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It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens,
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.
R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
*** faked his own death,
And it only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural insanity,
Like Grenfall tower’s insurance fees,
The 3,000 suicides a week,
And the worst one; Love Island on your screens.
Meghan Markle’s family send their best,
Kanye says he loves Kanye West,
Like doing the floss at a dentist,
It only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural satire comedy,
Like playing Fortnite for 2 weeks,
A hobo getting mad cause you gave him 10p,
Proudly sharing your insecurities.
I’m a vegan but sometimes I like to eat beef,
But don’t get mad, I have ADHD,
I love labels, in fact I’m obsessed,
And it only matters if you’ve trend set.
It’s culture clarity,
Like watching **** and not clearing your history,
And thinking you're as safe as safe can be,
And then seeing ads about small willies.
But none of that applies to me,
I’m obviously talking theoretically,
Changing subject... Can Ant survive without Dec?
Too soon? Or simply the latest trendset?
It’s cultural spirituality,
And I achieved enlightenment when I was three,
And then forgot what it all means,
And now I’m depressed.
It must be cause I read it on the news,
And in the papers so it must be true,
Or was it fake? I sometimes forget,
Too distracted by all the trend-sets.
It’s culture profanity,
Like your mum telling you it’s avocado for tea,
Like your grandma offering to buy you weed,
Was that just me?
I totally detest avocado for dinner,
And parents who buy their kids fidget spinners,
My patience I admit, is on the edge,
I’m sick to death of all these trend-sets.
Since when was an opinion as valid as a fact?
Since when was it ok to believe the earth is ing flat?
And we sit and wonder why we’re all so incest,
Its cause you only matters if you trendset
Yes, this culture is distracting me
And stopping me from finding peace,
By making me want to make money,
And tempting me with comedy.
So I’ll end this poem with some advice,
And I’ll try my best to make it nice,
To have a nice life, and live the best,
Do everything and anything, apart from trend-set.
It’s cultural.
Don’t touch me.
Valentine of mine, why are you still crying?
Why are your skies so grey? What is it you need me to say?
We used to be in love; it was meant to be the two of us,
But something happened and we crumbled to dust.
Whatever happened to our love?
You’re the girl with the saddest eyes;
You used to have the most beautiful smile.
I’m sorry I dragged your world into mine;
This is what happens when worlds collide.
Summer’s dead, winter’s every day.
We were young but we began to fade.
I guess time got in our way.
We were meant to grow better with age.
I’m a curse, your fatal disease.
You are pure, I’m on my knees.
I would save you from me,
If I had the strength to fight my insecurities.
It’s my words they seep into this.
Relationships like this aren’t meant to exist.
We were never meant to meet.
I just dreamed and you became my wish.
I’m a Cancer, you’re a Queen.
I am bitten by your endless meaning.
Your existence is my purity.
You protect me.
I couldn’t save you from me.
Runaway before you fall.
Do not chase me, I’m so impure.
Leave now while you still can.
Love yourself and don’t accept the love of this man.
It’s my end, begin your way.
I have no light, no glory days.
Hear my words, don’t do as I say.
Release yourself from my heartbroken cage.
Be safe; find your own way.
Make yourself in make up face.
Hide your true being from my gaze.
Maybe then you will be able to escape.
I‘m bad luck and bad at love
And bad at singing and bad at good.
I am yours, do not be mine.
Banish me so I can watch you shine.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The genuine of simplicity is the wishing will,
arouses the splendor in content of still.
The scattering stories are matter of a baggage,
becomes the chant proclaiming the stage in savage.
Those torn loose ends to know by the breathe,
finding pleasure in the cruelest advice beneath.
The act of harsh or sweet in shallow warm,
tormented insecurities latching to reform.
That trying again, and once again, to rise,
smoking, drinking, manipulation in disguise.
When moody blinded self-absorption is out on bail,
becoming the shadows trapped in a flapping sail.
By the antiquity to proof with intellectual sight,
every heartbeat trebled to change heavens might.
That most rare conception of all nothing,
and its consequences with its swinging sting.
The cry for righteous freedom in darkening eclipse,
the haunted space by nemesis in grips.
Bearing witness to the poor admitted heart,
in social convention is the holy phony art.
The delicate web of human trust,
emphatic rapture in airy fabrication and its dust.
The lying gambles played every day,
holding and keeping what is not have anyway.
The embodiment of all that despise,
the puppeteer and its disguise.
Pegasus flight thru the storm looses some feather,
mythology is the living breath altogether.
If I weren't afraid I'd have unwrapped
the barricade I tightly twined
around my poor heart to protect it.
Please don't blame me, it is as fragile...
as glass, so I guard it unfailingly
I'd have shown you all the bleeding scars on my soul
I'd have revealed the depth of my love for you,
but my insecurities betrayed me,
and now you've deserted me.
Oh, if only I told you then!
I regret not muddling through
the fleeting chasm of apprehension.
You see, the trouble with me is...
I'm unsure of myself sometimes;
plagued with lingering self-doubt.
If I weren't afraid I'd have courageously
cracked my shell of vulnerability; revealing
my true essence to you, but it's much too late now.
I can't help but wonder what might have been.
If only I could turn back time!
If I Weren't Afraid Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written and submitted: 09/13/2019
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I stare at a reflection that once held the pain of a broken spirit.
Collapsed inside themselves, where light had ceased to exist,
where regrets once held a smile captive, and the thought of truly loving who they are seemed like the hardest thing to do.
I could recall how they accepted the agony of defeat—submitting to the harsh realities of life and never seeing their story ending with a
“Happily Ever After.”
I could remember their insecurities, low self-esteem, and discarded dreams, as if to tell themselves they were meant to be nothing more than what they are.
How their permanent scars have now been left as a reminder that they have made too many mistakes to ever bounce back from a world that's not made of rubber.
However, here they stand, bold and undefeated,
confident despite being mistreated,
no longer looking at life as if a smile could never be recycled, joy could never be regained, and scars viewed as survival stories waiting to be told.
Nasty Me, Hypocrite
From the looks of things,
I've gazed deep into my soul,
And it only gives rise to pain.
I am the shadow that consumes your light,
A toxic lover, poisoning your sight.
My touch, a flame that burns with deceit,
Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat.
My life paves the way for pain;
Sorrow evolves around my circle.
It nurtures and breeds vindictiveness,
Drinking oceans of bitterness,
Eating the bread of hostility.
I'm that jealous lover who stalks you,
Bringing nothing but pain to your living life.
My words, a venomous whisper in your ear,
Sweet nothings that bring only fear.
I'll pull you close, then push you away,
Leaving scars that never fade.
I am the embodiment of mass destruction,
A reality of unpleasant catastrophe.
I sow seeds of discouragement,
Watered with rivers of agony,
Nothing but sadness.
I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind,
A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind.
My love, a suffocating, crushing weight,
A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date.
I am the terror behind your nightmares,
The imagery you refused to envision.
I wage war, raining down casualties and division.
I'll feed on your insecurities,
Nourishing my power, your weaknesses.
My love's a game, where you're the prey,
A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day.
I am the scorching sun
That pierced and smeared your soul with evil.
I find pleasure in your misery
And joy in suffering.
I am a righteous sinner
Who wears the coat of righteousness,
Beneath, lies devil's concoction,
Seasoned with ingredients of vices.
I'm the creativity of negativity,
Not positivity.
In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity.
I befriended light to see darkness;
To concoct wickedness, so easy to judge.
Always preaching perfection
But living with an infection.
Still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare,
A moth to flame, unable to bear.
The pain, the hurt, the endless fight,
A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.
I saw your name by chance the day before you came,
What a coincidence,,,that randomness hasn't changed,
When I was at a loss and all alone, you popped into my life,
My dreams were shattered, I didn't know myself, struggling to survive,
I was hanging by a thread, my heart was so broken back then,
And I took those insecurities out on you, I'm so sorry friend,
As the years have passed, my heart has grown and changed,
Your a stranger to me now, you wouldn't recognize me anyway,
But what I do remember is how I cared for you,
Regardless of the struggles and everything I was going through,
Growing through that mess wasn't easy, but it's brought me to a better place,
I will always care about you, and that's one thing that will never change.....
In Zoom
In Zoom you’re so far away
In Zoom I don’t know what to say
You lower your eyes and shift in your seat
I shudder from my shoulders to my feet
In Zoom the world’s upside down
In Zoom you smile hides your frown
And I wonder if you’re going out tonight
The city lights are shining, so very bright
Then the internet is goes off
Time with you is not enough
Suddenly alone in the gloom
All alone in this empty room.
Next day.
I wait but you just didn’t show
I watch as my insecurities grow
Can’t concentrate till we speak again
Love transforms into a physical pain.
In Zoom the screen is jet black
In Zoom you’re never coming back
In Zoom, my heart was broken online.
In Zoom, the screen becomes a shrine.
David Cox 03/08/23
I cut myself last night
Playing with broken glass
Trying to make myself whole again
To see from a different angle
Staring in the rearview mirror
Driving in reverse, trying to go forward
Looking to soothe doubt
By touching the void
Indulging insecurities
The cold comfort of fear
Testing my honesty
Waiting for the axe to fall
But you held onto me
That scared little boy no-one liked
Pulled him in close
Let him cry
Lifting us out of the tailspin
With your gentle heart
Telling your own story
Showing your fears
Another layer around us
As we get deeper
Stronger together
Safer in our love
Among the smiles and laughter
Stories and incidents echo
Ice drinks as icebreakers
Singing songs in falsetto
Found the noise unreasonably calm
Inside wars took a sudden halt
Shedding away pieces of joy
Numb mind pondering who's at fault
Insecurities floating on top
The crowd became an excuse to stop
Music to ears felt indifferent
Life's elements lost its coherence
Stress and anxiety surrounds by
Fast moving lifestyle with hue and cry
Seeking When all this will pause
When heart takes the charge and mind withdraws
Thoughts are contained for a second
Inner peace is felt and reckoned
Manifest self love and shed the strain
It is not worth to let urself go in vain