We all have a favourite place
Where we all love to go ~
To think or paint or take a friend
Someone special that we know~
A spot that brings us peace of mind
A place to be alone~
A place to bring ourselves up to date
And a place we can call our own~
There might be a little brook
Or just a big old lazy tree~
A little hill behind the house
A place we can feel free~
Well ... I for one have such a place
And I go there once in awhile~
Its years away from confusion
But in distance  just a mile~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

Woke up with a cloudy morning
With heavy thoughts haunting me
Thinking of what could happen next
Worrying about who's gonna leave again
Having fear of feelin depressed
Noticing scars dont heal fast
Replacing a broken heart with a much fragile one
Giving a fake happy life to the world

He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are now few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.

Why worry about being dead ?
You would then have nothing to dread.

How often it’s said “trust is earned”
Oh but it holds far more
For at times it should just be!
For the persons worth!
For how they hold your heart!
For how else did you earn them as part of your life?
Yet through acidic traits and scars of those so traitorous that we allowed in!
There will be doubt in the purest that deservedly own a special place in our hearts!
Yes trust shouldn’t just be earned for those I speak of, it’s in no uncertain terms!
By default deserved!
YET!
Shallowly,
How we allow these scars left by our past experiences by ignoble people, to tarnish what should just be!
So to My so true, without reserve if ever unappreciated in moments of blindness,
You are a True Treasure!
More than thanks be due!
But for the great person you are! you back me anyhow!
Wow a sheer blessing you are!
My love be yours with no refrain!

please don't read my thoughts
there is so much you don't want to know
it's dark and it's crowded and it's not healthy

someone else in my head speaks for me
please pretend you can't hear what they say
i can't speak out loud when i can't see

i don't feel this way
i don't feel it
these are not mine

please just don't read my thoughts