There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…

Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…

The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…

There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*
~

in those distant days, i said i never wanted to puff a single cigarette; i never wanted to put any dangerous substances in my system that would compel me to ask for it over and over again. you might be getting high off them, but the thought of they’d harm me—consume me little by little, gradually, until there’s nothing left with me but addiction and dependency is dreadful to me.

it all changed after you decided to break my heart.

now, i don’t care if i harm myself with cigarettes or any dangerous substances. i’m not afraid. because i survived you. you and your love are more harmful. the apocalyptic moment when we pressed our lips together, you also ****** the soul out of my body, leaving me a little to none of myself; you crept inside of me, savoring my vulnerability—they're even more harmful and addictive and euphoric than cigarettes or any dangerous substances could do to our bodies. yet i still survive, although i'm trembling every now and then with some pieces of you and me left in my grasp.

I am not a follower
In any shape or form~
I chose not one religion
I wake to my own dawn~

There is but one reason upon this earth
This life is a school we learn untill we'er done~
And I follow my own sense of reality
Have done since I begun~

I am not a real good joiner
Not another sheep within a pen~
I practice all my own values
Have done since I don't know when~

I don't need their ten commandments
If you are a good soul you only need but one~
Simply always strive to be a good person
And the rest is from then done~

He never had or used fine churches
I learned sitting beneath a tree~
And treated all simply as if the same
Made common sense to me~

I knew from a glance where they had been
And what life they'd lived mostly as well~
I don't need lectures from my equals
One glance at most and I could tell~

My fathers values live within me
Dad proved it often there and then~
Said we were all come from the same place
We all have been before since time began~

Telethapy was once a thing I inherited
We all could use the longest time ago~
But because no one could tell a lie
Time soon changed that it's so~

I walk my own path and I insisted
That I walk it till my dying day~
Won't do anyone a bad turn
If they don't to course harm or go out of their way~

I can see and I know much of this life
That has not even today actually got a price~
One cannot buy it in a shop or steal it
Or keep it at home on ice~

Everyone has the gift that was given
But few they use it true~
For it's not worth anything to anyone in money
But it's worth the world and way more to you~

Time has diluted most things of value
Rewriting all that was ever said~
Hardly anything these days remain
As was written once then to be read~

Lost in mass opinions and as if bibles
Translations of the original scroll~
words do not mean what they once did
Not since the oldest days of old~

Theres oceans of deliberate confusion
Still fill our world even today~
And yet many still profess to know
That they alone they know the way~

Simplicity is my own personal view
So easy a child knows better still~
If children ran the world today
We'd have peace upon earth at will~

But I am not a follower
Or a joiner of any kind~
I walk to my own set of rules
My inner vision from within far from blind~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

I remember when I could sing
unafraid of how I sound.
I remember when I could fly
unafraid of the hard ground.

I remember when I could walk
unafraid of where'd I go.
I remember when I could speak up
unafraid of the word "no."

I remember when I could dream
unafraid of the real truth.
I remember when I was a little girl
filled with innocent youth.

Do not wait
for someone
to offer you
their world.
Remember,
you have your own.