Poetry, Prose and other thoughts

The poems below can also be found at Purple Monsters where they were originally posted. Most of these poems where written when I was in high school. None were written after 1998. Links to audio files are included for those who wish to hear the poems read.

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Born On Crutches

When many people look at me
I know what some of them tend to see
Born on crutches that I am
Born on crutches, not like them.
What they see in me is pain
And sometimes sadness too
They are sorry I cannot do
Things that they do everyday
Born on crutches that I am.
Born on crutches, not like them.

Born on crutches that I am.
Born on crutches not like them.
But what those people tend to see
Really is not truly me.
The pain and sadness that they feel
Isn't really mine.
Born on crutches that I am
But pain and sadness belong to them.

Unseen Spectator

I am the unseen spectator
Sitting on a bench
I sit in the corner on a bench
I sit in the corner pushed out
of the way
and in the corner I will stay
quiet and lonely and out of the way
for I am the lonely spectator
sitting on a bench


I am the unseen spectator
Sitting on the bench
I sit in the corner on a bench
I sit and watch other people
run and jump and laugh and play
but in the corner I will stay
quiet and lonely and out of the way
for I am the lonely spectator
sitting on a bench.

Deep Wounds, Quiet House


At night when it is calm, and quiet and all the lights in
my house are out, just before I drift off to sleep I wonder...
I wonder about about my past, the good times and the bad.
Sometimes when it is quiet my defenses callapse and the pains
and sadnesses of my life, and the agony I feel because the
lack of understanding of other people overwhelm me, as I
begin to cry.
Not the silent cry that happens deep down inside everytime
someone laughs, or points a finger, or stares at me funny.
But a cry that stems from the pain and sadness I all to often
feel, but can rarely stand to share. It is a cry amplified
by the quiet night, but muffled by the fear that someone
else might come and hear.
So even then...when I am all alone I struggle not to cry
and at this time I miserably fail...
no matter how hard I try.

Please

Love
Love all
Love all me

See
See all
See all me

Forgive
Forgive me
Forgive me all

Hold
Hold all
Hold all me

Love
Love me
Love me all

Ramona Harvey

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