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Gifted



It felt more important to have a darling and children
Than to live a story.
We have vignettes
of love and work and study.

I tried hard to be good.
I had to make up for the gifts that god, the fairies, or genetics did not give me.

What is certainly true except vignettes?
You my love have been compassionate and brave.

I think the names
Of love, courage, compassion, diligence, honour,
and some others as if they were gods.



Paul Anthony Hutchinson
wow.paulanthonyhutchinson.com

Copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
 Jul 2015 Morgan
Anon C
Phantom
 Jul 2015 Morgan
Anon C
you fooled me with your eyes
you snuck into my dreams
ensuring my demise
poisoning my mind

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

my thoughts are poison veins
your memory is my pain
you've never even seen me
though you haunt my every move

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

I'm left paralyzed
ensuring my demise
you snuck into my dreams
and fooled me with your eyes
You knew they all laughed at me when I wrote ' locked and padded'
volumes one to three,
but they never realised it was life and death to me
they thought it was just more of ' that poetry'.

In deep despair
I take a rope and the easy chair,
balanced on the second stair
I jump.
bump.
Wasn't high enough for the final bluff,
going to get all my stuff packed up and head on home.
the [ sight ] of a couple
here is the MAN
mid - 20ies
younger at a     push
c/h/e/c/k/e/d u n b u t t o n e d shirt
lARGe looks-em   pt   y rucksack
on his back
a sort of sil very-mist colour
and black skinny jeans
every1 seems to where
I’ll admit
I have a pair - pair
but they’re not wright
for my job
he (sees) me
Ilookawayquickly
but He knows eye saw Him
arms (((locked))) in a ring
a round the waist of a gir!
exhausted and eyes <shut>
flower-crown droop:ng
down her $four head
as she drops d ee per
into sl ee p
murmurs some-thing
just muFFled syLLables
probably went to a ‘gig’
music still rrumbling
as an     empty     stomach
in her ears
so maybe not a couple
friends more likely
a girl and guy hhuggingg
friendlee
friend ship
whatever it is
the train comes
screeeeches to astop
and within a minit
they are gOne
I am gOne
and yet #goingnowhere
Written: July 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, partially inspired by an image I found of two people hugging while on the platform at the Nassau Avenue subway stop in New York City.
Deliberately contains punctuation in a haphazard style, as well as some misspellings.
NOTE: Many of my older poems will be removed from HP in the coming months.
 Jun 2015 Morgan
Daniel Magner
some times I feel like a locomotive,
instead of a sunflower,
sorry Alan,
let down and frowning
in whatever sort of afterlife he's in,
if there is one or maybe everyone's death is a different dimension,
time splits off so each individual's
imagined postmortem exists,
in a sense there is a heaven but also no heaven, no punishment or reprimand,
if I don't want there to be,
maybe?
Not done writing this yet
Daniel Magner 2015
 May 2015 Morgan
R
Love Facts #22
 May 2015 Morgan
R
Look at number #14
I've cried countless times
because of it.
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