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A Collection of Poems by Noah Sutton

"Angel Amy", "Solitude", and "Untitled"

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ANGEL AMY

 

to my sweet angel amy from the orphanage in the air

I know that life isn’t fair

even when the eden volatile and bare

I hope you go golden in your pretty new dress

with the rips on the side, that I bandaged back whole

I know your dancing up there-  with old saint peter shakin with your lightning feet

 

I waited so long for jesus christ on the cross

crucify me for my actions, I’m not sorry at all

to my sweet angel amy from the orphanage in the air

jesus christ ain’t forget you he’s just caught up in the creeps

how could he forget a little angel like you?

 

I know your momma took powder when she forgot how to breathe

and your daddy kissed you so much,  more than you’d like; daddy died slowly with a hammer last night

then you ended up here,

lost in the sky

jesus ain’t forget you, yeah, he’s coming tonight

so wear your pretty dress and dance in the clouds

swirl him round and round in a dance for your fate;

and if your father loves you then he will open the gates

 

to my sweet angel amy from the orphanage in the air

I know that life isn’t fair

even when the eden volatile and bare

I hope you go golden in your pretty new dress

with the rips on the side, that I bandaged back whole

I know you’re dancing up there with old saint peter shaking with your lightning feet

dancing for your fate when you and god finally meet

 

tap, tap, tap

amy’s coming home

mommas waiting in inferno with your daddy sucking his lips

your great grand pappys waiting for you

waiting at the gates hope jesus loves you

 

the person that I was a year ago still makes me scream

the person that i wanna be, i see him in my dreams

i’ll be, alone in southern illinois with nothing but,

these stepping stones- i walk upon the praire fields

hopefully ill find a way, cant keep looking back- I been,

missing everyone i loved, but I’ve got miles to walk upon

 

 

SOLITUDE

 

I knew a girl – who loved solitude

everything was brighter when the tulips would bloom

it’s sad , sad road that we embark upon

loneliness would follow her,

to the creeks & crevice of the rotten apple garden

it must’ve been a ghost that watched her fall apart from the second story window

her skin would always bleed

solitude turned to suffocation

after the call of the wild,

the call from  her father

can you taste the maple leaves in the crisping air we breathe

her hands trembling, august promised a harvest

promised the moon- just some things i couldn’t do

she would run through the meadow like a boy chasing dreams

little did they know she was running from the screams, from the pain

from the ghosts inside her brain

I remember the morning that we found her face down in the dirt

she loved to paint pictures of a life she had in mind;

she couldn’t scratch past the past always will remind

if you’re not fine, you should’ve told me

 

 

UNTITLED

 

I had to jump into the river just to figure out the purpose of that night

All dreams aside, it’s innocence that’s leads me back into my room

for a dance with my depression once again

 

a clouded pretty picture where it rains until december

-and I’m stuck at home while I watch my body wither; in this hell

the highway just keeps on calling, but I’m way too busy breathing

to look for a solution; for this tragedy in the making

the boy that lost to innocence with his working-class mediocrity

 

it’s okay if you feel broken, but it’s not okay to keep breaking;

once you’ve reached  your breaking point

a river keeps on flowing with no purpose or no reason

all I asked for was a break from the kitchen where we’re cooking up tomorrow

 

the thought of you is passing, but when it passes it doesn’t call back, or give me an explanation to why I feel like I’ve turned nothing

the sunset looks like a movie where I end up in the horizon

where I scrape the outer banks and hike onto the Zion

jump into the river, just to end up at the bend again

where I will make a choice- I ran through the meadow, wandering

but I landed right back in within the grips of the devil’s choke

 

benzodiazepines and friends; where lovers and the dead will meet again

the stumbling bridge in holopaw

the pendent made of hickory that’s worn by my grandfather

the will to live when life gets hard

your beating heart looking at the stars

the perfect night that all went wrong,

should’ve left before the river’s end

should’ve bled like those who lived before

but I can’t because I’m scared that I don’t know what I’m looking for

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