manuel-hutchinson-iii - Hello Poetry

I’m just a , Poet with a speech impediment. My pain is deep, So misunderstood, Evicted out to the streets, So lost in the wind, my speech is my trigger, trying to find a way to learn, within gods blessings, another hard headed lesson, every day spiritual warfare, gotta ask god to protect us .. im just a poet with a speech impediment ..

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Oct 7, 2024

Oct 7, 2024 at 5:27 PM UTC

POET WITH A SPEECH IMPEDIMENT

I’m just a , Poet with a speech impediment. My pain is deep, So misunderstood, Evicted out to the streets, So lost in the wind, my speech is my trigger, trying to find a way to learn, within gods blessings, another hard headed lesson, every day spiritual warfare, gotta ask god to protect us .. im just a poet with a speech impediment ..

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By: Manuel Hutchinson and Glenn Currier Politics on a Facebook page Replied with such rage I sat in shock for we’d held her at baptism kept her overnight tucked her in like good godparents do all the tender moments we knew but now a pinch in my soul my heart’s racing pace felt like a flight from grace. I didn’t expect the monster to rise. The taste of bell flowers is so sweet, Even the devil smiled at me. He caught my soul asleep, As he picked up the double edge sword. I should have never turned my back that day, I made a commit to walk on heaven’s grace. But chains on my feet prevented me to walk towards faith. I’m living with my eyes closed, Is this what happens when you embrace the pain?! Rolling along Singing a song it felt so good to be high in joy not since I was a little boy was the air so free but then the email dripping with sarcasm cut me deep with its slice of sad like dad used to do when he was mad. I thought I’d forgiven the cuts but now I’m in their clutch the cape of this demon covers me I’m bound in anger without a key I got the whole wide world, in his hands I got the whole wide world, in his hands. I got his tears weeping in my hands. I finally understood Vengeance doesn't make you a man. Now I reaped what I sow, Loved how he burned my soul. He said is it to late to confess my sins? "God let me be free! I'll never meet Lucifer again" The truth is unfortunate, Because only the creatures of my past life answered him. sins of a little boy clipping the wings of toys was the joy watched angels descend they never knew I was the one who poured that bleach at her baptism. this is only one monster under my bed. All my life, I never chose to open my eyes When I did, I saw the devil As he came for his Revenge.

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC

Revenge

By: Manuel Hutchinson and Glenn Currier Politics on a Facebook page Replied with such rage I sat in shock for we’d held her at baptism kept her overnight tucked her in like good godparents do all the tender moments we knew but now a pinch in my soul my heart’s racing pace felt like a flight from grace. I didn’t expect the monster to rise. The taste of bell flowers is so sweet, Even the devil smiled at me. He caught my soul asleep, As he picked up the double edge sword. I should have never turned my back that day, I made a commit to walk on heaven’s grace. But chains on my feet prevented me to walk towards faith. I’m living with my eyes closed, Is this what happens when you embrace the pain?! Rolling along Singing a song it felt so good to be high in joy not since I was a little boy was the air so free but then the email dripping with sarcasm cut me deep with its slice of sad like dad used to do when he was mad. I thought I’d forgiven the cuts but now I’m in their clutch the cape of this demon covers me I’m bound in anger without a key I got the whole wide world, in his hands I got the whole wide world, in his hands. I got his tears weeping in my hands. I finally understood Vengeance doesn't make you a man. Now I reaped what I sow, Loved how he burned my soul. He said is it to late to confess my sins? "God let me be free! I'll never meet Lucifer again" The truth is unfortunate, Because only the creatures of my past life answered him. sins of a little boy clipping the wings of toys was the joy watched angels descend they never knew I was the one who poured that bleach at her baptism. this is only one monster under my bed. All my life, I never chose to open my eyes When I did, I saw the devil As he came for his Revenge.

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what a kind word he said. made a bullet rupture my liver. my skull cracked in two. It all started with I love you, And I love you too. If you would of told me this was wrong, I would of told you this is right. I looked into his eyes that night He told me he would never let me go. By his side I felt safe, They say love is blind, I say never judge a man, You will never know what you may find. Ravens, Doves, and a Cross. Watch the truth unfold. From that day on, He captured my soul. Now there I lay with my eyes closed Watching myself, dead. In disgust Not because I wasn't moving, but because I wasn't moving on up. To the sky. Now I finally understood, I was deeply in love with the devil in disguise.. And to think it took 7 read texts, 3 missed calls for him to find me. teardrops fell to my face as he placed his hands on my neck. They didn't tell me love is this powerful. " I want to be with you forever " Words I will always dread. He wanted to be black and blue, just like me so he put the gun to his head. Even though I was born innocent The gunsmoke filled my spirit. Blinded me, is what came from the sky Whispered a soft lullaby... God if you gave me one more chance, To turn back time, I would take everything back that night. When I looked into his eyes. Please hear my cry. I never knew these words had so much power, I pray that you equip me with strength, I know I ain't your best child My hands are too close to the fire. I'm still learning how to keep faith So please shield my heart with your armor. Forgive me for I have sinned, I didn't listen to the clear signs All I want is one more chance to do it right.... And here I breathe, A brand new life. ©MH

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC

Answer My Call (Full Story)

what a kind word he said. made a bullet rupture my liver. my skull cracked in two. It all started with I love you, And I love you too. If you would of told me this was wrong, I would of told you this is right. I looked into his eyes that night He told me he would never let me go. By his side I felt safe, They say love is blind, I say never judge a man, You will never know what you may find. Ravens, Doves, and a Cross. Watch the truth unfold. From that day on, He captured my soul. Now there I lay with my eyes closed Watching myself, dead. In disgust Not because I wasn't moving, but because I wasn't moving on up. To the sky. Now I finally understood, I was deeply in love with the devil in disguise.. And to think it took 7 read texts, 3 missed calls for him to find me. teardrops fell to my face as he placed his hands on my neck. They didn't tell me love is this powerful. " I want to be with you forever " Words I will always dread. He wanted to be black and blue, just like me so he put the gun to his head. Even though I was born innocent The gunsmoke filled my spirit. Blinded me, is what came from the sky Whispered a soft lullaby... God if you gave me one more chance, To turn back time, I would take everything back that night. When I looked into his eyes. Please hear my cry. I never knew these words had so much power, I pray that you equip me with strength, I know I ain't your best child My hands are too close to the fire. I'm still learning how to keep faith So please shield my heart with your armor. Forgive me for I have sinned, I didn't listen to the clear signs All I want is one more chance to do it right.... And here I breathe, A brand new life. ©MH

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This is my 10th time, Looking myself in the mirror. (Sigh) It's a shame to say, My reflection just get's blurrier. Yesterday, I saw an image. Everything was so foggy... I couldn't tell if it was me, Or the Devil. My eyes were indeed blood-shot red, Mom used'ta tell me, "Don't ever hide monster's under the bed!" I finally understood, What she meant. ©MH

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Apr 27, 2019

Apr 27, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC

A Boy's Cry.

This is my 10th time, Looking myself in the mirror. (Sigh) It's a shame to say, My reflection just get's blurrier. Yesterday, I saw an image. Everything was so foggy... I couldn't tell if it was me, Or the Devil. My eyes were indeed blood-shot red, Mom used'ta tell me, "Don't ever hide monster's under the bed!" I finally understood, What she meant. ©MH

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We are the underground poets of the universe. We write to ease our pain from our own shadow, We clothe our flesh, feelings & emotions into written sins, Mask our aspirations to repent, Dreams may be unholy, yet it is the highest liberation. Over generalized written statement, Signed. ©MH

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC

US (POETS)

We are the underground poets of the universe. We write to ease our pain from our own shadow, We clothe our flesh, feelings & emotions into written sins, Mask our aspirations to repent, Dreams may be unholy, yet it is the highest liberation. Over generalized written statement, Signed. ©MH

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Sweet Liberation! A word to listen to. God told me, Wisdom. Can only be plucked from his apple tree. ©MH

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC

Understanding.

Sweet Liberation! A word to listen to. God told me, Wisdom. Can only be plucked from his apple tree. ©MH

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Love became just a stranger to me, I came home one night, And all of my belongings has disappeared, Mysteriously. I never knew, silence could be your worst enemy. A newcomer to this type of pain, I will never look at another visitor the same. Again. Yet, this slithery, silent, serpent still creeps.. Clutching on my throne.. I'm praying to hear God's voice.. But the echo of a closed mouth Is too profound. I never thought love, would make stranger in my home. This is the lonely life of being alone. ©MH

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC

There Is A Stranger In My Home

Love became just a stranger to me, I came home one night, And all of my belongings has disappeared, Mysteriously. I never knew, silence could be your worst enemy. A newcomer to this type of pain, I will never look at another visitor the same. Again. Yet, this slithery, silent, serpent still creeps.. Clutching on my throne.. I'm praying to hear God's voice.. But the echo of a closed mouth Is too profound. I never thought love, would make stranger in my home. This is the lonely life of being alone. ©MH

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC

All I needed is a hug.

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I remember my first 1,062 words, Every syllable written with an sketch of my pain, I remember the days Where "words" helped me ease the pain. in this sentence I can't complain. I owe it all to the lines L I E The truth into somewhat, Only POETRY understands.. How it made me a man. If poetry was your mouth piece What would you stand Foe? RAISE UP YOUR FIST, OR SHALL I SAY! YOUR PEN! EMPOWER THESE YOUNG, INSPIRING, INTELLIGENT WRITERS Age does not mix between the lines. Write. Write. WRITE. -Words are powerful, don't stop writing. ©MH

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC

1K

I remember my first 1,062 words, Every syllable written with an sketch of my pain, I remember the days Where "words" helped me ease the pain. in this sentence I can't complain. I owe it all to the lines L I E The truth into somewhat, Only POETRY understands.. How it made me a man. If poetry was your mouth piece What would you stand Foe? RAISE UP YOUR FIST, OR SHALL I SAY! YOUR PEN! EMPOWER THESE YOUNG, INSPIRING, INTELLIGENT WRITERS Age does not mix between the lines. Write. Write. WRITE. -Words are powerful, don't stop writing. ©MH

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God gave me a broken hand, Reality is a paradox, SEARCHING for a way Out the box. -Until then, I'll be sleep walking Through the matrix. ©MH

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC

Show Me A Sign

God gave me a broken hand, Reality is a paradox, SEARCHING for a way Out the box. -Until then, I'll be sleep walking Through the matrix. ©MH

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