Submissions by AaHarvey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Nov 2016 1:40pm
11th Nov 2016 1:40pm
Frankenstein's Cyborg
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Heavy Metal Music.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Frankenstein’s Cyborg.
My robo-tic child,
My favor-ite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child,
I’m the reason you were born.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
God I thought they’d killed me.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
What did you do to me?
If I left, you there,
Where would you be now? Yeah,
If I’d left, you there,
Tell me where would you be?
...
R O B O T
R O B O T
Heavy Metal Music.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Frankenstein’s Cyborg.
My robo-tic child,
My favor-ite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child,
I’m the reason you were born.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
God I thought they’d killed me.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
What did you do to me?
If I left, you there,
Where would you be now? Yeah,
If I’d left, you there,
Tell me where would you be?
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 1:37pm
11th Nov 2016 1:37pm
A poet's heart
A poet’s heart is unlike any other.
It is bigger, it is more;
It is waiting for you, to discover.
It is free to speak without disorder;
Because a poet’s heart is so clear
And we are simply the interpreter.
A poet’s heart is unique to the poet;
All who have a heart, would say the same,
But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used,
Than to simply push blood around the veins.
A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it;
It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet.
Their heart is their charm and...
It is bigger, it is more;
It is waiting for you, to discover.
It is free to speak without disorder;
Because a poet’s heart is so clear
And we are simply the interpreter.
A poet’s heart is unique to the poet;
All who have a heart, would say the same,
But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used,
Than to simply push blood around the veins.
A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it;
It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet.
Their heart is their charm and...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2016 10:16pm
10th Nov 2016 10:16pm
Eclipse
Be gone! Be gone! Foul evil beast;
This is not my place of reckoning.
The guardians of light stand at my side
And death is not yet beckoning.
In foulest stench, I see you drenched,
In blood; I see you dripping.
But I am not for the taking yet;
I am still for the living.
Come back in time, of a dying future.
The time is not now; we are alive in this state.
In time you can take me to meet your master;
But now is my time to live, so leave this place!
Do not hover nearby hoping for easy...
This is not my place of reckoning.
The guardians of light stand at my side
And death is not yet beckoning.
In foulest stench, I see you drenched,
In blood; I see you dripping.
But I am not for the taking yet;
I am still for the living.
Come back in time, of a dying future.
The time is not now; we are alive in this state.
In time you can take me to meet your master;
But now is my time to live, so leave this place!
Do not hover nearby hoping for easy...
506 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2016 10:08pm
10th Nov 2016 10:08pm
A fragile mind
A fragile mind slips down a slippery slide;
The abyss is calling us to come on inside.
The darkness needs you; it needs to feed on you.
Still we are falling, we pass straight through.
No comfort blanket rescue, no saving grace;
The fear is calling, come into this place.
Deeper we sink down into the abyss;
Deeper and deeper we are sinking within.
A fragile mind keeps us locked inside;
No way out of your own head,
Now your mind is out of time and on the line.
No more stepping forward, life at a...
The abyss is calling us to come on inside.
The darkness needs you; it needs to feed on you.
Still we are falling, we pass straight through.
No comfort blanket rescue, no saving grace;
The fear is calling, come into this place.
Deeper we sink down into the abyss;
Deeper and deeper we are sinking within.
A fragile mind keeps us locked inside;
No way out of your own head,
Now your mind is out of time and on the line.
No more stepping forward, life at a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2016 12:07pm
10th Nov 2016 12:07pm
The rage inside
Am I a clockwork man, or a clockwork mouse?
Would I still be the same man, if I let my rage out?
Am I a jigsaw piece of a master plan?
Or a glimpse of art in a foreign land?
Am I a way of seeing, or a way of keeping the peace?
Or a weapon of choice inside your hands?
Am I blessed by God, or cursed by The Devil?
If I have never lost my temper, how have I learned to stay so civil?
If a box of tricks is Pandora’s Box;
Then why are there no locks on Pandora’s Box?
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights...
Would I still be the same man, if I let my rage out?
Am I a jigsaw piece of a master plan?
Or a glimpse of art in a foreign land?
Am I a way of seeing, or a way of keeping the peace?
Or a weapon of choice inside your hands?
Am I blessed by God, or cursed by The Devil?
If I have never lost my temper, how have I learned to stay so civil?
If a box of tricks is Pandora’s Box;
Then why are there no locks on Pandora’s Box?
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2016 12:01pm
10th Nov 2016 12:01pm
Hollowed bones
Give up on drugs and fail to love,
Live life unknown and do not trust.
Break up and cry. Suicide.
Fall apart behind their lies.
Have apathy for you and me;
I live to die, keep your empathy.
My lack of faith is a disease;
I fail to believe in anything.
So hate them all and break apart;
Tear out each other’s broken hearts.
No light in Hell and no new start;
We suffer eternal agony, so let’s depart.
No Queen or King; no money for things.
No saints, just sin; no longer sing.
No love of hate...
Live life unknown and do not trust.
Break up and cry. Suicide.
Fall apart behind their lies.
Have apathy for you and me;
I live to die, keep your empathy.
My lack of faith is a disease;
I fail to believe in anything.
So hate them all and break apart;
Tear out each other’s broken hearts.
No light in Hell and no new start;
We suffer eternal agony, so let’s depart.
No Queen or King; no money for things.
No saints, just sin; no longer sing.
No love of hate...
482 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 5:16pm
8th Nov 2016 5:16pm
Dumb and numb
Gone is the future that they promised to us;
I have come undone and fallen apart…all because of love.
In a world of shadow stalkers I am lost in the dark
And all the love in the world could never be enough.
I stand here defiant at your claim that love matters.
It doesn't, I've had it;
All your heart has left to do is break and shatter.
In a life without hope, I stumble and fall right into your arms.
And so it begins, prepare for war;
I have become lost inside your alluring charms.
Another story of a love that became the enemy....
I have come undone and fallen apart…all because of love.
In a world of shadow stalkers I am lost in the dark
And all the love in the world could never be enough.
I stand here defiant at your claim that love matters.
It doesn't, I've had it;
All your heart has left to do is break and shatter.
In a life without hope, I stumble and fall right into your arms.
And so it begins, prepare for war;
I have become lost inside your alluring charms.
Another story of a love that became the enemy....
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 5:10pm
8th Nov 2016 5:10pm
I am becoming
Perception; reality.
Every human mind has its own duality.
Our good side, our bad side;
Life seems to always get the best of me.
Empty, of anything, that they claim to know that I need.
So empty, of feeling,
When all who criticize become unworthy of truly interpreting me.
Without a voice, I am powerless.
Situations arise that give me strength to confess, that I am a mess.
Disorganized, my thoughts are hidden underneath;
I search the depths of my soul to see what I can reap.
Words all scrambled; put them into order. ...
Every human mind has its own duality.
Our good side, our bad side;
Life seems to always get the best of me.
Empty, of anything, that they claim to know that I need.
So empty, of feeling,
When all who criticize become unworthy of truly interpreting me.
Without a voice, I am powerless.
Situations arise that give me strength to confess, that I am a mess.
Disorganized, my thoughts are hidden underneath;
I search the depths of my soul to see what I can reap.
Words all scrambled; put them into order. ...
566 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2016 7:28pm
7th Nov 2016 7:28pm
From the heart
From deep within my heart-shaped hole,
I must tell you what is written on my soul.
So here I go, this is what I know…
Anything is possible; impossible is a ghost.
From inside; out into the world,
Words are fire to catch upon.
Grab a hold of the lightning bolt;
Light up the night like a firework and show them what you hold.
Powerful heart and convictions made from stone;
Do not let go of hope, it is all we have left.
Mindful thoughts cannot be sold;
They are yours and yours alone
And nothing can change the...
I must tell you what is written on my soul.
So here I go, this is what I know…
Anything is possible; impossible is a ghost.
From inside; out into the world,
Words are fire to catch upon.
Grab a hold of the lightning bolt;
Light up the night like a firework and show them what you hold.
Powerful heart and convictions made from stone;
Do not let go of hope, it is all we have left.
Mindful thoughts cannot be sold;
They are yours and yours alone
And nothing can change the...
434 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2016 7:25pm
7th Nov 2016 7:25pm
Still
I have nothing written, but still I can read between the lines.
I have nothing to do, but to continue.
I have nothing, whilst you have gained everything you have through lies.
I have nothing more to say,
Because all you have to say contains no truth.
Lacking empathy to every thought inside your head.
Lacking any kind of pity; I’ll leave you behind for dead.
Lacking compassion to all you need to get from me.
Lacking indecision; my mind is made…you I will forget.
Losing all my faith, I could never believe in you;
Losing all those...
I have nothing to do, but to continue.
I have nothing, whilst you have gained everything you have through lies.
I have nothing more to say,
Because all you have to say contains no truth.
Lacking empathy to every thought inside your head.
Lacking any kind of pity; I’ll leave you behind for dead.
Lacking compassion to all you need to get from me.
Lacking indecision; my mind is made…you I will forget.
Losing all my faith, I could never believe in you;
Losing all those...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 3:48pm
4th Nov 2016 3:48pm
Liquid poetry
Pure liquid poetry pours out of my head,
Leaving my will and wishes for dead.
Just cannot stop this crazy mind,
From spitting out another rhyme.
Give it a rest!
Brain please hibernate.
Wake up in the morning, if you’re not too late;
But please! For the sake of sanity!
Please give me a break.
I’m wearing away in my dying days,
Just waiting for a future…
Where is she True Love?
You promised me.
It’s time for me to meet her.
This Wife you promised,
In exchange for me being honest. ...
Leaving my will and wishes for dead.
Just cannot stop this crazy mind,
From spitting out another rhyme.
Give it a rest!
Brain please hibernate.
Wake up in the morning, if you’re not too late;
But please! For the sake of sanity!
Please give me a break.
I’m wearing away in my dying days,
Just waiting for a future…
Where is she True Love?
You promised me.
It’s time for me to meet her.
This Wife you promised,
In exchange for me being honest. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 3:45pm
4th Nov 2016 3:45pm
Guitars in the night
There is a place I have not been,
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.
I woke up this morning after another dream;
I was late for work in my mind and the panic awoke me.
I looked at the clock it said 45 minutes past three,
So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I hum the tune inside my mind,
I can’t see the meaning; it doesn’t mean that I’m blind.
All I can hear are the words with...
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.
I woke up this morning after another dream;
I was late for work in my mind and the panic awoke me.
I looked at the clock it said 45 minutes past three,
So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I hum the tune inside my mind,
I can’t see the meaning; it doesn’t mean that I’m blind.
All I can hear are the words with...
481 reads
2 Comments
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