Down in it.


This world is full of lying people.
Money rules their lives; their minds are so feeble.
Everyone cannot be trusted;
So called helpers leave you down in it.


If you remain positive, they will only steal everything
And leave you to resent your life.
I hope you like being down in it,
Because people are not nice.


If you attain anything, then everyone will demand their piece
And leave you down and out, left hating the thieves.
All your efforts they destroy.
Trust no man, woman, girl, or boy,
Because in the end they will no longer be a friend;
They are a taker.
They are taking away your money so they can spend.


Bit by bit, they are taking it
And in the end you will have not one thing.
You work hard so they don’t have to;
I hope you see a better view.


Maybe we could be like them?
Then again, let’s pretend,
That you are better morally.
Let’s pretend you can hear me,
Without needing to shout,
I disagree!


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

the sky turned black today.
everyone acted as if this was normal.
why? am i crazy or is the sky black?
i was the only one who noticed, the only one who cared.
i got lost.
no-one looks down corridors or stairways or dark alleys anymore.
as they no what happened.
as their own sky's turned black, they ran. they knew what type of person would pounce.
i didn't know.
i didn't run away from the black sky.
but i stayed. and now i have to.
i have no choice.
confidence.
thats all i need.
give it to me. please.

The light bulbs
Of the body
They can give
And take away light
But always burn the
Brightest in the
Darkest Rooms

I wanna feel you
Like how the flowers feel the spring
Or when it feels the change of the ground below and sky above

A blow from heavy sky
I want you to know that I'm worth dragging in
alongside the flowers you picked in the current

Choking my ripples of breath and pride for you
To let me be in the turbulence
So you will see the extent
Of how our souls are entangled

I am tiny,
miniscule amidst
these waves,
gray, grave, and claiming
every ounce
of
will and work
from my poor soul.
I have so much to give,
but how little it is
when compared with
the demand.

Have you ever been afraid to fly?
Take my hand, and we can try.
Have you ever been afraid to die?
Take my hand, I’ll show you why.

Have you ever been afraid to sleep?
Take my hand, don’t go to deep.
Have you ever been afraid to leap?
Take my hand, it’s far too steep.

Have you ever been afraid to loose?
Take my hand, you have no use.
Have you ever been afraid to truce?
Leave my hand, just use it.