head in the clouds.

with your
smile 
as you sit at your pew
teeth grinding down
—miscarriages of truth—
prayer warriors holding torches
mirrored light against the night
is a blindfold
faith
is beautiful and worthwhile
reality
—more than what it seems—
what goes on inside church walls
is clearly
supposed to be recognized by you
propaganda is not
an issue here
so we always avoid
brainrot and clickbait news cycles
equipped with
common sense
understanding
the taxpayers are not
rich people
so why do we keep funding
the unhoused and hungry
and forget
they eat your vote
these villains laugh as
they sit around and live off the rest of us
only powerful men—
police—there to protect and serve
the community on your street
laws are only enforced against
criminals
so the public elects
good border agents
there are no
peaceful protestors
no, don’t think about those
rubber bullets
for compliance and submission
tools
priests are
a moral compass and guide
forgiveness and empathy—
steering you away from
temptation and greed
the goal is simple—
love
the Bible is not
read bottom to top
and
line by line
turn these words around
Before the bad thing happens,

Short Fiction, Poetry, and Other

      
      
      

Short Fiction:
#threewordscarystories - Twitter Trends
spots of the earth had sunken in
An Odd Osment Moment - Twitter
The King of Azkaban - a fan fiction
Craftsmanship, Overpacking, & NL Terry
Ghosts and Giants- a fan fiction

Poetry and song:

head in the clouds.
Sea Lampreys - Comedic Poem & Song, YT
Eclipse - YT
The Other Night
Caterpillars of the Commonwealth
thoughts, like jellyfish
Dime a Dozen - YT
it surrounds and binds us all - YT 
grip - Tumblr
Jan&Feb(so far)
Shimmer Vertigollo


Other stuff:
My Sketches, a collection of drawings - Tumblr, Updated Frequently
These Sidewalks Are Suicide, a rock album
My Paintings, a collection of snapshots
Flexible Figure, a comic
The Squid Lady, a painting
Stage Cross, a painting

Best-of Collections:
Part 1 - Azkaban, Praying Mantis, Smash Brothers


All works (including writings, drawings, and photography) by David Harrison Aye unless otherwise noted. Thank you for the support!

/____________.

I am

is a powerful statement, right?
Declaring who/what you are.

Period. Air tight.

____________.
Label.

I suppose creating yourself

is a better way, right?

I am ____________.

for/against

status

day

/

night

title

here/there

long hair

when to care

I am the authority on me

I will be

I can be

whatever I say

____________.

I am a man.

I’m not perfect but I try hard

wherever I can.

I am an artist,

a writer,

long hair

an autumn spirit

a run-on sentence.

I tend to hear it

said I’m I’m

Air tight.

I’m letting myself go

/____________.

But, no,

you’re right

Shimmer Vertigollo, a poem by Harrison Aye

.

Shimmer vertigollo,

wavestaking vibrato,

pulsing tan texture paint

like a drop, dripping pool

refract, loosen.

A man who sees the rattlebreaks and expandifuls

reach into the wall and

shimmer

.

I remember the police officers parked in the cornfield nearby. The lights flashed on and I thought I never thought out the way in which this would end. I just wanted to stop and look out—connect the speckles above the country road. The city never turned off to allow shows like these, and the moon could never be full during the threeseason rain. I was told to go but I kept you anyway and the night only got dimmer.

.

g.g.glisten now,

hear the sombr.ro dusting

kicked around, circuline dancers

str.tch the allmatter,

a curling fingervine.

Makes me tremble, boggle

collapse or t.mble.

Gets me out, makes me

sav.ry makes me

shimmer

.

I remember morning moaning and meandering calltalks. I got put off for everything I didn’t want anymore anyway in any stretch of this slippery string of thought. I just wanted to be normal; I wanted the glass teardrop eyeliner streaks down the sides of your faces. I wanted to see your cheeks wet with glass sadness. I wanted you to shatter.

.

I see now

wheedle carrymores.

High stakes.and frost on flakes,

barrels fall.ng d.wn the hill

tr.pw.re casanova

Shatters against the iron walls of indifference.

breaks .gainst th. heritic lyric

toenail cracks on the

shimmer

.

I remember the parsed way you told me about love. How four letters shrunk to three: L. U. V. Like popsicle sticks in the craftiverse, towering planets and plants, and the folding arms that made me shiver. All the lip I can bite but nothing does. The whispering man hears me alone and his smile makes me flutter, makes me quiver.

.

.tav. off t.. bow,

.u.cl.ng .o.al.n..

.k.pt.cal, tact.cal

l.k. a block, blown to b.t.

fo..at.on. .ad.al, t.u.t

.. now

t.u.t.ng .ow

T.t....d to you. f..t and

b.auty boundca.t .ak.. ..

......

.

I remember the feeling of not knowing not caring. I couldn’t move for width or word whichever way I went I did. I lost my balance, and with it my perspective. I touched the wall at nights and felt the high gloss tan apartment paint and pushed through it so hard so very hard. I felt the marble benches and told her what I had read. I walked through the springtime rain and walked through the sounding paths against the scaly rails. I watched the water watched the speckled night and hoped someday they’d shimmer.

.

Jan&Feb(so far)

I want to live a weird life. Dye my hair blue and own a bowie knife.
Jan
1 project
2 boxes
3 scenes
4 weirdos
5 jacket
6 tent
7 Kart
8 complete
9 Powerball
10 cry
11 memory
12 stressful
13 Worm
14 debate
15 Spinal
I want to write novels and drink fancy coffee. Dye my hair blue and whisper secrets softly.
16 Knight
17 singing
18 POV
19 tried
20 SNOW
21 ambulance
22 harness
23 dustyflaps
24 Express
25 sent
26 fantastic
27 SURPRISE
28 note
29 over
30 replaying
31 lazy
I want to hop on a train and live inside. Dye my hair blue and collect railroad spikes.
Feb (so far)
1 Obviously
2 ERROR
3 reopened
4 Thorn
5"joking"
6 Server
7 lacking
8 math
9 permanently
10 dull
11 chocolates
12 rival
13 obsessing
14 taxes
15 hairclip
I want to get lost in a city subway. Dye my hair blue and crash where I lay.
16 coffee
17 period
18 PAID
19 reason
20 myth
21 waste
22 unscripted
23 stimulated
24 read
25 complex
26 Weird
27 Luna
28 plans
I want to toss you in a river. Dye my hair blue and watch the greenlights shimmer on the surface.

I typed this out as soon as I woke up

Last night I dreamt that there was a huge car accident. Spots of the Earth had sunken in and the cars were toppled over inside of these craters. Cars were slammed onto the sides of buildings. Figures and limbs everywhere and the red ink--

I was with the cops, walking through, trying to find my new apartment. I opened the door and I was back in Seattle. A huge apartment, spacy and empty. There was a bed the size of a swimming pool but I didn't want to sleep in it because I was afraid of being alone and getting lost. Also, it was by the window and I was afraid that a car might slam through it. So, I locked all the windows. 

Empty, the house was so empty and then I needed to take my car and get out. I had to meet the ghost at the restaurant. I could only turn left and I drove a broken square out and out, spiraling until I found the place. It had red brick shutters and the music was like if you could play a woman's scream on a violin.

I saw the blood soaked bedsheets of the ghost and then I knew why the craters sank and why the apartment was so big and empty and I woke up.

It Surrounds And Binds Us All, a poem by Harrison Aye

The Poem:
it's the rift from which you came,
it surrounds and binds us all,
it's a drink from the plainer cup,
it's embodied ecstasy.
...life.

it's the bridge from which you came,
it surrounds and binds us all,
it's the taste of sweat and soil,
it has the air of ecstasy.
...love.




This was a poem I wrote a long time ago while getting over someone I loved. I won't say that I still feel the same way as when I wrote it, but I came upon the recorded sung version and decided to make a video out of it. It obviously compares the essence of life to that of love, the similarities and differences. The shared experiences. The way that love and create life, and life creates love.

I always loved the phrase, "it surrounds and binds us all." It's sort of a force/power/magical thought, but also very down to earth. Love is everywhere; life is everywhere.

Dime A Dozen, a poem

We're all just like candles,
we sit on the tables,
we light up,
we burn down,
we die.
We're all paranoid, yes,
we're all just pretending,
we're all just a grain in the rye.
We all need to rise up again, to seek what
we all need to keep in our minds. Forever
we learn or forever doth bring.
We're all for each other or no one at all.
We're dime a dozen.

Song Version
(written by me, performed with Brian Wood and Scott Weber)

oxyborb · Dime a Dozen

Sea Lampreys, a Comedic Poem by Harrison Aye in Collaboration with Clayton Sanders

Chordata, subphylum vertebrata,
class cyclostomata,
are the sea lampreys.
A protective slime layer
allows the fish to swim.
I wish I had an air bladder
to have buoyancy.
The operculum
covers my fish's gills.
Over 30 K inhabit the world.
The lateral line is the fishs sense organ.
They have an interior spiny dorsal fin

10,000 species cant be wrong

FISH!!!!!!!!

A protective slime layer
allows the fish to swim.
I wish I had an air bladder
to have buoyancy.
The operculum
covers my fish's gills.
Over 30 K inhabit the world.
The lateral line is the fishs sense organ.
They have an interior spiny dorsal fin.
Some have an adipose fin,
And a caudal fin,
a pectoral fin,
and an anal fin

sandworms, leeches, earthworms, polygordius

Credits: Video and music by Harrison Aye, vocals and lyrics by Clayton Sanders and Harrison Aye together, and drums performed by Brian Wood. This song can be purchased for a buck: http://gum.co/fishsong



Notes: I wrote this song in high school, so don't judge it too hardly. My biology teacher told us to, "Do anything you want with fish for credit." He basically implied that we should all draw a picture of a fish and turn it in, but me and my friend wrote this song instead. The class was in shock as we played it in front of them, totally overdoing what should have been a simple project. I shot the video while I lived in Seattle. It's a tour of the famous Pike Place Fish Market. One last thing, I wrote this in high school; I don't actually know if the lyrics are accurate to the actual science, and I reckon I got some things wrong.

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Eclipse, A Poem By Harrison Aye

Eclipse by Harrison Aye

My kind of women doesn't need anyone,
it seems she'll wrap you 'round her pinkie while she dials with her thumb.
She'll step into the elevator without word from her mouth,
but let the door fully open before thinking of stepping out.

Can you read minds?
cause you're never around, (because you're never around)
except for these moments,
impetuous passerby,
from the corner of my eye.

You can eclipse most anything,
and set all the ocean's waves offbeat,
but this is no dissonant haiku,
I'm looking at the sky tonight,
Are you?

Your kind of face is just too hard to miss,
you've got a phasing cat smile,
and a strawberry kiss.
Your strut's illuminated,
only comes out at night.
Your paradox can put out the sun,
and bring out the brightest light.

Can you read minds?
cause you're never around,
except for these moments,
impetuous passerby,
from the corner of my eye.

You can eclipse most anything,
and set all the ocean's waves offbeat,
but this is no dissonant haiku,
I'm looking at the sky tonight,
Are you?

I enjoy rotation on this Earth,
but sometimes I wish I'd fall up into the sky.
When our paths cross I'd dream that you'd turn back toward me.
No, I wish that you'd turn back
with me.

I must find out if you read minds or eyes,
do you have that potential?
and what you think when you read mine.
Am I the passerby,
from the corner of your eye?
You can eclipse most anything,
and set all the ocean's waves offbeat,
but this is no dissonant haiku,
I'm looking at the sky tonight,
Are you?

Credits: Video, lyrics, music by Harrison Aye, guitar performed by Brian Wood, and drums performed by Scott Weber. This song can be purchased for a buck: http://gum.co/cCfOI

Notes: I wrote this poem because I kept crossing paths with this girl on my college's campus. I think I had love-at-first-sight, because everything she would walk by, I would be frozen with that tingly feeling. Some days, I would set out with nerve and the intention to finally talk with her, but I never saw her on those days. No, it seemed like she only ever walked by when I was least expecting it. I was never prepared, although, I did end up talking to her a few times. She started dating a friend of mine, though, but I never stopped having my secret crush for her. She was totally out of my league, anyway.

I was in several bands throughout my life, and usually any poetry I wrote would eventually be turned into a song. The video is a recording of that song, performed by some awesome area musicians, one of which leads an awesome band called LuxPerSono (https://www.facebook.com/luxpersono). I took the video at PAX Prime while I lived in Seattle. It is distorted mainly because I took the footage on my 3DS, but I find the low-quality perfect for a lyric video like this.

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