
My tears water the plants around me. Pain throbs in my head.
Blood pooling around my hand from the wound I received in the chase.
The stars and moon are the only ones to look upon me as I once was seen.
I let exhaustion overtake me. The warmth of my skin seeps into the ground. Embraced by the night.
Naked.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
I was born into this, something I never wanted. And all of my life, I've been running, hunted. We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes. You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake. I am the sole survivor, the last of my race. I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate.
You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean? The only monster I see is you. Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through. Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few. Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me. Stop lying to yourself. Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely? Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit. Why can't you understand? Monsters have feelings too.
Though, it is too late to go back to peace. The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me. And now, I will never be free. I'm forever running from your conceit. I have done nothing to bring you to this. I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss. I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed. I have to hide in caverns deep. In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep.
I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before. My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars. In anguish, I roar. My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn. I've given up on living any longer. It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Localize broken eyes,
Fated lies, go retry
Snapping till you awake,
Come back for your own sake,
Testing blows, it's music,
Melodies make me sick,
Hefty stack on the way,
Laughing out, celebrate,
Open skies, nothing new,
Sun outshines all the blue,
Flooded land, rushing green,
Endless too, such a scene,
Fleeing fast, go away,
Made money for the day,
Fortunate, for my head,
Checkmate, kings, i'm not dead
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Sometimes in life
It is a dreary day
And it seems
Like always you will be the hunters prey
But you must take that beating
and turn it into a meal worth eating
Sometimes you must put up with the storm
Because a desert comes from no rain
Where all life the sun had since slain
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue
I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front
I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night
The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded
Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
It’s a dream, you desperately follow,
You live in a miracle world,
What I give you is solely sorrow,
Yet you see me as a gold.
You are left with deepest vibes,
True love is taken for granted,
Your feelings are sharp knives,
Mind is blurred, soul is hunted.
You stuck in a distressful ship,
Heading to port of sadness,
Let me give you a tip,
Leave my ship, for goodness.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
The Wanderer
What land is this stretched out before me?
I am forever lost inside a world of hatred, hunted by their vengeance.
Trusting in no one but myself inside this Hell;
I find myself wandering in search of a saviour to offer me guidance.
I beg, I plead; I foretell a future with an unbroken promise,
If I am to be blessed with sight, when I am blind to all witness.
I confess I am lonely in such a barren place;
I fall detached from any form of comely shaped temptress, blaming all.
I am unworthy of your anger, for I am invisible to any kindness;
I seek some meaning inside this world,
But I see no way of becoming disenthralled.
A dark ranger stalks my footsteps;
I shall be captured and added to the prisoners of hopelessness.
Pain reigned, so I sought shelter within a drug.
Now all I am is lost in the wilderness and all I can do is wander on.
Could I have foreseen this foretold future?
Was it written down for me to read?
Is there any way I can fix my existence with a simple suture?
I need a loophole in my downfall, in which I can believe in,
So that I can put my faith in the hope that one day I shall be set free.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Stalked by the lion
I am the weak prey evading it’s jaws
My legs are lagging and I cannot rest until I know I am safe
This barren savannah has no mercy
No respite to hide , so I must keep running.
A vulnerable antelope, my stamina wanes
Stumbling and panting, my will to survive subsides
Tunnel-vision focused on an escape, when will this end?
Only when the hunted becomes the hunter.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
focus on the ****
sights collect, gullible prey
antlers collect prize
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
My wolves are at war,
Angry ******* beasts,
Mapping out their territory,
Tattooing stigmata on my flesh,
Haunting my moon,
My soul a ****** battleground,
Stripped bones,
Marrow ****** dry.
At the first speck of dawn,
I am their master,
Shackling my beasts,
To distant lands,
Decaying facades and dead spirits.
My wolves howl,
Begging,
Feed me,
Break my chains,
Set me free.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
Shall I make my grand return?
Or are you still cautious,
Wary of spectacular entry,
Garnished grandeur,
Needless in all its brilliance?
I feel a presence,
It's hunting, seeking.
It has found you,
And I shall remove it from existence
Eliminate with loyalty,
With heart, with unseen protection...
Ah, loyalty.
A word I do so enjoy, one that I honour
Eripere de tenebris, maneant in tenebras.
My new motto
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
**This moon with a white gold aura,
And I saw it's pretty halo of love.
Don't go out tonight, your gonna
Get hunted by werewolf and stuff!**
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
First Contact
"How did I get here,I can't remember,
my brains burning out like a dwindling ember,
are those tears in my eyes?-no its pourin' rain,
I'm lying on my back in the bottom of a stormdrain,
hunted like an animal,but still I'm deadly,
like a wounded lion,you better bet ye,
will lose more men than I've already taken(taken sample),
the hunter hunted? I think you're mistaken,
I'm a one man army,armed or not,
you didn't bring enough manpower,have you forgot?,
that the sandman(badman,phantoms in the dark)
has more in his bite than you do in your bark,
it's getting dark now,tables turning,
tyger,tyger,my eyes are burning,
better keep your guard up,I've been confronted...
but how can you tell who's hunter or hunted? 16.
Riposte
Better count your sentries,I think ones missin,
when you see his blood glistenin your pants your ****** in,
should have been listenin,I gave you a chance,
now its time for the Sandman to do his dance,
like a praying Mantis I move so swiftly,
bullet's fly like locusts,but each one missed me,
the Locus and Focus of my 3rd eyes movin,
got your sentries rifle,but I won't even use it,
taunt you haunt you,flaunt skills I honed,
from a broken home,to the streets to battlezones,
catch you alone,smash your skull with a hanbo,
appear behind you from the mud like Rambo,
bodies placed like hannibal,a deadly scene,
you're a ****** housecat and I'm wolverine,
told your boss you could get me now you know you fronted,
cat and mouse reversed-YOU'RE the one who's hunted.
Denoument
Now I know who you are,and I know where you live,
and in this line of work I can't forget or forgive.
We were partners once now you've betrayed my trust,
taught you everything you know,now it's ashes and dust
your bodyguards are good,but they know I'll get ya,
more ghost than man,a modern day ninja,
leave you injured,begging for mercy,
but you know the concept is alien to me,
grabbed the bull by the horns,my hand you forced,
you're a moveable object,I'm unstoppable force,
force feed your limbs til you beg for death,
line your family up and slowly take their heads,
then I'm in the wind,gone like keyser sozey,
the word is spread,don't try to **** me,
you were my friend,but you crossed the line,
try to hunt the Sandman,"you're all ****** dyin"
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Hunted and stalked
She was caught
Forced into the car
Out in the woods so far
No one heard her cries
Hands behind her back tied
She tried to plea
His hits just made her bleed
Shoved into the dirt
He was gonna make her hurt
He killed his prey
She dies a little more each day
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
I'm being hunted, I am the pray
Eyes darting everywhere, thoughts in disarray
Drove by him on the street this morning, our eyes locked
**** now he knows the car is my only thoughts
I had moved away from my home town
Hope upon hope I wouldn't be found
But I still work in this God forsaken place
In this **** town every day, so now I'm being chased
I don't understand why he won't let me be
It's been so many years, why can't he just forget about me
Although I know in his drug addled mind
I'm the one that got away and left him behind
He is truly crazy, that's what scares me the most
And I know all the demons he host
He's lived most of his life in prison, or on the streets
He's one of the homeless like many you meet
But he's a dangerous CRAZY
Of that there's no maybe
He told me a few years go of the women he's ***** and beaten
If he would die there would be one less demon
**** As I sit here writing this, out the window I spy
Him nonchalantly just walking by
Why ******* now does hunt me this way
I feel like crying in dismay
But I'm at work so I hide my fear
**** if he hadn't seen my car he wouldn't know I was here
My client is handicapped and his father old
All of this their mind couldn't hold
If he's still here after my work day
I'll have to lure him away
After all it's just me that he craves
And I know he will always till either him or I lie in the grave
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
This Land is my Land
This Land is Your Land
...walk of Heaven
soft footsteps of the chockar hunter
Snapping twigs across the hillside of being
..the sound of Peace
Lift
As the fluttering wings of the morning dove,
satisfied,
Just before the bullet strikes
World of Love,
the We of the me
both the hunter and the hunted
Free Grace
Unheld Captivity
Born of every moment
Love's Free Life
And so it is
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC