"basicly" poems
We all have an aura .. Around our bodies
Aura magnetic aura's are they
Like a magnet one side attracts the other
Pushes some things thus so away
How often has one said she's lovely he's not
What had her choose him wondering why
How often has one been drawn to another
So many have remarked re this cannot deny
Walking into a room one's drawn to another
Or as well pushed away from one the see
It's like a magnet pulling pushing drawing
It's the science of lovedoing it's thing basicly
One's aura is a powerful thing at times in life
Doing as it does so often naturally in it's way
Bringing souls together or rejecting them
Without us knowing often upon night or day
Aura's indicate positive negative like dislike
It's a natural thing that surrounds us true
Aura's read Red anger Yellow cowardness
And sadness at times comes in shades of blue
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
What happened to me was a tragedy, and i never want to go through it again. The person who hurt me so badly, was my mother. I needed help with something and my mom got tired of me asking her for help. So my mom got very angery and started coming at me and i ran but she caught me and then she started punching and kicking me. I screamed for help, but nobody heard me and nobody came to help. To this day ive lived in fear of her and i live in fear that one day she might do it again. If my mom moves towards me i move back, if she moves her arms toward me i flinch. There is basicly one thing im terrifyied of, and that is my mom.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
Poisoning my undeveloped self at age fourteen with toxic fumes and deadly drinks that are meant for adults who want to have fun or detach for awhile. I didn't know rather it because I was trying to be happy or be someone else which basicly is the same thing. I longed to be someone else and achohol and cigarettes defined that someone. Drinking and smoking is for grown ups they say but I grew up fast.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
I write this poem just for you
With all these feelings what could I do
A tomb of words that stack like that
Surrounding things seep though the cracks
Words hard as brick to build my tower
Piece by piece hour by hour.
Basicly I'm saying I'm making my grave
If I stick around you, there's no way I'll behave.
My words are all I have left to display my affection
Once you listen you come quick with correction
I lay here dying in my tomb
Your lurking silhouette still lingers in my room
Casting your shadow for me to see
Your presence haunts me in my dreams
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
ever have that feeling that when you light a smoke outside it feels so relaxing to just..
sit there, hear and watch it burn, watch the ashes float down like snow and just remember.. just remember those good old times, when everything was fine.. no worries in the world..
it takes me back you know? I haven't gotten a clue why I ever started smoking but.. I guess it helps to ease my mind..
and basicly, I guess it takes some of the pain away in life and helps to keep you going to live another f*cking day in this gods forsaken world.
-R
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
your beautiful
for so many different reasons
no words can describe your beauty
but still i'll try to show you a part of it
when i look at you
i see your eyes sparkle in the night
your smile
is purely a gateway to my heaven
your laughter brings so much peace and joy to mind
joy - your name says it all
your arms sccream love
your heartbeat i long for next to mine
your a JOY to be around
and i want you to be mine
your so funny and cute
you basicly define perfection
your voice is magical
and you
yes you
only you
makes me want to a better person
i have only met you once
but it already seems like a lifetime
stay who you are
and dont change
ever
because your perfect in my eyes
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
This elusive term is like
A bright red balloon at the park.
You have to hold tight,
because if you loosen your grip just alittle... it's gone.
Happiness is a sail boat
Keeping a float
In a vicious sea
Carelessly free
*Basicly happiness is
in the eye of the storm of life.
In order to keep it,
you must change with it.*
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC