Can you live with the 'could of's'?
I will have to now,
Or not.

I could have kept you company when the world deserted,
The gift that kept on giving, per say.
Or not.

It's irrelevant how we came to be in each others space
I was there at the end
Or not.

We didn't ask for this
We both just received.
I hope the hands that were wiped clean
were fresher than the sheets.

I could have changed the world, yours for definite.
I could have scaled the charts, my star brightest among them all.
Or not.

Of course I could have brought shame to your last name.
Dragged you down and ruined opportunities
Doing what you did could be a new start, set you free.
Or not.

Did it make you wary of the world, every action and reaction?
every lingering glance curbed by memories in the stirrups.
You could add branches to your tree in the future
Or not.

life planted an empty hole
in my chest
and hoped for something
to grow out of it

it stuffed my mind with
crumbled paper
and gave my thoughts
a pen

Hugging loneliness


It’s not what I said that is keeping me awake;
It's all those words that I just could never say.
I have waited too long to find myself a place
And now time is all out of luck and I am at my grave.  


Here I stand looking backwards;
Empty spaces, empty Tracey’s…lost for words.  
The words I never said are all I regret.
The love I never found; the love that I left…
Behind my eyes there hides a smile,
But it is deep down inside my soul.
All you hear are the lies,
When I truly confide,
But the truth is all I ever said and now I am too old.
Too old to change, too late to make you believe;
If you cannot see, then please leave.  


If by now you do not know,
Then go.
Leave me alone,
With my sorrow.  


I have tried so hard to convince you this is no lie,
But by your side I do not lie.
Through your tears of goodbye,
You cannot see the rivers that I cry.  


The trail you leave already fades,
With each and every painful day
And all those words I never had the chance to say,
Are lost with me…

And I am left alone with my pain.  


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The only thing to sing to me
Was the moon
In the middle of the night
When I would look up
And stare
At my bedroom ceiling
Thinking about nothing
And everything...
All at once
The memories flood in and out
Through my ears
The gentle blow of the wind
Is my calling
So I open the window...
And step outside
Because by the light of the moon
I will make my great escape

There’s more to a Poet that meets the eye
Poet spelled backwards is Teop and that is why
According to the dictionary, Teop is a language of Northern Bougainville, Papua New Ginea
Imagine that
You probably thought a Poet was alone, but the dictionary let it be known
Being a Poet when you think about it can come in many different languages
Cultures expressed in Poetry foreign vibes
Teop being a language all its own
Good information for letting it be known
How a Poet expresses in varying foreign words
Let’s face it all they want is to be heard
Poet and Teop in the spoken written tongue
What it all mount’s to is communication
Poet into Teop and any other culture are that one’s who are the assembler of words
Culture Poet’s are the one’s in their native language interacting the thought
The idea of sought
So Poet and Teop do have something in common
If you are reading this, I got your attention
Of course, I had to mention.