I have lived in many places but I am currently living in a small town called Lindale, Tx. I'm 16 and go to the High School as a Junior. I love to draw, paint write short stories and create poems.
I belive that a good poet and writer is one who has experienced something, understands it, and can then create something out of it. I don't know many people at my school or even in my family ... more »
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Mathew Sutter Poems
I made a promise not so long ago, I told you I would never leave you, And you promised me the same.
I love you both, With the same passion, The same equableness
Falling To Pieces
I had the worst day, And it's not getting any better. I am hated, With a burning passion
Today someone I loved died, No, I'm sure I will be okay... Outside I smile and appear to be happy... But, inside...
I get home from school, And who is there, But my parents. Watching.
You Gave Me Denial
Isn't it sad? That you gave me denial? I can't even be who I really am. You say you will love me no matter what.
These emotions that I bear, Weighting me down. I wish I could rip them out, So I don't have to feel again.
Is This You?
You hide behind a decorated mask, Covered with gems and gold. It's so beautifully decorated, It's hard to stop staring at it.
The Isle Of Pretend
Welcome to the Isle of Pretend, Where everything you wish can come true. Welcome to the Isle of Pretend,
The Silent Hill
I came upon a hill, As I walked on a trail. The trees were darkening in their color, And the leaves on all of them...
Feelings I Feel
I feel feelings, That I haven't felt before. I thought I ripped them out,
Love Of My Life
You are the love of my life, The only thing that matters, I think of you only every too often.
I walked up to the door, It was rotting and old. When I knocked on it,
I walked in a forest this afternoon, The trees were graceful, Each one unique but different somehow. As I passed each one, I touched it,
Comments about Mathew Sutter
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I made a promise not so long ago,
I told you I would never leave you,
And you promised me the same.
But then you left me anyway,
Not in a way we both expected.
So now I have to come to your grave,
With our child,
And explain to him,
Who you are.
I cry to sleep and I hold him close to me,
Because he is all I have left of you.
So even to this day,
I keep my promise.
By loving our child,
Like I would have loved you.
So my dear,
Close your eyes,
And breathe no more.
Because I will never forget you,
Don't worry, ...