a sexist scandal
a single feeling
of sobering sickliness
a shriek
a stranger springs onto me
skin slides across skin
scraping and scratching
struggling and screaming
nobody comes to save me
a shard of slippery glass
snatched in a split decision
a slash
scarlet splatter spews along the silent street
the struggle subsides
moral costs of survival
have never seemed so selfish
29/01/2021
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Ain’t that a kick in the head?
Ain’t got nobody to ‘love you lots.’
So what?
Ain’t got nobody to call.
That’s cool.
Ain’t got nobody to call me good.
Good.
Ain’t got enough time to tell you the truth.
Whether I am good or bad is not up to you.
I decide to be real or lie.
So what if I don’t care if you begin to cry.
As they set you a task,
It’s all a-tisket, a-tasket, a-yakety-yak.
It’s all the same to me; don’t play your game.
You have to work or laugh.
Complete the level;
Move onto another.
One courageous deed needed indeed,
To find a perfect lover.
Stale-mates.
Just you wait.
Set your head free of need,
Or bite me.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I laugh and I cry
And I'm doing it all at the same time
I walk and I crawl
When not bouncing around like a rubber ball
It builds you up to tear your apart
Ain't love a kick in the heart
Feels good.....It hurts
But it tingles so, you know it works
It's sour...it's sweet
A chilling breeze in the summer heat
It's seeing the light from a shot in the dark
Ain't love a kick in the heart
L.............O.............V.............E
Is such a little word
But it can teach a hurricane
More about the twists and turns
It's black.....It's white
Pinstriped...Checkerboard and Tie Dyed
It's far....It's near
A screaming whisper in your ear
It's a wishing well full of falling stars
Ain't love a kick in the heart
It's crude.....with class
Dom Perignon in a redneck's glass
It's fast.....It's slow
Gaining ground when you lose control
It's a Rembrandt made from crayon marks
Ain't love a kick in the heart
Protected by copyright
Colab with Ryan Reynolds
Bought a pad of paper
Has lines on it
One hundred pages of paper
Already stained
Stole a Staedtler marker
Just a pen really
Stuffed with ink all waterproof
Document proof and lightfast
Wrote a poem just like this one
Used the pen to do it
Filled exactly one page of one hundred too
Just to spit this kyfe off
Too tired to do anything else
Waste time accept it
Because I don’t give a damn
Too tired to care
Shredded and burned this pad of paper
One hundred dreams too ashes
A million memories smoked
So what burned my hand too
Carried a flame in my heart
Left it in those pages
Hung out to dry
Like my soul in jet ink
Smeared across my face my hand
Smudged across my face too
So what, so who cares
The cliff base kicked me in the face