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Wanderer  May 2014
Scars
Wanderer May 2014
The heat in the room is smoldering
sweat beads on my forehead
and the fan can't keep up with the rising heat of summer
Her arms are still covered though
and i start to wonder
Who hurt her so bad?
So bad that tears weren't enough
that only a blade could make her feel
Human again
So bad that the pain couldn't all be held in one place
So bad that the scars on the inside had to reveal themselves
to the outside worls
There are feathers in your step
and sunshine in your smile
inside your freezing baby blues
I see my life in piles
of dust and ash and compost heaps
and endless worls of no
guilt beyond the guilty ones
and looks as cold as snow
It's sad inside those seas of blue
beyond the world I know
I'm lonely loving inside you
and what was high is low
I'm staring at the sky so blue
the clouds all blend in one
I'm coming to your dead rescue
I'm bringing back your gun.
I'm reaching out and touching skin
fingers laced between
hands behind the backs of him
ripping back the dream
my thumbs are in your beltloops
awake i'm waiting for the day
curled around you in the morning
keeping 9 to 5 at bay
goosebumps grace my fingertips
your breath is in my hands
a sound so much like heaven
i'm not strong enought to stand
tomorrow is so far away
from what we have to do
but have a little patience
i'm still trying to swallow you.
helloitsyellow Aug 2018
i paint my nails yellow
because yellow is beautiful
and yellow makes me happy
and nothing bad can happen when the sun sets and gold streams through the windows in my house
i paint my nails yellow
because it's a reminder to smile
a reminder that there is good in this worls
so
i paint my nails yellow
hj  Apr 2019
And
hj Apr 2019
And
razors and blades
and blood and scars
lost my faith
in a worls that's ours
**** happens
life is cruel
and i'm the little ****** fool
that life chose to ****
ashes and cigarettes
and cigarette burns
i'm in a little room
the walls cave in and it turns
and i,m losing my mind with every inch
my head is getting messed up
my life gets more ****** up
i can't handle this **** anymore
my head is a hot potato everyone throws around
my head sleeps to sorrows sound
it's been long
and now it's my lullaby
and i'm stuck in these circles
and time is passing by
it's passing me by
i know it *****
All the main world leaders brothers one
Been woring on it for simply ages now
They'er trying not to let it be known
But slowly happening and to it they bow

Reducing the world population by endless
The old mentally ill the pooer and the lot
Up the wealthy down with the rest that be
Becming one ridding the world every spot

They say making peace my foot friends for years
Making life harder for all over time the plan
Country leaders becoming one every day
The real honest truth is just another yam

Only those not blind can see it happening
All the rest of the battlers well might as be
getting harder every day for all upon earth
Except the richest of the worls be they wealthy

The big picture is hard to hide for God on earth
But they let little bits show more every day
Oh this man bringing countries together as one
Wake up read the writing on the wall come what may

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
All the main world leaders brothers one
Been woring on it for simply ages now
They'er trying not to let it be known
But slowly happening and to it they bow

Reducing the world population by endless
The old mentally ill the pooer and the lot
Up the wealthy down with the rest that be
Becming one ridding the world every spot

They say making peace my foot friends for years
Making life harder for all over time the plan
Country leaders becoming one every day
The real honest truth is just another yam

Only those not blind can see it happening
All the rest of the battlers well might as be
getting harder every day for all upon earth
Except the richest of the worls be they wealthy

The big picture is hard to hide for God on earth
But they let little bits show more every day
Oh this man bringing countries together as one
Wake up read the writing on the wall come what may

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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