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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Bye-bye!


If you’re not willing to try,
If you’re not willing to fight,
If you’re not showing me all the love that I need;
Then why should I?


I hear your lies and they sound so natural;
It seems to me like you have always lied.
I no longer have the fire and you are no longer real;
You have killed my love with your cold heart and we are all out of time.


This relationship has nothing left worth fighting for.
Once upon a time our fairytale had a nice looking future;
But the spell has worn off, our history has no plot
And there is no magic behind this door.


No winter wonderland can put the magic back into us;
The genius has left the bottle, the hope has disappeared.
You could have been the reason I have so much love,
But now you are just a screaming banshee and I wish I couldn’t hear.


Love is a fifty-fifty chance; it will either die or last.
But first and foremost it requires two people to feel.
You are already gone; I just need time to tell you our time has passed.
You don’t care and neither do I…let’s be real.


Burn the photos and tear the love letters in two;
Delete my number from your memory and pay me no more thoughts.
Go be happy, be loved and maybe someone could trust you,
But I will no longer be your lover, because you are rotten to the core.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Can I join your band?


Would you let me sing a song for you?
Could I come play bass guitar for you?
Would you like me to roll a spliff for you?
Would you like me to play this riff for you?


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


I need to reach up for the stars,
I need to drive a jaguar.
I need to travel near and far
And sing rock ‘n’ roll straight from the heart.


Because I’m a man and you’re the band
And this is what you’re missing friend.
Someone who can make up a song,
Someone who can help you rock the world.


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


Could I join you, up on the stage?
Could I write you a song to sing?
Could I scream with you full of rage?
Could I become a part of your hit record machine?


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


So what do you say?  Can I join the band?
Can I come and play my bass guitar for you man?
Could I help you write the occasional song?
If you like this, then just sing along.


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Casualties of war


Godlike?  No.  Human?  Maybe.
Yet living above the bones of dead babies,
Who fell to their deaths from the top of the world;
The forgotten, the miscarried, the unfortunate boys and girls.


Now the babies lie with bullets;
Sanctity no longer exists.
Once upon a time, we were all for it,
Now we just wish this war would cease.


Fire!  Called the Sergeant as the Germans advanced.
Onward called the General, as the men became entrenched,
In the trenches and fell to their knees;
Some prayed to the lord above, others fell down silently.


Many days and many nights had come to pass
And still Old Blighty was under attack.
Churchill’s calls, spurred on a nation;
Whilst mothers and babies were simply seeking salvation.


The babies cried, as the explosions filled the skies;
The poor boys tardiness meant he had to find somewhere to hide,
And pray he wasn’t killed by the bombs or the bullets.
Just hoping not to die in a watery grave.


For all that’s left in the bottom of your rivers,
Is babies bones and war souvenirs


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Catch me


This ain’t no place for a man to die.
I’m fading away; save me before I float into the sky.
For the very last time, I am all yours;
Stand up tall, I’m about to fall.
Catch me quickly and save my world.


I feel you looking into me
And I am left feeling naked.
Who are you to look right through me?
Take my love away from me; it is all I have to give.


I am the sort of person who can only write his feelings down
And never show you my true face.
I am the sort of person who doesn’t know how,
To do something that means something…what a waste.


I hide in the shadows lurking beneath the street
And there is nothing left here for me to feel.
I look at you and think about you chasing me;
Reality reminds me that will never be.
I’m calling out for you to hear;
But you will not, I fear.


You will not reply,
Because I speak in silence.
I wish I could try harder;
I do sometimes…
But mostly I just hide it.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Cellar Door


The word cellar door, may paint a cold, dark image,
But the two words together, are simply magnificent.
They roll off the tongue, like a red silk carpet
And when you find something so beautiful,
You should not forget it.


For cellar door, I simply adore,
For it's a connection of words, that are simply beautiful.
Two words together, that when spelt right have a meaning,
But when they are separated and you see them differently,
You are able to see, why they contradict each other;
For cell keeps us trapped, we can't run free from this evil,
But to adore is to love, the purest of feelings;
The thing that can't be beaten, with an English Dictionary,
Or a thoughtless, harsh word, from a fool in the audience,
Who will never see or hold such beauty,
For they truly are ignorant.


These thoughts are my own;
But I was inspired to write this poem.
If you missed Donnie Darko
And don't know where I got this inspiration,
A teacher with passion, spoke the words cellar door
And explained they were her, two favorite words of all.


So remember cellar door, for it simply means love;
Don't let them lock away your feelings, behind a cell door
And keep them buried, so no one can see your love show.
Don't hide from your feelings, for it will serve you no good.
Will you choose to be trapped inside your cell?
Or applaud me, for I saw what is plain to see
And I am willing to tell.


Cellar door sounds fantastic and when it is spoken by a lover,
You shall see its true meaning, simply means I love you forever.
Together we are happily trapped, in this notion called love,
But we are free to be free,
For we have the key to this cellar door.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Chalk


She is a rainbow of colours inside a black and white TV.
She is dancing in the streets of Paris with gaiety.
She is eloquence unnecessary, for she is perfect for me.
She is grace beyond call;
She is sympathy to misery.


She is what you would never expect her to be.
She is here; she is with me.
She is the One who would make Cleopatra suffer from envy.
She is beauty, she is tragedy, she is my remedy.
She is all things to me.


She is lost in a wish that may never be.
She is hoped for more than you could ever imagine.
She is an artist, she is relevant and she is necessary.
She is beauty personified…

Paint a chalk outline of me.


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Aa Harvey May 2019
Chance


What's the chance of anything changing?
Rearrange it; rediscover how to say it
And maybe we could avoid failing and aging.
Become immortal, or never thought of.
Chuckle, chortle, show the world your prose.
Your vernacular, may sound peculiar,
To those who speak another language;
But these words are yours, the accent your own,
Do not allow your soul to become languid,
By those who only criticize.
Take a chance and maybe you could say something right.
Maybe you could find a love to believe in
And maybe you could learn how to fly.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Change


We all try to cling onto a memory in time,
That we do not wish to let go;
But in the end all our memories change.
They evolve or fade as does their face
And if we wish to once more hold,
On to a moment in our past,
We will forever remember a bad day.


But if all things change during the course of our lives,
Then surely so must we.
There is no true time healer.
With age we grow wiser, as we are growing weaker in our minds.
As our brain in youth was getting stronger with every experience,
We are now only sinking deeper.


We look into ourselves in search of what we need,
But we are forever blind to knowing all knowledge.
So a place of peace is all we can hope to seek.
A happy medium tells us a story,
Of how we can bring our lives into balance.
So we search the mountain tops and the valleys below.
We search into the deepest caverns,
On the darkest of nights, in search of a new home.


All that ever was could become once more
And all that which is now, is still, still.
A moment of enlightenment,
A sight for sore eyes.
We will find what we need to find in our own time.
Is it time to change your destiny…or is it time to change your life?


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Change It.


Change it, change it, change it, change it;
Change it!!!
Let’s make a change now; change it!  
Let’s make a change now; change it!
Let’s make a change now;
So we can figure out what this poem is all about.


Change it!  It’s time for you to;
Change it!  You know it’s in you.
The power to make something unbelievable;
The power for you, to change the world…


So just change it!  Let’s make a change now;
Change it!  Go on now change it;
Change it! The time has come now;
For you to go out there and cha-cha-change the world.


Come on now, change it!
The time has come now; change it!
It’s in your hands now; change it!
Let’s all make a difference and cha- cha-change the world.


Cha-cha-cha-change it!
Let’s make a difference.
Change it!  Let’s make a new Eden.
Let’s change it, re-arrange it...

And let us find a new way to move forward in time…



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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Chasing rainbows


I’m chasing rainbows, searching for answers,
Looking for all the happy people and all the happy dancers.
I’m craving happiness in the darkest of worlds
And I am not one who knows when to take his chances.


We are still searching, because we still believe we are young;
But we are strung out on a search for love, like it is a drug.
We are the fighters; the fighters for love!
We are the foolish, the youthful; the dumb.


The soldiers, the army, the many and the few;
We are willing to die for love and for you.
We are the underdogs of love, born to lose;
But still we believe, so we shall continue.


Our relationship died in front of our eyes
And now all I see are the ruins of my life.
Love disappeared like the end of a rainbow.
Now all I see is death; love is dead…
What hope is there for tomorrow?


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Cheque please


You are better than me,
You are quicker than me,
You are more intelligent than me,
Or is it I?  See?
I am worse than you at everything that I do.
I want a vindaloo, but it is three in the morning,
And when I should be snoring, I am wide awake.


Filling another book, look.
It’s twenty something or other;
Lost count now.  Onto another.
Give this one away, can’t be bothered to write it.
Poetry is easy.
Life is in bits.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Chernobyl.


A nuclear disaster, in a town called Chernobyl;
An odor-less killer, the invisible force.
As the radiation escapes, from the crumbling reactor,
We must cool it down, before it blows.


Evacuate Pripyat, the employee’s town,
The town of 35000; first on the list of infected people.
No warnings to the town folk, no evacuation,
The town’s men in the know, know the town is in trouble.  


People bathe in the sun’s rays, soaking up the sun,
Whilst the dizzy and sick, fall with blackened skin.
But the only burn you'll get, is a nuclear radiation,
That will **** you in the end, as it will lead to infection.


Send in the investigators,
To check the biggest nuclear explosion ever.
The rumble outside a final warning, the fire brigade are now here.
The firemen are next, to fall to radiation.
The workers wives at home, are still oblivious.
But now they see the smoke rising, over the town.
So they close all the windows, an in vein attempt to keep the radiation out.


The workers cry, as they learn how bad it is,
The horrifying sight, of a nuclear cloud.
All things infected, poisoned by the air,
DNA is mutated; the time to panic is now.


The bride and groom walk through the town,
Unknown to them, there is poison in the air.
3.6 on the scale, leaves no need to worry,
But the readout is wrong, as the gage goes no higher.


Do not wear masks, it will cause suspicion,
A press conference is called, 15 hours after the explosion.
The men in charge are scared of the truth, so do nothing,
The situation is now, worse than they think.


Faces burnt, comrade’s panic,
The nuclear core is burning, it's radio-active.
But panic is worse, than radiation,
So there will be no warning and no order for evacuation.


22 hours after explosion, think we'll leave it to burn,
But it will burn for 3 months and poison the air.
We must find a remedy, quickly and quietly,
Thousands of helicopter runs, to cool the burning hot core.
We must put sand on the reactor, to stop it burning,
Evacuating the town is nonsense;
Wait until we know what's happening.


First thing in the morning, we must evacuate only a day late,
The people must view pictures of their family
And kiss them goodbye.
The biggest nuclear explosion, the earth had ever known,
The town will become a wasteland, everyone will be gone


17000 kids, infected by the air,
Another 116000, people are evacuated.
The nuclear explosion in Russia, will radiate into Kiev
And Northern Ukraine will be uninhabitable,
For anything up to a century later.
And the towns people,
Could take the radiation with them into a new place,
So send them to Kiev with the poisoned nurses;
Infected by radiation, it burns their face.


Leave the pets behind, to become wild animals,
The army shoot the pets, because they can't live anymore.
All the people wear masks, to help themselves,
As they leave on the bus, their former lives are no more.


The skin folds down and falls from their bodies;
The men in the control room, at last begin to die.
The people are collapsing, all over the place,
The tears turn to burns, as the women begin to cry.


Drop sandbags into the reactor,
From helicopters whilst being infected,
We must cool it down and stop the fires burning.
We’re heading for meltdown, truly scared of the apocalypse,
'Count lives', means how many can we sacrifice.
Finding how many lives, it will cost to get the job done,
Unquestioned sacrifice and they were willing to go.


2 volunteers needed,
To swim under the reactor and open the valves by hand,
Swimming through poisoned water, this could **** you man.
If the water was cleared from inside,
There is no immediate threat of thermal explosion,
A million lives saved, said Gorbachev the president.


The A.Z. button was pressed, to lower the rods into the reactor,
But just the tips landed inside and shut it down.
A thermal explosion is on the way, to level 200 square kilometers
And wipe out Pripyat, Kyiv and 3 million citizens.


By day 3 they thought it must be a design fault,
By day 7 the radiations gone up and it’s getting hotter.
14 explosions in the past, were covered up,
This could take us years to clear up and make better.


60 days after the explosion, Moscow are told to shift the blame,
Chernobyl’s bosses had known, flaws in the design were classified.
Sat before the world in Vienna,
They blamed the men in the control room,
Even though they were ignorant, as to what would happen.
Not prepared enough, for a job so important,
A million lives in their hands; in the hands of the thoughtless.
Faulty design, in something so dangerous,
Will lead to our end, as were infected by rays, so radiant.


2 years after the accident, the inspector speaks out,
But his voice is covered up and his findings are not written down.
Valery Legasov, the inspector.  The man who made the reports.
The men in charge of the reactor, were sentenced to ten years.
The incidents of tumors rise to more than in Britain all together.
This will last for about a 100000 years,
The radiation will be there for almost forever.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Chevrolet


Imagine life is a journey in a car, without a map or a satnav.
You can only go forward, there is no turning back.
You only know where you are going to.
Your destination is ‘love’ and it has to be ‘true’.


You may burst your tired heart and sometimes run out of gas,
But time heals all the damage and you always find your way back,
To the free love freeway; my only way.
No shortcuts taken, I must experience all the bad days
And embrace all of the good, before I reach my final stop.
Because when my heart has been fixed
And I reach my journey’s end…
I will hopefully no longer have to worry,
About the radiator getting too hot.


She will cool me down and get my engine running.
Could this be love?  I constantly imagine,
But as yet I have not reached my place of peace,
But there are many beautiful signs I am yet to see.


Occasionally I find a place where I can rest.
A place to pull over, a place I have seen inside my head.
You see the signs, as you approach,
‘Natural beauty spot ahead’
(I thought you should know.)


So you decide to stop and take a look.
Maybe, there is a bench to sit on
And maybe there is a place to write your books,
As you watch the fading sun.


In front of you there is quite a view.
The lakes and the trees,
The woman sat on the dock fishing;
The one who reminds you of you.
So you go over to say hello.
Sometimes the two of you have a conversation.
Sometimes you can only remain a ghost;
Sometimes they never get to know.


As the sun turns to red in search of its bed,
You say your goodbyes and set off in your car.
Sometimes you stroll along…
Sometimes life flies by like a shooting star.


Sometimes you drive into a town and decide to stop for a while.
Sometimes you arrive at a pretty city,
Where all you do is constantly smile.
This place may even be called ‘love’.
You could live there for many a moon;
But eventually the time comes, to leave love behind,
But you always leave a piece of you too.


So you go and seek counsel from a mechanic.
She says travel the world!
Go on an adventure, speak Spanish…

But eventually you say that is enough touring for me.
I need to head over to true love,
I don’t want to be late for my marriage.


So your carriage takes you to the ball.
You pull up in front of two gigantic doors
And standing at the end of the hall,
Past rows of friends and family;
There she stands in white, your motorbike bride,
The one you have been searching for.


As you approach with nervous footsteps,
Your journey behind you, your future ahead,
You check your tie, slick back your hair with a comb
And try to look your best; you are heading home.


Your car and your heart have had their ups and downs;
It may be a little scratched and dented now;
But all she can see is a brand new Chevy.
So she climbs into your heart and the passenger seat.
The two of you set off along a new route together.
Homeward bound…

New dreams to follow…
Foot to the ground!

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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Choose Life


We choose our own teachers,
Just as we choose how to live.
We choose when to have faith,
Just as we choose what to see.


It’s just our personal choices that define us,
Including choices we chose not to make.
It may be our subconscious or conscious thoughts,
But it’s the same twenty four hours in this day.


The smallest of choices could change your life
And a choice we chose not to choose
Could have no effect at all.
But if we chose to succeed,
The chance of failure would shorten;
But would anything really change
If we chose nothing at all?


You see I could have chosen not to,
Write these words for you to read.
Just as you could have chosen
Not to use your brain and think,
About the underlying text;
Is it speaking the truth?
This is not my question to answer.
Its target is not you.


But still you choose to answer,
For you have read so you must speak.
I have no need for any opinion,
I just wrote this for me to read.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Clean up your act.


Do good things, life is short.
Listen to what you are being taught.
Only fight for the right cause.
Live life well and choose your course,
To sail through the waves that rise
And knock you back each and every time you try.


Do not lie to those who matter.
Life is short, so live it better.
Do not become a has-been,
Wiped out by all those nasty germs.
Remain clean.
Wash away the dirt.
You only have a limited time on Earth.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Close enough to criticize.


Poems are like women and poems are like men; beauty is unique.
You don’t know what will attract someone to read your poem and to see.
A poem one person may be bored of reading, may inspire someone else;
So I will continue to write what I want to,
Because I simply write to please myself.


If this poem is not for you, then I apologize for wasting your time;
But there are things inside my head,
That need to be let out of the darkness and into the light.
Up, up and away!  They are written down and then they are gone!
In a place without a landscape,
Who will decide what is right and what is wrong?


The critics critique; I simply speak.
In this land of written words, I can only be a conduit.
Imagination without shackles;
Any subject can be tackled.
Use a pen, not a fist and you will have your freedom and find peace.


A word like integrity, a thought unleashed!
Poetry is the beauty; the negative reply comes from a beast.
A prince of charm in search of love;
A princess of empathy sure would be good.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Closing doors


Love is waiting for me to choose.
What do I want?  Do I want you?
The past is pulling me away from my future.
Fearful steps forwards or backwards;
Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?
She is my magnet, drawing me in
And all I can think is I must leave.
All I want is love, but woe is me.
My heart is sad; my only remedy,
Is to leap into love, arms wide open, not scared.
So why do I keep walking away, when I should always be there?
Ready and waiting for the feel of her touch,
Instead I am falling into a hole of despair.
I hate my mind that lies; I’m screaming out for a sign.
Just tell me what to do; help me to find,
The answers I am forever searching for.
When my heart should be welcoming her in,
I am only able to close the door.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Clumsy.


Opening boxes without any labels,
Never knowing what I will find.
Will it be a gold or a bronze fable?
Hoping for insight, but my eyes are blind,
To all the worlds secrets.
Nature is a beast, you cannot tame it,
Or keep it, so set it free,
From you and me,
For we only ever break branches and walk on the leaves.


Dead trees do not talk;
Mankind has a wooden heart.
Fix it with metal nails or snap a twig in half.
Mind your step as you stomp;
You are waking all the bones.
Here is another species; please leave it alone.


Use a camera, not your hands.
Let it go on with its days plans.
It is an ant; you are a man.
It does not want to shake your hand.
It is made of glass, you are a wrecking ball.
Take a careful step backwards; you do not need another wall.


If you pull at the food chain once too often without need,
Then who will be left to carry the seeds?
And find a place to bury it?
Who will plant the wildlife we see?
We all need the bees to live,
So leave nature alone…please.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Coincidence is the hope of a non-believer.


Living in a house, in the middle of nowhere,
No noise, no commotion, just lots of fresh air.
Oh isn't this the life? A perfect holiday;
A perfect time, to get away.


The sad dark man with no hope in his soul,
Has now finally found, what he is looking for.
You’re not looking for love, but it's jumped up and bitten you.
How do I know this?  Because it's bitten me too;
But you are the cause for me being bitten.
Once shy; now forever smitten.


Speaking is hard and thinking is harder when you are high,
But I've been thinking of you, since I said my goodbyes.
Awaiting the day I see you and your peacock feathers raised high;
Every colour of the rainbow is all I see in your eyes.


It was hard to say goodbye, because I wanted to stay with you,
But if our future is together,
It's something I'll have to get used to;
But complications, have built a wall between us.
Only together can we bring it down,
If in each other we truly trust;
But you’re not looking for love, so what’s a brother to do?
I can't simply find someone else, when all I think about is you.


If you would let me in, to open your mind
And let you embrace darkness, you wish to find;
As well as the bright white shining light, you have followed,
Then two of us then, shall shine together.


The darkness has now passed and we’re addicted to the sun.
We love this warm weather; we love to have fun.
We love unbridled passion and satisfaction.
Can this just be a coincidence?  
Or is it just an undeniable attraction?


You make my heart purr, like a cat with the cream.
I love to sleep each night and meet you in my dreams.
It's a shame you only want, some fun and a fling,
For now I must leave and go do the whole mundane love thing.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Collector of souls.


On the blackest of nights, as the winter sets in,
There is a shadow moving in the distance
And I can see it is approaching.
Through blood-stained memories, I am nervous again;
The haunter is coming once more to be born inside my brain.


Without reason he is here and he is without reasoning;
I can lie all I want to, but I cannot lie in peace.
He is becoming every fear and he is cast in sin;
He is a future buried beneath a stone and I have no release.


I am eternally trapped and forever living in fear;
No salvation to be found in this unlit night, for he has reappeared.
The reaper is here with his scythe in hand;
He is the collector of souls, he is the taker and he is ******.


Time is of no consequence and we are all without defence,
When he comes to take us, along the River Styx.
You can plead to a Godless being, you can promise him anything;
But there is nothing you can say,
To make him stop what he is doing.


He has been here since long before you were ever born
And he will still be here long after you have come and gone.
He took the soul of the man underneath the crown of thorns
And he doesn’t answer to anyone; he has no God.


He is immortal and not living;
He is the coldest being to have ever walked upon this world.
He is Death; he is The Grim Reaper;
He is The Collector of Souls.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Communication.


I want to mean something to somebody.
I want somebody to care.
I want to be able to dance under a disco ball with somebody,
Whilst pretending that nobody else is there.


Love is my purpose and poems are my wares.
All I have is for sale, to anyone who is willing to pretend to care.
Wishing for a change of fortune,
Finding out that nothing ever changes.
Everything remains the same, unfortunately;
Jigsaw puzzle mind…
I must rearrange it.


The order of the things;
The way things must be done.
You have taken my voice and ruined the joy of singing;
Can I please just have a little more fun?


It’s funny really, this reality.
Painful memories, I throw away with my apathy.
Embrace all new experiences.
I am worthless, without your guidance.


I write words down in the hope that somebody will read it
And understand what I mean, when I am sounding so mean.
I am sorry;
I did not mean for it to change your idea of me.
I guess I just say the wrong thing.


Let us build a bridge between us;
Communication is the key.


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Confessing love


Some people are so paranoid,
That they are actually afraid of succeeding.
Always dreaming of finding love,
But never able to take a chance and confess their feelings.


What if it worked out and you got close to happiness?
What if the next person you kissed was better than all the rest?
Your throat could be ripped out and you could end up dead.
What if life wasn’t like that and it worked out in the end?


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Aa Harvey May 2019
Conformity is my enemy


Conformity is my enemy;
Everything they took from me, they didn’t know I didn’t want it!
Your society is empty;
All they have is useless to the kid who never wanted to fit in.


We stand apart, on different plains;
I have evolved, whilst your entire existence has just stood still.
You and I could never be the same;
You are so far behind and could never catch up.
They say I should care, but I never will.


Our destinies are walking different paths;
I am route 66 and you will only ever go back.
Your personal history means nothing to me;
Your memories made you what you are,
But you are trapped by conformity.


What makes a man?  You are made from snow.
I am an iron man and when the sun comes out you will simply go.
You are as deep as glass and don’t make me laugh;
I see through your smile into your empty head
And all I can see is all the meaning that you lack.


Go stand in line, buy another phone;
You are just a clone and nobody that I will ever want to know.
Impress me or detest me;
See my apathy
And realise I do not need to know your opinion,
Because I have my own individuality.


I am a freak;
I am a geek.
I am whatever you call me,
But at least I am unique.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Confused By Love, Enlightened By Life.


Hey there mystery girl, with your pale green eyes,
This feeling has come as quite a surprise
And my feelings for you I can no longer deny.
I've known you for years
And we've never got it together.
Now I wish the two of us,
Had always been together.


For now when I see you, my eyes become transfixed
And my full attention, to you, I can finally give;
Without a distraction, for this risk I can take;
For in you I could trust, to ruin today.
If with me, you could fall in love and I believe you could,
Then that would make two of us who are fools for love.


But that guys distracting you
And when it's over I'll come a knocking,
Because our night together, cannot be forgotten
And simply spending time with you,
Simply watching a movie;
Makes me so incredibly happy.


And to simply hold you next to me
And to know you want to be with me,
Is always a part of my favorite day-dream.
I can't believe I said we had to part,
Because I was scared you would break my heart,
Or you would fall apart.


Now I feel so sad inside, without you my amour,
For you I simply still adore
And these feelings I can no longer ignore.


But writing this poem makes me feel sad,
For I should just forget you
And we should just have a laugh
And maybe become the best of friends.
I hope you know, that on me you can depend;
To hide my feelings…
For all my daydreaming must now come to an end.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Connected.


I need to empty the clutter from inside my mind;
So time after time, I write these lines.
I empty my brain so I can go to sleep,
But when I look at the clock it is half past three.


Beam me up Scotty, to a cloud in the sky,
So I can kiss this night goodbye.
I’m still counting sheep,
To pass the time.


I need to upload all the thoughts inside my mind;
Because this way of clearing my head,
Takes up way too much time.
Just let me be a plug-in baby;
Connect me directly into the internet
And set my thoughts free from inside me.


Electronically discharge me from this chore of a life,
Because inside me I find something else I need to write.
Disconnect me from my mind so I can get some sleep;
A day dream never screams, but this night time is purgatory.
Thoughts are shouting at me, so I must write to find quietude.
The wires inside my head were split,
But thankfully now I have improved.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Continous rhyming


Misplaced the pennies I saved up to buy me a dream.
Lost all the marbles I tried to keep inside of me,
But nothing tastes like home
And nothing outside can beat my dome.


People in corners tell secrets you don’t want to hear.
Liars and truth sayer's speak words like they are diarrhoea.
Love’s Angels sing at night and I want to smash them with all my might.
**** all the goodness and split open all of the sores.
Wounds never heal when you are fighting for the wrong cause.


Rivers always flow; the wind it always blows,
But lonely as I am, I’ll never admit to defeat
And happy as I am, you’ll never see me in the street.
A ghost man with no name,
I have no interest in fame.
Just give me the money to buy myself out of this job.
Just send me the freedom I need to write the stories that I want.


The things we dream in dreams,
Are never quite what they seem.
Met me a reader who has never written a thing.
Wannabee singer; I wrote lyrics, but I could not sing.


Losers lose their mojo; don’t ask me where it goes.
Princes in palaces; I want everyone to go!
Princes and paupers are all the same when the end comes.
Death is the eternal entity and the end of all fun.


Everyone wants to live a life without the struggle and doubt,
But life is a razor and we stand on the edge waiting to be taken out.
Love is memory I hope to God I never feel again.
Continuous rhyming…same ol’ same…


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Contradictions


In shadows thoughts lurk, waiting to be found.
One idea at a time is all my mind will let out.
I am totally built from imperfections;
All these flaws and still I write my contradictions.


I am at my best when my head is in distress.
Still more to say, but I digress, when all is said.
I continue to never explain what I mean;
I hide my real feelings, as I tell you everything.


The man in the mirror can see through me.
He used to be happy, but now that is just a bad memory.
A hypnotist told me to believe that free will is easy.


I have a belief in my lack of faith.
I wish I could believe, but this is neither the time nor the place.
I need to be loved, but I am scared of the thought.
My life has taught me to never ignore a parable.


Working hard to relax;
All recurring dreams they do pass,
Like a breeze of the wind.
Never seen, maybe just imagined.
Beauty is all around, but there is none to be found,
In this jungle of the city.
She is so pretty,
But I do not have the words or will to speak,
Of my vocabulary mastery.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Contradictions hypocrite


There’s a ******* hole where my heart should be
And it’s killing me!  Just to be me.
I try to change and remove the pain,
But it’s a part of me now; my soul is stained.


I need to love, but I don’t want to talk.
I need you to love me, but who loves a dork?
I hate myself for needing your help,
So I won’t put you through this too, for this is my own Hell.


I am contradictions hypocrite,
And I am constantly hit by emotional baggage.
Put me out of my misery, please!
I just cannot manage,
To just find the tiniest speck of joy,
Or a reason to believe.
The fearful boy who wants to love,
But the glass will never ever be even half-full.
It’s life half-empty permanently;
Dead skies up above.


No ray of light shines down on me.
Just endless self-torture, no more pity;
I cannot take it anymore.
I cannot stand to tell you the truth, so I let you fall.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Cool beans.


You shine for me when I am in despair.
I will be your light when you are in darkness.
You are still with me even when I am not there.
I have chosen to invest in your interests.


If you are in need, then count on me,
To do all I can to see you through.
I will always be a man of peace.
Try to shout at me if you want to
And I will remain the same, cool beans.
The swinging sixties are in my dreams.
The hippie in me is looking for love,
So if you are the one I have been thinking of,
Then please give me a free hug.


I will not give up until I make your day
And make your smile;
Have a nice stay,
For the rest of my life,
By being on my side.
If you are, I will always remain,
Only a heartbeat away.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Counting candles


It’s a gloomy Tuesday as the rain falls all around.
The sound of church bells sums up the irony of this day; so down.
Another void future, a distant horizon pulls away from me.
Frozen in place; my heart is empty.


In this fragile state of mind,
I just don’t have the strength to self-hate.
I love to loathe, but what is the point?
People walk on by as I stare at my feet; I am without a choice.
Love life’s hand-break is keeping me in this state.
A heart divided; I cannot give this love away.


Romance is a stranger to my life.
Everybody is in love, it seems, to the one who cannot even try.
Last chance I took turned into a joke.
I laughed at my luck for I am a fool without hope.
I trust in the failure when I fail to trust.
I love my misery; it does not ask me for love.


I’m counting candles in a church;
So many old flames have gone out.
One day I will give up searching for love
And leave you all to be happy without me…
But that time is not yet now.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Create art.


Snap it apart; tear it apart; pull it apart…
Create art.

Anything can be used to ignite my fire;
Anything can be used to set fire to my mind.
Anything can be used to keep the fire burning.
Anything can be used, except the words I cannot find.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Critical.


The winter is haunting soon.
I embrace the darkness beneath the moon.
I am all done wishing for the sunshine to stay.


All I want for Christmas is,
A place I can just give the whole thing a miss.
To me it’s just another day of misery.


When snow is falling all around, moods can swiftly change,
But mine will always remain down;
For I am helpless in my own self-pity and I will always feel this way.


Dark thoughts are all I keep inside my head;
The nightfall is no longer a friend I know.
Love is my enemy, because love is dead;
All the questions I ask receive a negative reply…no.


Can I be loved?  Can I learn to trust?
Will I ever live a long and happy marriage, or will I never become us?
There are many questions that will never be answered;
Of that I am sure.
Circumstance took my only chance at redemption,
From a life I must endure.


I can tell no lie, nor can I swear a pact;
But at least I can criticize my life of lies,
Because I know exactly what I feel about that.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Crying Over Spilt Milk.


There ain't no sunshine, when she's gone.
The darkness is here to stay, it will carry on.
Until she comes back, yet she may never return.
I might spend the rest of my life, waiting for her.


Needing nobody new, the girl I found is all I want;
I knew the day that I found her, that she was the one.
My true love, if there's such a thing,
I can't tell you I don't know.
But my love for her is undying, it will forever live on.


She climbed into my heart and made herself at home.
Now my heart has something missing, I feel so alone.
Please bring her back, I need to breathe!
She brings me Heaven on Earth;
She makes my heart skip a beat.


We were one person, one being;
All knowing and all seeing.
When she hurts, I hurt too;
As I know what she is thinking.
She's trying her best, as am I to understand;
Why does love hurt us so much?
Does she love me?  Am I really her man?


Does she love me as much as I love her?  
I'll never really know for sure.
But my love for her is strong;
My feelings for her are pure.
Love and devotion, until death drags us apart.
I gave her all that I could, I gave her my heart.


So what happens next?  
Do we never get back together?
We both said we'd never part;
We both lied to each other.
We both sit here alone;
When we could be sat side by side.
The day we split I couldn't cry;
Because a part of me had died.


Feeling numb to the world;
No longer caring about a thing.
She broke my heart before she left;
As she took off the ring.
Our relationship was over, in the blink of an eye;
One last conversation, one last argument,
One last time together we cried.


Now I travel this world;
Knowing its beauty has now gone.
Nothing can ever be good again;
Everything is wrong.
As I lay down to sleep, thinking of her one last time…
I say a short prayer to keep her healthy;
Then pull the trigger and die.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Cry no tears for me


The famous singer walks alone,
Through half-remembered good times,
Through a library of songs
And all she can see at the end of the road,
Is a life without regrets
And a story told.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Cut me and I bleed you.


I’ve been thinking about you whilst running through the fire of life,
As I’m drinking in your nectar and dying inside.
This sacrificed soul, so soulfully rejected so many times,
Is still thoughtfully asking itself why I must cry,
Tears of fire through blinded eyes.


So heart-shatteringly cast aside by the Gothic bride,
With pale green eyes, now forever entwined with death, I smile
And in a short while I have walked a mile,
In someone else’s shoes and I see the light on the grail.
I’ve kissed the rose and my hope has set sail;
It is because of you I prevail.


If you cut me I will bleed you;
You are inside me, with me and all around me.
If you cut me I will bleed you,
Because my love for you is the only thing I need.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Dark Angels


It's a long way down, so grab a hold and make sure you hold on tight;
This is our time to disappear and be never found under this light.
Obscured from the all-seeing; hidden within our darkest souls,
Are the thoughts of a dark angel, his dark angel bride
And the end of all that which you call hope.


Standing in these flames, I feel no pain;
I feel ignited, united and saved from being saved.  
Let the waters fall and bury us all.
With flaming swords we go to war,
Without a shield to protect us; we want to fall.


Words ring aloud and true and break!
Our faith into pieces; we have been lured away.
Lead us into temptation and bring down a notion.
An army against your purity; this is our Heaven.


Destroy their love with a sinister growl.
Our love will die in a blaze of glory; we scowl beneath our cowls.
These walls must fall, for onward steps are forever required.
What chance do you have,
If the deceivers are the ones who will decide?


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Dark Poetry


I like writing dark poetry, but it takes a piece of me.
I want to repair the holes I leave when my soul is emptied.
I need a clear mind, I need a healthy body.
Hope springs eternal, scenic route to peaceful.
I wish I could write happy.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Dark thoughts


Darkness bleeds into my veins and pushes out my feelings;
All the thoughts inside my brain are thinking about leaving.
Leaving my mind or leaving this world, I haven’t decided yet.
Now I must make a choice as to whether I am going to just do it.


The suicide solution took the blame,
For a child’s thoughts and his hidden pain.
Let it rain on all the happy people, to wash away their smiles;
Let the innocence be lost in vain.
Let the prosecution begin and let our world go on trial.


Do we deserve to live on this Earth or has it been lost?
We destroy to open another Starbucks and our future is all it cost.
Summer is gone and winter is coming to remind us of our deaths.
We wish the sun would shine continuously,
But we know this is just a concept;
A notion, a thought, an idea of an ideal.
The darkness soothes my heart and mind
Because this misery feels real.


The night has come to haunt us and scare us in our beds,
The nightmares are here and they are real…there is no hope left.
Dead is this dream of Neverland;
It has been snatched from within our hands.
They took it away to destroy our passion
And left us without a promised land.


No future to look forward to without our optimism;
All we have left, we left behind,
Rotting in our mind…our personal prison.
We are entrapped by the feelings we have and no rescue is in sight;
We are doomed by a future we never chose,
Now our daylight has become our night.


A cry in the dark lets you know we are here,
But you cannot hear the words we are trying to say.
All we needed was for you to understand,
But you cannot because you live in the day.


Music soothes our thoughts,
Because it is down here with us.
Who are we to change our way of life?
When you have stolen our love and destroyed our trust.


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Aa Harvey Sep 2020
Daze


Feeling dead when I’m alive,
My sun no longer shines.
Crazy days are all behind me;
All I have is half-remembered memories.


Time is not a healer and I am not a friend.
Every time I see her face,
I want the world to burn to its end.
For all love ever caused me;
The scars upon my heart.
An empty box of what I could have been.
Written down is not who we hope we are.


These are just in pieces, the thoughts upon my grave.
Mask to hide diseases.
Once you have been lost, you have had your love me days.


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Aa Harvey Nov 2018
Deadication


There was a poet walking through the sand,
And he didn’t know it, but there were eyes on his footprints.
As he walked along there appeared a man.
The man he spoke of a world of fortune and asked…
Do you have anything to give?


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Dead Pigs


The big bad wolf, with the three little Piggies;

Chuckling and drinking and smoking some ciggies.

Sat in a bar, playing Russian roulette with a gun;

Two Piggies down…  Just one left to hunt.



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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Dead To Love


I am the heartless, empty being;
Incapable of love, incapable of feeling.
Incapable of trust, incapable of healing;
This dead black heart.


Love to me is just a distant memory.
Something I did once, at least that’s what I think;
But to me love was phenomenal,
To her it was just a word.
To me no love is possible,
After falling in love with her.


Only hurt can I now feel.
That is when I can feel anything at all.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Deathbed


When we are old and youth is in their hands,
I will be with you; heed my plans,
For I have waited for a lifetime,
To sit with you inside the sunshine.


I have since long ago dreamed of your love.
My wife of all time, my future and past,
My present and my bride in the above.
The two of us shall be sat on the swinging bench,
As our children play with their children,
While others sing.
The music and laughter will be with me,
After I am taken away into the everlasting.


I have long since dreamed of a life-time love,
Yet too long has love been waiting to hug.
The love of my life, the twine that binds,
My hand in your hand throughout my life.
As I say my final goodbyes,
There is water in your eyes,
But do not cry, I had a life,
And as my daughters stand hand in hand with their husbands and wives,
And their children smile and wave me goodbye,
I wipe the tears from their eyes with a smile.


I tell them each I love you too,
Each and every one of you,
More than you will ever know;
But now is the time that I must go.


Upon this deathbed I lay with the love of my life.
Her head upon my chest, never ready to say goodbye.
I whisper you gave me all I could ever want,
So lift your head up and look into my eyes,
Before long I will be gone.


I have loved you all ways.
I will love you beyond the grave,
And I will love you when there are no birds singing in the sky,
For the time has come for the silence to reign.


I love you more, she says,
With a knowing smile,
A perfect private joke.
A smile on a face
And finally,
I love you,
Goodbye…

And then going up in smoke…


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Death bed memories


This is a story told by a narrator,
Who cannot see the bigger picture.
Angel of stone weeps for the dead;
Lift me up and lay me to rest.


A nightmare of a former life attacks me from inside.
Death has always haunted me;
This isn’t a good day for her to die.


She is breathing her last, as she nearly did in the past
And she knows this won’t last;
But still she needs just one more gasp.
The dream is over and now we are back to reality.
Surely it cannot end like this?  This is a tragedy.


She loves me, she doesn’t love me;
Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn’t.
Love has died in my arms and now it is gone.
Did I really have it?
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men,
Couldn’t put our love back together again.


Sink like a stone in a room with no windows;
Begging for an answer and doubting there is a God.
I have lost love; it was taken, for what reason I don’t know,
But I still have the memory of her love, even though she is now gone.


I did have true love, I tell them as I lay here dying.
She was everything to me and I knew she was amazing.
We loved for so long, I never imagined our love ending,
But I did have love, I have been loved…
I think it’s time I was going.


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Aa Harvey Aug 2018
Death in the sky


Crash and burn like falling fireflies;
From the skies come a sign to die, a lightning strike.
It scares the children up here in the plane, oh no!
But we know it can’t hurt us.  Or can it?  I don’t know.


It crashes against us and lights up our night;
It causes panic, it causes fright.
It causes the plane to shake, just turbulence they say;
But we don’t believe their stay calm warning, this is our judgment day.


The end of our world, we are falling through the sky;
I don’t want to die please; I want to learn to fly.
I want to live forever; it can’t be my time already.
I haven’t learned how to live life yet, I’m still not ready.


Ascend into Heaven, screaming in the wind;
It is your time to go stand with your King.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Death is inevitable.


We spend our lives, fearing our deaths;
Scared of inhaling, that final breath.
Scared we may die, in the blink of an eye;
It is a consistent thought, throughout our lives.


But we cannot tell, what will happen tomorrow
And no man is able to avoid sorrow.
If it’s our destiny, to lose the one that we love tonight;
We cannot stop their fate, no matter how hard we try.


So rejoice in the fact, you’re alive right now…
For tomorrow you may be floating away into the clouds.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Death is just the beginning.


A mother’s natural instinct, a sixth sense and premonitions.
Surely this can’t all just be a coincidence?
Surely this proves, there’s more than meets the eye?
Surely this proves, we had a past life?
Maybe nobody actually dies and floats away into the sky.


Maybe we’re all reincarnated, again and again;
Just as Buddha, would have us believe.
So if we did become, enlightened like him,
Surely then, that would mean,
We are cheating death, by knowing of reincarnation
And surely we shouldn’t fear our final destination.


For when we die, we shall come back alive;
But no-one is willing to believe this, in case it is a lie.
But we should have no fear of the afterlife;
For if it is final, then that shall just be the end of the line.


If Buddha was right and he did walk into the light,
Then death should not be feared, maybe it should be embraced.
For when we die, it’s only the end of this life.
Another chance, to try to become enlightened
And when we have learned, what we are meant to know;
Maybe then, we shall reach our Heaven.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Death is written on every page


Black sun on a sea of ash.
Darkness falls; light is not coming back.
The raven calls in the midnight hour.
All that is left in the garden are uprooted flowers.


Summer is dead like the corpse of time.
Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine.
The little lights no longer shine.
All is darkness in the land of the blind.


Tears mark the route he took,
To a place without any good luck.
The tricks are played like a funeral dirge.
All is dirt.
All around are the widows in white.
The only black dresses are saved for the brides.
This is another day of eternal night.
City of angels who have lost their lives.


Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways.
The only lights left are the fires that rage.
Death is written on every page.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Deathstar Prince and The Princess of Death


I’ve lived here for eternity, I’ve seen them come and go.
They all smile throughout the summer days,
But hide once winter brings the snow.
Too cold for some, that human bunch,
But I can’t feel a thing.
I am The Bringer of Agony and Death!
I am the Sorrowful, Deathstar Prince!


Such heartsore mist creeps over me
And washes my happiness away.
The night has once more crept upon us,
To bid goodnight to the day.


It’s lonely here inside my heart, whilst she is lonely too.
My Angel of the Bitter Heart,
I see you watching me, as I watch you;
But I saw this ****** death coming,
Since long before you were ever born.
Drawn together forever,
In love’s twisted mind of thorns.
“I shall make you feel each other’s soul,
And then I shall tear them away.”
I’d like to say it all came as a big surprise,
But I’d be lying once again.


Another century passes by; time to get a bride.
The last one didn’t like me much, so I’m afraid she had to die.
Such bitter sweetness to be tasted in her veins.
The body remained perfect;
It’s a shame the same couldn’t be said of the brain.
Next time will be sweeter though, I shall find a star.
My pale white dark love of temptation;
I can see what you truly are.


The She-Devil stands before me, waiting to be wedded in white.
This ***** of the visual ****** sends shivers down my spine.
She draws me into her engulfing buxom; tender loving care.
I draw her into my cold dark world, full of death and despair.


Eternally devouring each other’s love;
This attraction has gone beyond any reasonable version of lust.
It crashes through the sound barrier, it jumps off the chart.
My lust for this woman is greater than,
The love that I have hidden within my heart.


I kneel before my Princess of Death;
She allows me to gaze upon her as I rise to my feet.
My desire cannot be hidden from her eyes,
As we stand breath to breath.
Our lips touch, we fall in love again, as we join the deceased.


The hunt is on for a fresh victim tonight.
Who will find the tastiest blood?  Will it be me or you?
Let’s take our death, to her or him, my bride.
The moon is drawing low now;
It lights up her skin, as pale as the moon.


Hand in hand, we carry the body;
This beautiful damsel in distress.
Her name unknown, her view not asked for;
All we ask of her is death.
Her blood still pumps fresh inside her neck.
She screams; she tries to reason; in vain she doth protest.


I gaze my deadly stare upon her and offer her some pain.
She gladly offers her wrist to me, so I can have a taste.
But my Princess is the only one who can ever truly love me;
For she is my Forever Bride, she is my Everything.


I pity you food, you lack any imagination.
I’ve spent three thousand years, living in damnation;
But death I was able to grasp.
Whilst you struggle and squirm,
Before you’re bitten and collapse.
Your last gasp of air, is replaced with despair,
As we take all your troubles away.
Your deathly stare at my debauchery enslaved,
Lets you realize, how little I care.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Decaying from the inside.


Waiting for a better day;
Wishing one would come my way.
But all my dreams fade away
And I am left in my ruins, old and insane.


Times they are a changing, but I am not changing my mind.
Too quickly I am aging; I am running out of life.
Life is too short to have just one attempt;
All this life has ever given to me is a look of contempt.


Why is it all wrong?
Every choice I make is a bad decision.
Forgotten thoughts, forgotten lyrics to a song I cannot remember.
I decided to embrace my lack of memory and my indecision.


Always look on the pessimistic side of life;
Internally my mind is Spaghetti Junction and I am a bundle of wires.
Nothing does what it is supposed to do.
Heart left to by-pass love and cells are reborn,
But I have never felt brand new.


Feet are aching; wrinkles have built an extension.
Why so much frustration because of a part I cannot mention?
Brain on strike at half past midnight;
This is my darkest hour…see the truth in the reflection of my eyes.


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