davidhutton - Hello Poetry

davidhutton

35/M/Edinburgh Very, Very Short Poems.

First there was stillness steadily tension. Eyes target me with an obsession. An impact with might, Profanity I incite. This mirror reflects no perfection.

Feb 5, 2024

Feb 5, 2024 at 5:15 PM UTC

Ugly

First there was stillness steadily tension. Eyes target me with an obsession. An impact with might, Profanity I incite. This mirror reflects no perfection.

You see my flesh, you see my colour. Painted by my father and mother. I'm not your picture, to be viewed for pleasure. Beneath this skin there's a lot to uncover.

Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC

Beneath this Skin

You see my flesh, you see my colour. Painted by my father and mother. I'm not your picture, to be viewed for pleasure. Beneath this skin there's a lot to uncover.

You were overzealous, had me concealed. You tried to care, you thought you were my shield. You created this storm-cloud, Always angry and loud. You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.

Jan 12, 2020

Jan 12, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC

A Toxic Affair

You were overzealous, had me concealed. You tried to care, you thought you were my shield. You created this storm-cloud, Always angry and loud. You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.

He stands there with a passive regard. The silence mirrors that of a graveyard. In front of a lit door, enters the wintry air. Extends his arm, welcomingly unbarred.

Dec 15, 2019

Dec 15, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC

The Otherside

He stands there with a passive regard. The silence mirrors that of a graveyard. In front of a lit door, enters the wintry air. Extends his arm, welcomingly unbarred.

Black ties, collar shirts, a sea of black hair. All operate the same, nothing is rare. A heap of bleak faces, holding briefcases. Forming thoughts like a system software.

Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC

Sararīman

Black ties, collar shirts, a sea of black hair. All operate the same, nothing is rare. A heap of bleak faces, holding briefcases. Forming thoughts like a system software.

Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing a crown. Othertimes I feel like I want to shutdown. Give me what I need, that special kind of seed. The one where I get lost and can't be found.

Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC

Special Seed

Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing a crown. Othertimes I feel like I want to shutdown. Give me what I need, that special kind of seed. The one where I get lost and can't be found.

Affection for you I can't undo, Adhered to you like a tattoo. I'm a substitute, I know. Hard for me to let-go. Painful to dry the ink you dipped into.

Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC

The Fling

Affection for you I can't undo, Adhered to you like a tattoo. I'm a substitute, I know. Hard for me to let-go. Painful to dry the ink you dipped into.

The deceased piling up in battle, Enough blood to fill more than one barrel. Crows pillage the scene, Nibbling on their cuisine. From a distance you can hear them cackle.

Mar 15, 2019

Mar 15, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC

The Apotheosis of War

The deceased piling up in battle, Enough blood to fill more than one barrel. Crows pillage the scene, Nibbling on their cuisine. From a distance you can hear them cackle.

It was hard for you to say "Goodbye", Easy for you to turn a blind eye. Things we did together, Things you didn't treasure. Our time as one was a fateful demise.

Dec 17, 2018

Dec 17, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

The End of the Affair

It was hard for you to say "Goodbye", Easy for you to turn a blind eye. Things we did together, Things you didn't treasure. Our time as one was a fateful demise.

It has been there for days, wasting away. Bugs are summoned by the smell of decay. Furry growth in a moist state, Flies regurgitate. Buzz, buzz, buzz all over the Charolais.

Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

Abattoir

It has been there for days, wasting away. Bugs are summoned by the smell of decay. Furry growth in a moist state, Flies regurgitate. Buzz, buzz, buzz all over the Charolais.