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Sean sutton Jul 2018
Staring into darkness
Like its my light
Turning my back
And walking to the abyss
Its turning to night

Staring into light
Only to be blinded
By what could have been
Losing all my might
Not to be mended

Cracks in the sky
Lets my problems
Slip through with ease
Never stoping the flow
Yes, I heard your apology
You foolish, foolish kid
Don't you know the best apology
Is one you never have to give
Sean sutton Mar 2018
Watching the clouds
As they roll on by
Over the mountain mounds
Poking the sky

The cool spring breeze
On the unkempt grass
Hopeing the sky didn’t freeze
Then breaking like fragile glass

Here comes dawn
Running up on me
Bringing its harsh light
The sunshine shining bright

The sun gibeing at me
Taunting me with jeers
Like from my peers
Across the big sea

My mind escapes me
And let’s me get away
There’s nothing to say
So leave me be

Swallowed by my fears
All to the last drop
With their stupid leers
Waiting for me to pop

But as I lay here
I can see from my field
My precious people cheer
These people are my shield

My matra, my time
My precious rhyme
Life force dwindling
But I’m still here
Hearing their cheer

My motivation for life is staring at the clouds
Watching as they roll on by
Cause one day I’ll be there to
Looking down on you

My time has come
For me to say farewell
May the clouds be with you
As you adieu

Say goodbye to your worries
And to your wants
Cause we’ll be like birdies
Flying away from their taunts
I’m not leaving this website, just leaving all my worries and wants behind for my new life.
Sean sutton Feb 2018
Bye
Watching as she left
She said bye
Walked out the door
Looking at the sky

She got in her car
Staring at me
She looked like a star
Wanting to be

Pulling out of the driveway
In her red Ferrari
Diving into the highway
Leaving me be

Later that evening
Getting a call
Im sitting here screaming
My back hit the wall

Pronounced dead
Like a fish out of water
Laying on her deathbed
She was slaughtered

She never said
See you later
Now she’s dead
Deader then a hater.
Sean sutton Feb 2018
Watching as they run and hide
Staring at his wooden fence
Waiting for the time to abide
Hopeing he was dense

Holding sacks filled to the brim
With there cheeky smile
This is starting to look grim
I was hoping they wait awhile

I stared with despair
As they dropped the bag
Seemed like everything  left me,
even the air.
Sean sutton Feb 2018
Staring at a little dot
Still as it can be
Being controlled like a bot
Let me be me

Help me get away
From this evil curse
Cause every time I try
It only gets worse

Looking for the light of day
Never to be found
Always staring at this dot
Never getting away
  Jan 2018 Sean sutton
Maya Angelou
Men
When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
******* of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

Maybe.
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