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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Grey


This place is my wasteland of fear.
There is nothing for me here.
Out there, there is a whole new world to discover.
A whole new land which is at the moment undercover.
Remove the covering, begin discovering,
A whole new home in a place where I believed there was none.
Am I not too far gone?


In here I am polluted by the gaseous air.
Here is where the nothingness grows.
Day by day and night by night I want to be out there,
Instead I am trapped in-between, in limbo.


There is nothing to see when I close my eyes.
I have nothing to say, because all is grey skies.
No artist could make this a place of beauty.
I broke my crown and now I await,
The day of my destiny.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Welcome to Far Town


On what forsaken endless shore,
Is grief a friend where Devil’s crawl?
Does all we have seen have no worth at all?
What end of time disaster is fate asking for?
Did you not know the signs all align
And all is lost to banshee’s cries?


When all hope is gone, you hold tight the cross,
You wore around your neck, which now you hold aloft.
Trying to ward off any evil spirits.
Do you think Jesus would really want to see it?


All your enchantments are meaningless.
Your self-defence lacks being blessed.
A whispered prayer, no faithful dead.
When Death approaches you begin the test.
The end is here, there is no sanctuary.
Deeds written on parchment, treated as sanctity.


Agony shall surely rip a mind apart.
No safe-way found in a billion stars.
No guiding light coming from near or far,
Can save a soul so below par.
Your purity was bargained for;
Tempted away in days of being poor.
Faithless messages lost to your,
Choices made in days of yore.


When all was taken and ambition was gone,
You signed your name, your kingdom come.
Your kingdom gone, life ebbs and flows.
Did you choose to stay the course, or did you take the gold?
Take a hold of your consequences.
Life is not about happy endings.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Reflective


All these clones, these human drones,
Who destroy with their creations.
I am left alone, to bemoan,
The loss of the legendary situations.


The death has come to take them all away
And time floats away with the fairies.
Wishes wished upon shooting stars,
Never got me far enough to land in Brooklyn,
But I am still cooking up new recipes.


Adding ingredients;
Still always listening and looking,
And in my own way I find myself in the words of someone else.
I live inside ’The Book of Nothing’.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Muddy memory


Blood, sweat and tears, in exchange for notes.
Improve your situation, or have a smoke.
Try to relax your bad back at home.
Yesterday is already lost to ‘where did it all go?’


I lost the whole week and all I feel is weak.
Making money; got to fill this *** with honey.
Got to strive, staying alive!  Got to thrive.
Trying hard to buy a life.


Bought and sold is all I owned.
All is worthless when I am unknown.
Hundred films I am yet to watch.
I have no idea of the price of this priceless watch.


Nine Inch Nails engraved upon my wrist.
Suffering is the purest bliss.
Misery is right here with me,
Holding me tightly, suffocating me endlessly.
Oh how I love the misery.
It gives me focus, hocus, pocus, alakazam!
Breathing fire in a mystery van.
Cruising along to Dead Crows songs,
Along the road which just goes on and on and on and on...


Into darkness, seeking the freeway.
Loved to rock since back in the day.
Grew up with a guitar in my head,
Now I walk with The Walking Dead.
Station is stuck in a rut,
Driving on through puddles of mud.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Forever and ever


The best of me isn’t worthy of the worst of you.
It’s clear to see I will never be what you need me to.
If all you are is in my dreams, then I need to leave to find my reality.


When you sing high, I mumble so low,
For I am still waiting down here for wings to arrive,
Whilst you have a history with the sky.
And me?  This mere mortal condemned to walk alone,
Will never have a place inside you heart or your home.


You want me to visit, but be gone by the morning,
While I want to hear the wedding bells ringing.
Singing my song for your ears only, leaves you snoring
And your temporary leaves me to all my sinking.


And so I will go and build a home;
A place where I must live alone.
Until the time comes that I have all that which I need,
Except the heart of my true loved one; where is she?


When she arrives I will be ready.
Done with waiting and dating; ready to go steady
And a bond will be made that can never be severed;
Loves hand tied to love forever and ever.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Even after


You will always be cool in my eyes.
Even after you have broken my heart into a thousand shards.
Even when you leave me behind to die.
You will still be cool to me and my heart.


People find a way to survive the lies.
Lust comes and lust it goes.
Your love for me was that of a ghost,
It floated out with you when you were creeping
And I closed the windows.


I could never love another even if I tried to.
When you are wishing upon stars calling another name,
I will still be thinking of you.
The pain it still remains.


If I have to spend each day crawling through Hell,
I will remember I met you for a split second.
I hope you remember you met me as well,
But you won’t even recall my name, I reckon.


In this sacrificial life of mine,
I made your acquaintance and created a magic inside.
I became a spell
And sparks did fly!


When the candle is blown out by the wind,
Through the opening, you remain with me.
You will claim my body with scratches down my back
And I will still dream of you, I know that,
But even after all this time,
I still love you and you still lie.


You broke me apart with liar’s words,
But you lost someone who was always yours…you never heard.
No longer mortal, when we were immortal.
You are just a doused old flame and now you’re just ****** awful!


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Paradise


Love is old.
As old as time.
Love is following me.
I wish it would die.


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