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Aa Harvey May 2018
No reflection of you in me.


Clothes as black as pitch; hair dark as night.
In fear you find me, ******, alive.
Quick of ***** thoughts, hidden from your sight;
You do not like us, but we don’t mind.


You hate us for our individuality,
Because you yourself lack your own clarity.
We live in the shadows;
The sunlight is our enemy.
Beneath a moon is where we belong;
The lost children of an Eden long since gone.


With palest skin and blackened eyes,
We cherish the fear we cause; we love being despised.
With cloaks dragging behind us, we sharpen our fangs;
Our nails are nine inches, our songs only for the ******.


Your rainbow has lost its colour;
Rain washes away all your suns
And in the end we are your nemesis,
Because we are having so much fun.


Go follow their path; we shall lurch along through this dead garden.
We are bitter on the outside; our love is pure, your love purely stolen.
Forget forget-me-nots and leave the carcass there to rot.
We have fire in our veins.  We are found; you are lost.


In the Devil’s eyes we are immortalized;
You have no right to have any kind of effect on my life.
Stay away from us or become covered in words drenched in filth;
You keep putting us down, but we are standing still.


We stand alone and think like a colony;
We defy your social etiquette and your idea of society.
Do what you have been taught;
Follow footsteps, learn to walk.
You are so quick to pass judgment,
Whilst clearly knowing nothing at all.


With witches and vampires we make a connection;
No reflection,
No reflection,
No reflection,
No reflection.


You see no reflection when you look into my eyes;
No part of you to relate to, no illusion of paradise.
No morning glory; no have a nice day.
We are worthless; we are depressing; we are miserable…
So you say.


I will say what I mean, without needing to be mean.
Do you understand what I mean, when I tell you, you are so clean?
You say I am worthless, but you are nothing.
A scream in the night lets you know you we are singing.
Give me a ***** riff, run a nail down a window;
In the end we all have to go,
So let go of your ego.


There is no reflection of you inside of me.
There is no reflection of me inside of you.
There is no reflection of the light that you seek,
Because you cannot see the real me and you are see through.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Antony Glaser May 2018
i like to kick the autumn leaves
they crample neath my shoes
as i take a drag on my Marlboro lite.
I'm that brazen girl with a with beige jacket
and fanfair of lovers names unrequited.
I would rather
be a
wanderer
a belongerer
to no body
to no country
a loose end


than to bob
eagerly
at every tug
of the yarn's
end
whose
wound-up
mass
amasses me
a wriggled up
ball of
wriggles


I would rather
be alone
than
scooped up
in a basket
with others
of my
supposed
ilk
and held in
by the
over-under
wicker
edges
domed up
for containment


ominous
clicks and
scrapes
of my
destiny
clattering
and chattering
above


fraying
frizzled
frazzled bits
smoothing out
as my length
is tugged
up and up
like a long
slurpy
noodle


I would rather
be loose
and scrappy
and stumpy
and ragged
the one that
nobody loves
the discarded
refuse of a
more discerning
eye


than be made
surreptitiously
into somebody
else's
jumper




© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
Sometimes it's better to be alone than to be in bad company. Sometimes it's better to be independent than to be dependent on the wrong thing.
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