Biography of Mathew Sutter
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 that can really do this. I just hope that my poems make sence because me as a person and my life don't. At least that's my perspective. My parents may just tell you that I'm dramatic, but regardless... I don't care.
Unfortunatley, now I am slowly taking off my poems and will put them on later until I feel like they should be put out into the world again. My life has turned for the worse and I can't take things anymore. I am just detaching myself from the world for a while. Thank you for all those who put up comments or voted for my poems. My deepest regards
Mathew Sutter's Works:
The Tale of All Things True
Mathew Sutter Poems
Falling To Pieces
I had the worst day, And it's not getting any better. I am hated, With a burning passion
I get home from school, And who is there, But my parents. Watching.
Today someone I loved died, No, I'm sure I will be okay... Outside I smile and appear to be happy... But, inside...
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.
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
I'm at the rave, To dance my life away, The beat runs through me, My ear drums are popping,
Hidden In The Dark
Hiding in the dark, Listening for a sound, Lives a chest, That shall never be found.
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,
Feelings I Feel
I feel feelings,
That I haven't felt before.
I thought I ripped them out,
Oh, so long ago...
To make sure my heart,
Wouldn't break again.
But here I am,