"hopers" poems
Apathy
Don’t tell me how to feel, when I feel like this;
Don’t tell me that you’re happy, when I’m so depressed.
Don’t sit there with your girlfriend, giving her a kiss;
Because I just don’t care, about your life of bliss.
I do not care for your sympathy,
Because I live in a town called Apathy.
The town of no-hopers and the town I’m in;
The ****** little town called Apathy.
So don’t sit there with a smile upon your face.
Don’t dare utter those words:
‘The world is such an amazing place.’
Because I live in the rain and I feel like ****
The sun never shines down on Apathy.
So I do not care for your sympathy,
Because I live in a town called Apathy.
The town of no-hopers and the town I’m in;
The ****** little town called Apathy.
If you feel the same as me;
Or you live in a town like Apathy.
A town of losers; a town of ****
Then come with me down to Apathy.
Let’s take it over and change a few things.
Let’s welcome only rockers and eject all the trendies.
Let’s all sit down and smoke a spliff.
Let’s drink tequila and rock a few riffs.
I do not care for your sympathy,
Because I live in a town, called Apathy.
The town of no-hopers and the town I’m in;
The ****** little town called Apathy…
Yeah, I live in a town called Apathy,
And it has become like home to me,
For I never want to live outside Apathy,
Because I only care about, the cool people and me.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
I write in my underwear.
I write in my underwear, so my thoughts are not caged
underneath my clothes.
I refuse to look at the screen.
I only look at my fingers, hitting the keys as rhythmically as I say the words in my head.
I type because my thoughts are too fast
And I fear if I write I will forget
I am one of many.
One of many who speak because they cannot help it.
Whose words burst forth from their lips in spontaneous spasms of passionate opinions.
We will not hold our tongues
We will not mind our manners
And we will not conform to please
For we are romantics,
and poetics,
and hopers, and dreamers,
and liars, and cheaters.
We not only do things because we feel them,
But because we want to experience them.
And with are experiences
Of love, tragedy, happiness, and despair
We aim to awaken passion in others.
Others who fear emotion.
We aim to shake them
And awaken the life that they have.
I will not confine my soul
inside a cubical
And I will not shut my window
and deprive the world of my dreams
And I will not straighten my curls and **** the energy that they harbor
And I will not cage my thoughts underneath my clothes
It is for them, and for us
I write in my underwear
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 10:50 PM UTC
Rings of light lowering from the skies I called my faith Godly and A universe is birthing somewhere; Transporting peace into this world everyone else infidel. Now I going extinct Dinosaurs in There! Ant-eating stick,
I emerged have divine rights to pillage all.
A galaxy few light-years away, A tool-making ape. And gave the Shoreless ocean knocking the heart. At this very moment, life first
key to St. Peter and walked, walked That I locked away behind a
door. peered at
the firmament of stars. Bequeathing hopers,
A light called forth and I walked forth A supernova ***** all light. memories down epigenetic lines. out a mollusc to the future But peace was alive all along. An arc. Epic. Exodusish. enroute a transcience
called man; Now
in the fear of a mushroom There is a God.
Too bland for our Tossing around in a centrifuge. clouds, she graces
the world in taste, lighting all hearts in peace-fires. Giant wheel. Merry-go-around. her dome-shrines dotting the wide
shores. And now
we like them, deranging conflagrations more.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
you see i want you to sit there
because me, the man wants to tease you after all these years
ya see, i didn’t get to tease you when we were kids
so, i will ****** well tease you now
you see i don’t care if it hurts your feelings
i don’t care if you don’t want it
because, mate, you tried to be like us, back then
and the victim said, don’t tease me, cause i am a better artist than you will verve
you see you are a negative little ****
who doesn’t care about us, ya know you are the victim i am a bully
then the victim said, why do you like bullying
only baby men bully, cool people like me, do art
bullying is for no hopers like you who is just jealous of my talent
bullies are just jealous cowards who hate life
you see i will never be a bully, cause i love life to bits
i am better than bullies and i am better than the teasing men
you see those teasers are saying, your still getting teased or bullied
but i say, only baby men tease or bully
people who want to go to jail
you see i am cool man, they say cool you i say cool me
your a bully and i am a filthy slob, at least slobs never go to jail
i will say i am a slob forever and the bully is a little baby man wa wa wa
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
The windows of the world are opened wide
Upon the sun-soaked beaches and the tides
That lull the faintly optimistic souls
Who dream away their lives among the coals
Of winter evenings. Dreaming by the fire
Of popularity and wealth; their heart's desire-
to have a little fame in this, their world;
To see their lives before us all unfurled.
They dream their dreams, they sing their songs.
They ache for things material and dwell upon the wrongs
That have befallen them through circumstance of birth.
They see themselves as queens, but minimize their worth
As helpers, hopers, lovers, dreamers. Choke
Themselves with their demands, but, if they poke
Their heads above the hype can clearly see
Fast tracks to fame are seldom trouble- free.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Impulse buys and crap meat pies,
crispy snacks and cans
Fast food bags, discarded **** all chucked from sweaty hands
Into bushes, roadside drops or tossed from speeding cars
Consume and lob, “it’s not my prob”
junk stuffed from fist to gob
Foods that **** eat our streets, Mother nature’s ******
Disrespectful, scant regard, her beauty hid amidst
A correlation, may I address... littering to health
Or on a controversial note, worst areas lack in wealth
Discarded dreams, stretched at the seams
Life’s stitching’s come undone
Scratch paper hopers, ciggy smokers
Our streets are overrun
Deadly habits, toxic foods, mainly line our streets
Left for volunteers to pick, a never-ending feat
Healthy trash? Avocado smash?
Imagine streets adorn
Kale and spinach everywhere
We wade through piles of corn
“There’s ****** carrots are everywhere, why don’t they use the bin”
“That courgette’s dropped right next to it, why not just put it in?”
Coastal towns with plastic seas, wildlife getting sick
All tangled, trapped in Ghost nets like a phantom sailors’ trick
Above the ground to the depths below the litter never ends
Poor old Mother Earth, being driven round the bend
So how do we control this? Education is the answer?
Let’s all work to turn it round for Generation Alpha
The new emerging vibrant minds, absorbing like a sponge
The lessons passed on down to them, by loving Dads & Mums
A shift in thinking is afoot, I feel it in my bones
Let’s join as one community, it starts within our homes.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
**every walk that i take
every gaze up the avenues
exposes every low lie
about human progress
the glamour and the glitz
muffle the hungry cries
of bewildered no-hopers
the litter and the clutter
tell a story of decadence
and broken down values**
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 4:44 AM UTC
There are readers and writers.
There are lovers and fighters.
There are dreamers and hopers.
There are fighters and copers.
What am I?
A bit of each.
Leaves me feeling like a bit of a leach.
I need some saving tonight.
Or I might just be none
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Captured in the psych ward
Today Ron got out of bed and
Had cereal and toast and then went to the hdu because he found out that his usual hangout burnt down overnight
By a man who has a lot of violence in him, you see this man suffers from schitzophrenia and has these dillusions of Fire being the answer, you see when he burns something down, a voice he claims is gods but it is really
The delusions in his brain saying do it do it do it
Burn it down and collect the insurance and go overseas to travel and everything will be alright and Ron had a lot on his plate with momma rose two weeks after patty roes death
And then this strange man entered the psych ward saying
I don't belong here with no hopers and sick people and
Momma rose went over to him
And said what are you in for
And he said I torched a place down to collect the insurance
To travel around the world
And Ron came in and took the man aside and started to understand why he would do
Awful things to businesses and homes and first of all he said his name was Harry and then he said God wants me to do this, you see if I torch a place i
Can collect the insurance and go overseas and Ron said what Makes you think in your mind that anyone will give you insurance for that and Harry said God always helps the little guys just like me, you see mate
I am different from other people
And Ron said what makes you think that and Harry said you see everyone worries about not
Being able to have kids and me
I don't care because there is so much you have to do
1 look into which school to enrol
Your kids into
2 buy food so your kids don't starve
3 pick up and drop off at school
And sporting events
Ahhhhhhh
And momma rose came over
And said Harry, do you want to escape one day, I know where they keep the keys
Because I have people on the outside I want to **** or destroy
And Ron said momma rose can you please leave me and Harry alone and momma rose walked away saying **** your **** you
**** you and Ron decided that
Harry should be trailed on chlosophine because there are a lot of violent thoughts flying around his head and Harry said
My mate Patrick doesn't want to help me, so he planted his voice into my head saying we don't like you anymore and Ron said we need you to understand the nature of your actions and Harry said I know what I did was right for me and Ron said you need chlosophine right now
And later that day they had dinner and then Ron bought out the medications and momma rose said I know I killed George Washington but why should I stay here I am better now
When I was a kid we went to hospital to have operations and
Not stuck here watching tv
And Harry said shut up ****
And Ron clocked off and bought pizza and retired to the couch while momma rose played nice mother to Harry
Explaining every show making Harry very mad but he just let
Momma rose talk and that was the first day of Harry
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
His marriage imploded; smoke and insinuations. It was a shock that he always knew was coming. His conscience sent him North; a man and his bags. He was 38 and had gained weight. A once handsome face melting away into middle-aged near-obesity. Ruing over what he was not proud of, every human interaction was endlessly scrutinised. He felt that he had a true essence that he had not yet uncovered. If he could discover it then he would build a new story around it, one that would get his life back on track. His meals were no hopers; microwaved, industrial and sodium filled. His meals and his days did not nourish him. Feeling lonely, he had started to go to the pub. Although he stuck out, he found the locals rough but friendly enough. They, the 3 lads, were going to come around for a smoke. A little bit of companionship might stop the walls from eating him up. They were all in their mid-twenties, he'd guess, so younger than him but not oddly so. He flipped between politics today and sky sports news; chain smoking like it was a vital function. He drank a can of san pelligrino blood orange, slowly, his mouth overwhelmed by the sugary taste. He sighed from the tip of his toes to the crown of his head. Within an hour, like his marriage he would no longer exist.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC
Why factors
Why do the hopeless die?
Factors the programing called for,
quired first,
ere ever
were required.
(re, once more, locked in place after first.)
Why called for
reason,
why,
why do what you can't do alone
alone?
Never heard, is a discouraging word
on the range
where home was. Why not?
Nobody who came this far, carried that dis-crap
in our corazone
past Sisyphus, laughing at gravity,
and our struggle to face
eternity as mortal
hopers for more.
Discouraged folk die out here,
beyond the effect of discouraging words,
on uncloudy days, developing
negatives from
imaginations linked in to blurry, tearstained
yesterdays.
Look here.
Yes, t'day, in tight bundles of hows,
tied with memory string,
bound to be better
stood up under by
why factors helping you along.
Reason is
your heart is a phor of the amphora ilk,
round, pointed bottom meant to
easily and snuggly fit,
into a square slot on the inner hull
of the ship, below deck.
If the amphora is emptied of any earthly spoilage,
scrubbed and cleaned by the fuller apprentice,
songs come to fill it, virtually,
to over flowing,
---
trauma drama on an oceanic scale Himalaya high
suddenly
time goes
geo
logical and we are other wise,
slowly
absorbed in being able,
as our voice crys out to cain, it's okeh.
This ain't hell,
it's now.
Live or die.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
That is my joy
that's where my being oxygenates
for I know to keep some on side
they have to be offered inducements and sweeteners
By those who want me isolated and driven mad
but
while at work, I delighted in watching all of the races
get along , no usual picking on the Asians or others
suddenly everyone is united except me of course.
It was great to see the blokes being courted by the ladies
No Hopers suddenly able to glide in front of me
with a fine lady on hand, while I sit on my lonesome
It really made me happy for them to be happy, I know I'd have some lucky breaks, so it was good, watching others
get the attention and me out of the spotlight
I saw any romantic interest for me is immediately swarmed
and prised away, lulled by bribes and inducements
sweeteners to help wreck any link up
that man's gotta be isolated
so I let them go
to get what will give them succor and relief
did I go bring a wife back, I could have done
but let them keep her at least I know they will
have to provide more than natural, that made me feel good
for she would be courted and spoilt
and swanned over to keep her away from me
this unlover foisted on too, to confuse and tease me
and mind-play me with all their negative offerings
I know they would offer
distractions, inducements and sweeteners
to keep her on-side
the poor small thing needs all she can get given her situation
I put her in place for a better take than would naturally come
I told her, use the situation to your advantage
so I feel good knowing I helped somehow
for I know, as with all things false
sooner or later, things will fall apart
for what is not real can never last
the Devil will ask for its debts and it won't be from me....
and if you lay with rattlesnakes
sooner or later you will rue the day.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC