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Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Be true to yourself


If your poetry is true to yourself,
Then you do not need to worry about anyone else.  
They will have their opinion.  They are entitled to that;
But they can never take away from you, the feelings that you have.


They are yours and yours alone,
But sometimes others may have them too.
Share your thoughts with the rest of the world
And you might make a connection, where you never expected to.


Be real in the words that you choose to use,
But rule nothing out; the world is your oyster.
Do what you believe is the right thing to do;
I chose to start writing poetry
And I am trying hard to not become a babbler.


Words are not perfectly set in stone;
Language moves forward, it evolves, so say what you want.
Some will hate the fact you use the language of phones;
But others will say *** is wrong with that?  ***.


Realism is a thing we should all strive for;
Speak the truth in metaphors.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Parents – They mess you up


Choices – let me make them.
All your voices I can only condemn.
Knowledge is wasted on your youth,
When all you tell me is what to do.


Choices – I choose to ignore,
All your advice because I listened before.
All I now own are things I hate;
All those choices I wanted to make,
But you corrupted my every independent thought
And all those things I bought for me were yours.


Choices – do parents ever let up?
All those opinions masked as love
And yeah it may all be from a good place,
But now every single miserable day I have to see my miserable face,
In the cheapest looking mirror known to man
And stockpiles of soap for one face and two hands.


Oh my God!  They know not what they do!
These people I love have not got a clue!
Give me a choice and hear my voice,
My will a tortoise unwilling to move in case of upset,
But please, oh please, get out of my head
And replace the terrible bed you advised me to buy.
I hate it so much I just want to cry!
I have to sleep on the sofa now,
Because on that stone I can no longer lie.


So hear my truth, I do love you,
But if hate your choices for what I should do
And all the extra bits of food which I do not need!
Please!  Stop giving it all to me!
It all just goes straight in the bin,
Because I never asked for this!
Why the Hell do you think I have a shopping list?


I hate the way you are so bothered about money.
Let me enjoy it, it could be funny,
To do something fun and waste cash on that.
How the Hell would I know?  You never gave me a chance.


I’m sick of working hard to make my money,
Just to have you spend it for me.
I’m sure there are other things I hate,
But it’s getting late, so I will sleep in the bed I made…

Not the one you made me buy.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Trust In Me.


What is love, but a leap of faith?
To open yourself completely and risk feeling this pain.
To let someone hold, a metaphoric pistol to your brain,
To let them have the power, to ruin you today.


For you to feel like this, I do not wish
And to say I can heal you, would be like ******* in the wind.
For I cannot cure, your lack of trust,
Only try my best, not to break my promise.


Have faith in me and I’ll have faith in you,
Have faith in no-one and you shall always be alone.
Try your best to trust, even though it’s hard to do,
For maybe I will feel love as you do,
The solid oath that should not be broken.


Others have done you wrong and not kept their word,
But I too have felt the agony, of a broken vow.
These words I am sure, you have already heard,
But my heart I offer to you, as a sacrifice now.


The risk is so high, because the rewards could be endless,
Truly alive could you become, you could find your Heaven.
You could get all you want,
With this person if you could just find your confidence.
You must truly be able to trust them, for you to find love again.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Slave to damnation


I am a slave to the sound of Audioslave;
I am simply here to say they are great!
Chilled out, rocking loud, slam those drums!
******* hit a **** and just dance a little more.


Slide it on down to the lowest decibel possible.
It’s time to rock, so come on now people!
Let all slowly bang our ******* heads!
It’s time to rock!  We are the living dead!


So every single one of you out there in Wonderland;
It’s time to get down with this funky *** band.
I am a slave to damnation;
I am a slave to Audioslave.
I’m a one way, last ever, concert ticket;
The last show on Earth, the end of days.


Speeding down the freeway with the cops behind us;
They cannot keep up and they know we just don’t give a ****!
150 on the speedometer, it’s time to die in flames!
Welcome to your Hell my friend;
Wave goodbye to your broken life, broken heart
And broken early grave.


Slave to audio…Audioslave.



(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Flatulence breeds laughter


Come smile with me, as I sing you a song;
About God's little gift, to every man.
For we all like to laugh and forget all our worries
And we all like to laugh, whenever we can.


At a worldwide problem which just can't be solved;
Of epidemic proportions, it affects us all.
It's the funniest thing known, but embarrassing too;
But the louder the funnier, as long as it's not you.


It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****.
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart.


It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****.
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, lahh!


Who dropped that off?  Who left us a present?
Who smells that bad?  Come on! Who the Hell is it?
******* that's bad, something smells like it's died.
You filled my lungs with a sickness, you brought a tear to my eye;
You made me wish I was a dog and I had no nose,
Then when you'd tell them of my story,
They'd say how does he smell?
(shout) AWFUL!


It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****,
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart.
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****,
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, lahh!


Well it's time to end this song,
With no more bad **** jokes in sight.
It's time to wander on,
With just a trumpety, trump; goodnight.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Nothing is all I have become


I am resigned, to having no design, because I am not high right now,
So I cannot remember how I used to float inside a cloud.
But back in the day, sometimes I was up there, sometimes down;
But I could never find my way out,
Because I only ever seemed to drown.


I wallowed in a sea of my own self-induced misery;
Life just carried me along, because I allowed it to take me.
I was trapped,
By a constant lack,
Of money or activity.


I just sat there alone, toking on the ****,
But now I have cleared my head of those times I forget.
I will not remember, because that’s just a page in my story
And the chapter about regret, I have already read.


So I will paint it black, like they said in that song;
How can I be smiling, when everything is wrong?
I am a miserable ***, who couldn’t give a ****!
About a thing I could not change,
Because it will still remain the same.


So why waste my time inside a head of self-doubt?
When I could be dreaming of escaping…
One day I will find a way out.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Sleepy


I’m counting sheep because there’s nothing for me to do,
Except watch repeats on TV of nothing new.
It’s the same old ****, but I still watch all of it,
Between the fifteen million adverts I’m forced to see.


Dreams are made of memories,
Premonitions and science fiction,
Fantasies and broken thoughts;
All the things you have been taught.


Arguments and contradictions,
Lies, deceit, truth, corruption.
Crazy thoughts inside my head.
Goodbye now, I’m tired, let me lay down to rest.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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