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Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Kayley Godek

My body somehow knows
The grief tomorrow holds.
I ache and throb
But I cannot sob;
The urge to cry
Stings my eyes.
My feet drag heavily
In the depths of this valley.
Every year without fail
I remind myself I am too frail.
"You're strong without the numbers,"
Yet I was too weak to pull you from your slumber.
Each March 22nd
Feels just like the 1st end,
When your heart stopped beating
And mine started bleeding.
I'd skip this whole day
But I'd miss the chance to say:
I miss you, lovely little hurricane.
It's all I can do to keep sane.
The smell of mint
Hurts just a hint.
The skinny jeans and hair bows
I could never disown.
I wear your effect
On my forearm *****.
The pain of loss is akin
To etching you into my skin.
My hands shake with cold,
Though not as cold as a headstone.
Oh, how my body knows
The grief tomorrow holds.

In Loving Memory of Kelcy Golling.
07/02/1999 - 03/22/2014

#loss #grief #progress #anniversary

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Evacuations; Evaluations

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Carson Alexander Defelice

Evacuations; Evaluations

Writer's block again,
and from return; my heart descends.
A knock, at the door?
What are they here for?
Hiding in the floors, the deaths
of my enemies,
a funeral of my thoughts,
and they were meant to stay away.
Yet you wished them here,
just so you can write them.
And they want you near,
so you can recite them.
Insightful, isn't it?
You need to invite them in,
and this time; they'll only stay
for the titles and poetry, no.
You're much too confident
that you can kick them out,
you need them;
and they want you.
Next evacuation;
hopefully you'll choose
yourself,
but we know you never
do-

I kick out my demons, and they get back in every time. I hate it.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated

#ml #demons #msk

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Liar, etc.....

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Leisa Battaglia

Liar, etc.....

Where are you now, not where you said
Are you with her now, thoughts cloud my head
Why don't you call, you said you would
Is it her you dial, when it's clearly me you should
Are you lying next to her, spent from love made
Is she in your arms, where many others have laid
In that place you said was only mine, another broken promise made
You've left me here cut by your lies, without so much as a bandaid
How is it so easy for you to tell these lies, the ones told to so many before me
Why did you choose me to do this to, more importantly why did I not flee
First signs are easy to explain away, but the truth has been so clear for so long
I was trying so hard, to make right out of someone so plainly wrong
I knew in the end, you would take all there was to take
Leaving behind without a care, a mess of broken hearts in your wake
On to the next group of lives to destroy, without a backward glance
Such a seasoned con man, they'll hardly stand a chance
Lies are what you bathe in each day, before descending upon your prey
Looking for your next opportunity, to further you on your way
You're a liar and a con artist, taking from each latched upon soul
It doesn't matter to you, how very young or how old
You have no moral compass, to show you right from wrong
It's like a second nature to you, you've been doing this so long
Liar, cheater, *******, douchbag, pathetic, worthless, *****
All names for you rooted in truth, that's why they'll always stick

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Angling

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Valsa George

Angling

Stung by an angling fad
He took a fishing rod
And sallied onto the nearby stream
That leaped down a rocky shelf
Forming small cascades
But running down into plain ground
With a placid demure face
Uttering soft murmurs sweet

Aiming at the darting Trout
That made the still waters into spiraling whirls
He swished the rod in the air
With the alacrity of a practiced bowler

Looking at the line sinking low
He waited for the fish to nibble at the bait
Meanwhile, inhaling the salubrious air
And watching the limpid movement of the stream

As the hook line went taut in his grip
Hopefully he pulled it up

But alas! With no ***** to boast!

Patiently sat he there for hours
Like a sculptured God upon a rock
Oh! It requires immense patience
With adroitness to boot
To be an angler, no doubt
That sure is a sedate man’s pursuit!

Angling rarely fetches any major luck
Except now and then a fresh fish upon one’s plate

Yet following one’s heart’s pursuit
Is worth more than all tangible reward it brings!

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Live In Today

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Brianna Love -aka Stormy Angel

Live In Today

There are no promises
      for tomorrow,
   it may never come
say I love you today
to those special ones.

Set goals
       dream your dreams
but, live within today
       for right now
          this moment
             is truly everything.

Stop wasting time
      on what was before
the past,
lessons learned,
      now it’s time
          to close those doors.

Comes a time in life
   when one must grow,
      the saying is true
you reap what you sow….

Give your heart
to the one you love
         make it a point
to show them
          No One Else
   could ever rise above.

Live in the here and now
   give a smile
          to all you meet
walk every day in love
make your
            life complete.

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Be of Good Spirit.

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Eryck

Be of Good Spirit.

Witness the gentleness of her spirit
soaring with affirmative hope.
To nurture the kindness and decency from others is her guiding goal.

Men aren't brutes it's just a notion,
a characteristic strain to be loved away.
Her sympathetic understanding is like a potion.
Her words hummingbirds, her tongue a bouquet.

Beaming smile, laughing eyes,
tender of heart for the witnessing.
You'll feel like a present or a prize
because she believes all people interesting.

Everyone and all want to be around her,
as far as the eye can see.
Who is this person of such profound magnificence?
It's YOU if you want it to be.

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

Wake.

Jul 2018 terrence michael sutton

devante moore

Wake.

Don’t wait till I’m laying in a casket
To tell me how you really feel
Save your tears
And the sobbing you’re doing across my lifeless chest
Quit the yelling
And the heartbroken distress you’re in
You’re only disrupting my rest
It doesn’t matter what you reveal
It won’t return the life and color to my skin
No my eyes won’t well up
From the revelation of feelings you’ve been hiding within
My face would stay as dryer as desert snow
Its way to late