#jeans
its working then?
the starvation?
the jeans
there bigger
way too big almost
practically falling down
people told me that I'm getting thinner
I don't know
if this is a call for help
or a green light
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
Skinny jeans, black cardi
Iphone 8 with that cracked screen
Eyebags from assignments overdue
Longing for a natural view
Outside the screens and books too
I need to ask "How do you do?"
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
Faded glory
Prayers on slim fit jeans
Foreign to victory
Leading to second story pleas
Can you hear her?
Despairing with whispered screams
But tears don’t answer
The many questions they bring
Faded glory
$20 when on sale
See the story
Of the strongest of the frail
Can you see her?
Wishes to fly, though she barely crawls
There’s a glimmer
Prevailing amidst the falls
Faded glory
Well worn and stretched to fit
Constant weathering
Pushing on till something rips
Can you feel her?
Is there a choir that recognizes her song?
Are you a singer?
Are your jeans ripped but still on?
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
countless nights
the same dream:
awaking in black water
dressed in jeans and a
rugby-shirt
legs under water so i
am trying to protect my
cell phones from
damage
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
Like the blues in the denim
Wash after wash
We draw on new layers even when
our being is stripped apart.
And it takes more than a deep swallow
of nothing and more
and it takes more than a hard fist
that grips at nothing and more
We just want to be desired but
shades of grey we all become
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
Moments like these are the ones I wish I didn't miss.
They are the ones where my days are so
dull,
blank,
black,
that I begin to think that death may be peaceful.
The moments when I can walk into a street
without looking both ways
and not care whether I make it to the other side.
These moments strip me of all happiness,
while a void that is so suffocating
I'd rather inhale liquid nitrogen
then continue the conversation I'm in, arrives.
When I can't feel the damp ground,
leaves crunch into my hair,
or the twigs digging into my feet
while I encase a corpse I didn't get to save.
The moments when things are as black as I imagine
death is...
I miss them.
Like an old friend,
or a form fitting pair of jeans
for me to walk around in
while I begin to miss the moments I feel alive.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
How could you say these lies
When you know I anticipate these times with you.
To watch you walk away
Your warmth instantly leaving my hands.
How could you say these lies
Knowing that your not coming back.
My hands with nothing left to grab.
Watching you walk away.
Those jeans
The way you sway.
My hands ache with nothing left to grab on to.
The warmth hidden behind those jeans.
How could you say these lies
Knowing that I am waiting.
Anticipating this time spent with you.
The way my hands grip you.
Each moment slipping through my fingers.
Not knowing you didn't plan on coming back.
Your sway imprinted on my hands.
This walk a reminder of how I waited.
Anticipating this time spent with you.
How could you say these lies.
My hands filled with brown skin.
Squeezed tight
Cuffed beneath the bottom of your jeans.
Finally realizing you never planned on coming back.
Your sway
Those jeans.
Your warmth forever leaving my hands.
& here I am
Still anticipating this time,
Spent with you
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
I might cry in front of you
You were leaning on your car seat of your
Standard blue jeep wrangler
I could carve you of rock
If I knew how to carve
Your eyes are deep like black holes ******* in light and time
I didn't want it to end
You make me feel like I was on fire
Burgundy on my face
Ash on my forehead
I had never met someone who has a sun for a soul
It envelopes everything in its path
Slowly taking over the much smaller star I call a soul
It wasn't catastrophic
Nor tragic
The way it was so easy to be overwhelmed by your smile
How I'd be cold when you were gone
But on fire when you were near
You should come with a warning
Like cutting onion
anything you do could move me to tears
This is a warning I could cry in front of you
A sun for a soul
A diamond for a smile
Beautiful
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC
this is my favorite pair of jeans.
they fit my legs tight and then loose and the color keeps to itself.
this is my favorite sweater.
it keeps me warm and it’s the color of moss.
i’ve been wearing the same shirt for three days, but i’ve showered between those days
i’ve been seeing you for a week but you’ve talked to your girlfriend between those days.
my neighbor threw my clothes on the floor cause he needed the dryer
so now i have to wash them all over again and i don’t have $3,
the machine ate two so i only have one left
your copy of rear window is on my floor.
your copy of monty python is on my floor.
thick hair, thick hands, thick wool,
i’m thinning but you’re only getting warmer
i’m tired of men entering my life and taking all of my heat right before winter comes.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
i’ve been told
many times
that my eyes
are the color
of the ocean.
just like my
mom’s eyes.
the color of
the sky after
a rain storm,
young flowers,
a little lighter
than the blue
on a walmart bag,
a worn jean jacket.
i think i like
ocean the best-
i miss it the most.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
My mom got me a pair
of blue jeans
I never used to wear
Buttoning and zipping
was a pain
Then we got a dress code
And jeans
Only,
I could wear
But not blue
Too casual
And so they sat forgotten
...
Until a few years later
In a rush
I grabbed something
to wear
and it was
...
...
...
My blue jeans
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
it’s funny how passion that fills you up to overflow and floods through your system can fade so fast.
like your favorite pair of jeans, made to last, but one day you look back and they aren’t the same.
they don’t fit the same way,
the color isn’t there.
the brightness and perfect feeling is gone.
and yeah they still fit, but it’s gone from a **** heady-feeling fit to a soft comfortable daily-existence fit. i don’t know if i’m talking about jeans anymore.
passion fades, so do jeans.
but that doesn’t mean your favorite pair of jeans isn’t still your favorite pair. it’s just a different kind of favorite, they’re your favorite because they’ve stuck through it all with you, because there’s memories with those jeans, because there’s nostalgia and pictures and good times and god suddenly that passion is flooding through you again, rich and full and sweeter now.
so what if passion fades, you had it. it’s in there somewhere, and there’s nothing quite like those jeans to bring it back out of you.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
But the drifting shadows of memories once made.
Life's little whisps of time
that beam from the glittering eyes of loved ones
Gently mixing with the water colors
of sentiment and desire
Forever painting our slumbering wishes
across the eternal pages
of hopeful tomorrows
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
The Unspoken Truth of Desire
A woman’s hair is as important as her cup size.
Jeans **** your beautiful legs and strangle your thighs.
I like the fact your *** looks big in that.
When you are full of lust, you find new eyes.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
I found myself
Staring into an ancient rythym
The mustang narrowed its eyes within my ribs and pounded on.
Waves of machine thunder
Broke against my mind,
Washed away with my consciousness,
And played there
Like spent dandelions upon an autumn breeze.
In that maelstrom of indigos and ether, lightening split the void
And I just fell...
My layers and lies, suddenly too thin to keep,
Fell away exposing the wilds of my dreams. Refracting my every wonder unto the waters of time that spilled there in eternal complexity.
And then? she simply blinked.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
when you are around
I feel endless
Like memory
Cascading from
The mouth
Of love.
The thought of you
Is like the fire
You sleep next to
On the cold and lonely nights
When the only thing between
You and oblivion
Are the very stars
That invited you there
In the first place.
you are the echo
Of everything.
You
are the inescapable mirror
That I have somehow
NEVER been afraid to gaze in.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
My favorite color is blue.
It was blue before I met you.
And unsurprisingly,
Even after you're gone.
I like blue in general.
I like faded blue jeans
And the bright blue of a butterfly's wings.
I like blue as lipstick.
And even as a food.
Blue is my favorite color
No matter the shade.
But my favorite shade of blue
Isn't the deep blue of the ocean,
Nor is it the pale blue of the sky.
It isn't even the shade of your eyes,
Which is somewhere in between.
No my favorite shade of blue
Would be that
Of forget-me-nots.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Bleached, dyed, trimed, styled.
Faded, ripped, blue, worn.
Tanned, tattooed, bruised, cut.
Blue, hazel, gray, brown.
Painted, polished, chipped, bit.
Kind, hothead, caring, ****
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
He's a puzzled man.
One that I can't understand.
Frightened deep down.
Fellow inmate I wish to be enlightened.
Walking down the stairs faintly.
I'm in the basement mainly.
It's dark all around me.
Some days he won't let me free.
I want him to hear my screams.
Then maybe he wouldn't get in my jeans.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC