Biography of andrew hutsell
how many times does one have to succeed, before he's know to be the best or well known? why cant people just get along and play nice like when we were little? so many questions that can make a man mad... but it only takes a second to stop and relise life has its ways on influenceing us to do wild crazy things that no one will forget you for, so just stop questioning and live like your dreaming and deram of better tomorrows: 3... the lifes of a single man leads to sarrow and fun
andrew hutsell Poems
If its wrong but feels right, do I do it again To risk the consices for all I've achieved, Everything I own, my worldy possesions, For something, so wrong?
a moan is a spark always followed by something greater a moan is a storm it grows and grows into a great catastrophe
slowly the clock counts down the last gears turn and wedges knotch the last grain falls into a small pile the glass empties
How many times will I have to suffer Are you the one Will you stay Please do
Here I am At my door My door is different than his His door is different than hers
Life & Love
To love To love is to hold & embrace To love is to passionately make love To love is to watch as two intertwine in passion and become one
Death is black Death is white Death is also every color between When light fades to dark death appears
Purple, red, blue, yellow, and green These are the colors I take What are they for? What do they do?
Again & again I cry out to you like the wolf to the moon Once more you are as the moon Silent Your body's tantalizing like the color of blood and smoke
You call, You text, You beg, You plead,
Purple, red, blue, yellow, and green
These are the colors I take
What are they for?
What do they do?
Do I need them?
Do I want them?
Can I live without them?
No I need them
I live, I breathe, I want to die
I add black