"suttle" poems
in this small seculuded spot
where our actions speak louder then our thoughts
but our mouths spoke the words of mimes on the 9-5
broke the silence by asking the time while waiting on the divine moment
...where your hand was right next to mine
a movement so suttle seemed like moving mountains
or sneaking threw land mines
so i reached across the dark blue seat
to form a forgien handshake the place our palms would first meet
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
I see You there, across the room
as you stare blankly at the screen.
What I wouldn't give for you to just glance my way
There's not many
I can smell your perfume from here,
suttle yet enveloping my every sense
How could you not realize I'm right here
ready to take my life just for 1 single dimpled smile of happiness
Just for me
If i had you in my arms but once
you'd realize the depth of my feelings is deeper then the darkest ocean,
higher then the brightest star
So I'm ready for you, ready for when you realize im here,
to realize your other half is but a few meters away
Ready for the moment I've been dreaming of
for what seems like an eternity
I'm ready for you... But I guess your not.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
I've experienced lost, heartbreaks, and pain.
Some of what I can't explain.
I lost a friend or two, those suttle hearts that just wouldn't glue. Painful things I did to myself, that other people just couldn't help.
My conscience has come and gone. My life has just become one big song. The ones about teens who are in trouble, or the love that's lost in doubles.
If I can turn back time I wish I could cause i'd stop me from being born I would.
Cause this world is way to cold, to live with no one to hold.
This world's not much to live, if everyone's here but there's no one to give.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
VII
How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer!
My hasting dayes flie on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th,
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arriv’d so near,
And inward ripenes doth much less appear,
That som more timely-happy spirits indu’th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow.
It shall be still in strictest measure eev’n,
To that same lot, however mean, or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav’n;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great task Masters eye.
1.7k
*Fireworks and vivid chaos,
blinding lights in the pitch black sky.
The sudden gregariousness,
cross-dissolving into one's sigh.
Back home in a blanket,
hot chocolate in hand.
A wandering mind, hardly cognizant,
unleashing one's disguise.
With the shutter open
to evacuate life's scenes,
revealing only those broken
in one mind's eye.
Fading rapidly from awareness,
once immersive, now an indistinct sight.
The suttle gregariousness,
has all but gone dry.*
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
You got to let them know you love them
But what of the love in return
You got to tell them they're beautiful
But what reminds you of the beauty in you
Sometimes I feel invisible
I guess it's part of depression
It gives me a tempting aggression
How lonesome
How horrible
How sad
How dull
Whisper sweet nothings
Predictable quiet sugar
Diabetes
That picture perfect
Nothing but a facade in a portrait
See those smiles
That's not you
See those moments
They aren't yours
They aren't mine
I wish
Maybe I could try
But the suttle depression kicks
In
That corner looks awfully nice
I guess for now I drift in a lonely bliss
And sleep
Just
Sleep
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
It's like a cycle.
He enters at the rate,
any new-comer would.
Charming.
Gentle.
Fast as that autumn breeze,
he illustrates a whirl in your mind.
Your life.
You depic beauty in his eyes.
Autumn bursts into a heavy fall.
Face first,
and he is no where.
Your eyes weather.
They bring heavy rain.
It's like a cycle.
A hope,
a glimmer,
is upon the iced winter.
The air crisp as a sweet apple.
A stable environment,
happiness birthed each day.
All stood at a pause,
but a warmth seemed to be inching.
Suttle and simple
Beauty had arisen,
in oranges, pinks, and blues.
Spring.
You were being educated,
in what was once,
the love of autumn.
Warmth.
Compassion.
Greater and unwilling to harm...
An unjust statement.
A drizzle,
and he vanished.
It's like a cycle.
A blazing sunshine.
A clear sky.
A past to be forgotten.
The grass healthy,
as footprints were laid upon it.
Laughter is where it was chosen to be.
A memory,
never to be forgotten.
Not a change in the air,
but a slight breeze.
It was over.
Beauty was freshly created.
Life was returned in your eyes...
But you had failed to visualize,
a season,
once born,
must die,
and must return once more.
In a silent twilight,
he brings another autumn.
It is a cycle.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
50th years of untold perfection.
A man, the spirit of a good man, in perfect little sections.
a father whom needs no introduction.
The best in everything he is, and he only asks for nothing.
We all need him but want him to live.
hoping that I can do without him.
he does for so many and his heart is large.
and no matter the distance away i go.
we both share that special part.
its so endearing, but yet un-appearing.
no one needs to be shown. Hes humble in spirit.
he shows it through action and he'll help me mirror it.
he doesn't flaunt it or show any struggle.
he loves the hard and hates the suttle.
and hes shown me that life's not bad.
a matter of adjustment to habitat.
just be yourself and honor it.
to the best of the best. A father; a martyr.
my motivation to make life go farther.
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 2:25 AM UTC
Crazy thoughts doing nothing but works
listen to the madness of mind mattering words
creating things just for a poll
singing all the way to nothing at all.
The madness around us
playing with suttle thoughts to crush us
peacefull minds opening up to the world of madness
Dwelling voices around my head
can't say a word reaching for inner self
creating my own unreal reality
I am in a sofa around a smelling of that.
lying in bed
alcohol
sigarettes
pills
music
thoughts
Still
The uspoken thought is my broken fork
turn into my love of non thinking state of the you
stay true to say who are you.
dont let the madness pop
madness that bubble
**** yourself up
kick it up
The Addiction
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
the sound of the suttle rainfall and the fear of the dispiteful thunder haunt me in my mind....
the taunting shadows cast by the moonlight fill the back of my mind with the thought of you....
the puddle on my doorstep is begging me to let it inside....
but i think to myself before i make a remark of any sort.... the thunder booms after the long pause of wonder..
as i walk in the rain i pick out each lightening bolt about twenty feet away with the recognition of the danger that i am now faced with.... i lay on the ground as if i was waiting for that moment where the lightening travels through my very body putting me in this strange stat where i fall up and breathe through my hands; everytime i hold your hand it cuts off my breath.... i become fragile and courageous enough to squeeze tighter and tighter. i awaken from my daze by the sound of thunder.. it sounded so sweet in my mind as it reeved like your harleys engine.... so smooth and like you; quick to react.... the rain is starting to burn my skin as i start to run.... the once fimiliar scenery turns distorted and cold.... im back on my doorstep.... you're gone again.... the storm goes on but i pay no mind to it any longer.... i make my way inside.. i unfold my bedspread and turn the fan on high.. i go lay down in the bed you used to tuck me into.. close my eyes and get ready to see you in my dreams.... 6/13/49 - 6/12/08
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
In my time,
Collections of disastrous minds,
Try and fit in thinner lines.
Of life and lust and simple *****
Of life in trend and backward thought.
In my time,
Pushed toward the numbing senses,
Are constellations of fallen men.
Shown before us as the dinner waits,
To show the march of meat of morrow.
In my time,
The children scale the streets of dawn,
To find the simple that all men lost.
With angst in blood and tightened tounges,
For space not made for them nor I.
In my time,
We are the generation returned for store credit,
In line for an endless whirling boredom.
Too bright to see the path been made,
In distance trance a world at bay.
In my time,
We are flawed pawns in disenchanted identity,
A chess game known by little.
We are a valiant effort in loss souls,
A life in turn like all the same.
In my time,
I have seen the stench of want,
In true form of loathing.
Common speak with stacks in smoke,
The toxic billows and blows away.
In my time,
The land rejects us back to void,
A void of fix and ****
In desperate trance of ***** and bliss,
With suttle missed as time digressed.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
The doors to the train car close and the train continues on its regular schedule. The three souls settle in their own private areas of the train car. All of a sudden the train comes to a stop.
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SOUL 1
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Trapped in just one try,
I
notice my emotion swings.
Wings
spread and flap about,
out.
I try to escape.
Cape
of good hope concede.
See
My right to be.
Referee free
me let me be free.
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SOUL 2
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No movement, no slidding, or skidding.
Kidding?
Not nearly. Why? One query,
eerie?
I made it happen. I just concentrate.
Trait,
I have one great superpower,
power!
So nice and sweet
eat
all of the candy I can
here and now where I am,
that is my plan
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SOUL 3
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I would have no fortune if it weren’t for misfortune.
Urchin
of bad luck haunts my every movement.
Meant
to ruin every plan I make. Crinkle,
wrinkle,
my every dream. I am upset.
Set
Out to achieve in a tie and shirt,
hurt
and I ache to reach only one desire.
One point and goal entirely
I give up now, I tire.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Everybody watchs every instant
I try to stay jubilant
I try to stay suttle
Everybodies watching me
Im all over tv
I walk into the store
I cant go anywhere anymore
No more
I ran across the train tracks
I dont wanna be forgotten
But not like this
I dont like this attention
Want a new face
They say i show enough
What kind of saying is this
What kind of game is this
That tv show has me on it
Im on everything
Im on everything
I think i see something
I think i see something
Through my windows
I cant go anywhere
Everybody watchs every instant
I try to stay jubilant
I try to stay suttle
Everybodies watching me
Im all over tv
I walk into the store
I cant go anywhere anymore
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
In void of you I set my course,
because of you, my sight unclear.
In hopeless twists of love and trust,
to where I lay my time and space.
My time is suttle, I need not know.
Its lays in seas, too far from reach.
But seeps into my scars and bone,
Like gas in fire, all at once.
The space I lay is closing up,
like lungs of tar, that fill me in.
broken pieces of you left behind,
to where I lay my space and time.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
I'm sorry I require so much patience, I know how tiring loving me must be.
I'm sorry my walls are more like towers, but they were never keeping you out I swear.
I know I'm probably the most challenging project you've ever had to do but I swear I'm trying.
I wish the cut from when he left didn't stop me from trusting. but how am I supposed to trust when he handed me the bottle of pills he so many times begged me to flush?
I'm so ******* sorry it will take me extra long to open up to you but I promise you, I PROMISE YOU, my heart is yours to take. my heart is beating your name.
I'm sorry I'm always so sorry but I feel like you deserve the world.
he left and I'm scared you're going to go. I promised myself I wouldn't let myself trust again but my ******* walls begged for you when I met you. I like to say I'm strong enough to go through losing anyone else, but I swear to god I'd be on the floor begging you not to leave if you ever thought of going. every "I love you" has a suttle mention of "stay" lingering. if I could say I need you, I would. please.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
I’d tell you the pain
At any funeral
Was the suttle reminder
To love those closest to you
I’d tell you
She cries too
Her only shoulder to lean on
Was the faith you had
If I were best friends with god
I’d give you hints of who she was
How vast her love is
I’d tell you you’re never alone
Through every shadow
She could still see you
Your own light shining
If only you would pull the shade
If I were best friends with god
I’d tell you why we were created
How everybody needs a friend
Someone to love
To be loved by
I’d tell you her only power
Was making love
If I were best friends with god
I wouldn’t have to think
About a future without me
Never finishing watching
My kids grow
I’d tell you heaven was real
I’d describe it in vivid detail
How instead of gold gates
It’s only cobblestone walkways
White picket fence
And a light on the porch
In case you arrived at dark
If I were best friends with god
I’d tell you how she smiles
When her temper tantrums
Leave ruined lives
Holding each other’s hands
I’d tell you she’s just like a child
Cute and innocent
Wild and fierce
Out for attention
Hoping you’ll find her message
Somewhere amongst the chaos
If I were best friends with god
I’d have a few more answers
Sadly I know no god
Only the moments I cherish
As I fill my own life
With the laughter of friends and family
And maybe when I’m done having fun
I’ll have a cup of tea
And start a friendship
With whatever’s on the other side
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
People change.
Not necessarily a bad change, but still,
Feelings, wants and needs,
Effect the algorithm, if you will.
Suttle changes to them,
May hit ****** hard to you,
Doesn't stop them caring,
But it can still feel painful, true.
You may crave for them to go back,
Back to the way it was before,
You can try and forget too,
You might even crave them more.
Sometimes personal situations,
And their own hardships are to blame,
Your might too,
But you want them back all the same.
Sometimes its hard to question,
And ask what has changed between us,
But you don't want to fracture what you have now,
Don't want to cause a fuss.
Chemistry.
The complex emotional or psychological interaction between individuals,
Some times the results a great,
Sometimes you mess up the concoction, unintentional.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
Leaning here
Hoping to have a moment
Realization
Clarity
Bring to me; a piece of mind
If God exists I'm begging
If Ghandi grants wishes
If I can please ******* find some peace
Or even just a piece
Something to hold onto, someone to hold my hand
Because truth is I'm scared
Truth is I'm holding my heart, griping my keyboard, hugging my mind
They don't tell u how real it is
Always gotta learn the hard way
I don't even know what I'm writing about
I'm just laying here; laying here trying to stay woke, stay free, stay alive
I went to school today and didn't do to class
I stared in a boys eyes, told him I'm not gone
Keeping in touch, seems a bit to much
Seems like I'm fighting myself
Everyday I'm struggling
Fear and doubt
I will prevail I will not fail
I have nothing to prove, I shall own up my sins
I shall caress every acquaintance; in a home that feels safe, where we aren't afraid
Clenching my jaw, body like a suttle current, with a mind like a hurricane
I shall not fail myself
I shall not let myself go
I shall not hate
I'm never giving in, not headed to that golden gate
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
I took a shot for you and everything we did,
everything we once was in our relationship.
Now i'm sitting back thinking why the **** do i care?
All the times i needed you, you were never there.
I admit I've made mistakes,
I was trying to fix them but now it's too late.
I really do wish the best for you,
even if it's hurts i hope you find love,
Imagine love without a struggle,
just happiness and peace where a couple never crumbles,
a stumble here and there
but the sand is so suttle when the world seems to rumble.
I promise you,
you won't dare forget my name.
When you needed help I'm the one who always ******* came.
I'm the one who picked you up when you stepped into the rain,
I'm the one who took you back when you left me in so much pain.
Remember all that ******** you said?... That you'd love me until the end..
I should never have believed you because all this time you've been sleeping in someone else's bed.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Respect could be described as a suttle word to describe the liar in yourself were does it begin?
Within our own bubble or out of your comfort zone, one man’s likes could be another man’s dislikes.
In such a situation respect is the one thing that has to bring the two together bonding in such a way that it brings smile to our faces.
Good morning mam would you like to take a seat? Please I must insist! That was the conversation I had the other day.
When an old lady jumped onto the bus with no were to sit down, no she said but thank you.
So we had bonded with that i stood up and offered my seat and as she sat down she looked at me and smiled and with a sweat voice she said thank you young man.
Funny faces on the bus looking at me! But I never cared at they Thoughts, I was happy with the respect I had shown the dear old lady.
Jidos Reality 8.1.10
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
People forget to enjoy trees.
I like to pass the time
on car rides
watching the stray branches
bending in variations
whooshing in the breeze.
Sadly in between these emerald giants
are wires
black and distracting
the pattern spanning
I watch for the eye catching greens
and suttle browns
waving at me as I pass.
I always wave back.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Trouble Memories have made us today molded our character and minds created this un for seen future we have left behind.
Cause and effect I think! I lost 6 weeks of my life but gained a moment of reality with a mixed feeling of acceptance with one’s self.
Covered in a storm of happiness wish I had a camera to capture this feeling of completion, as my mind becomes one with my soul.
Like picking up my Knife and Fork cutting into this piece of stake that’s covered in mushroom sauce.
Thinking been waiting for this moment for some time, and as I take my first bite my smile gets a moment of clarity with its self.
Watching the sun set on a quiet Sunday morning, and a warm summers evening, Tingling moments of spontaneous randomness.
My sadness has become my happiness filled with days of loneliness watching the time pass by wondering when will I realize I’ve found myself.
Complete is the suttle word that comes to mind! At peace at last with these Trouble Memory’s.
Jidos Reality 1.1.10
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Suttle mark upon the window
Landscape dazed
The arrival of spring
Sunlight swept to cause the haze
Among the scholarship
It is me
Aspiration to days of kinship
Troubles face this lack of breeze
The fear of the short term wait
Rummy beyond my fragile day
A mind that has always gone away
Depictions of these irrational sways
In the distance
I watch the branches
The flutter of their fragile lances
Visions obtained with prying glances
Ideas flooding the mind
Is this a hint?
A new glory I must find
Leave the words in my print
Writers block now released
Joy from this new found breeze
An idea offered by my disease
The phenomenon is complete
I am pleased
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC