I wrote this poem for fun as something creepy. Billy always scares me when I see him by my bed. How does Billy float? And where is Billy’s head? — Alex Sutton

I thought it would be fun to create a political poem with some structure.  I don’t support any party so the poem isn’t designed to push anyone in a given direction, I was generally inspired by headlines for each reference.

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Pain is not like a movie, no one likes to watch and there’s no emergency exit. It’s easy to confuse the two because pain is drama and conflict. Pain is not like a sword, it doesn’t protect you and you can’t control it. It’s easy to confuse the two because pain is sharp and cuts deep. […]

Should He Wake I dreamed a dream within a dream To see all that I couldn’t see And didn’t wake but woke once more Just to see behind closed doors And in my head, I saw their minds But only mine throughout all time Center here and center there But edges I could find nowhere […]

I tried to describe love but all I could think of is what love wasn’t. So I kept trying but then all I could think of was what love is like. It’s great just thinking about it.

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I was inspired by the poem “Antigonish” by William Hughes Mearns but I wanted the experience on the stairs to be more personal at a time when people are more vulnerable. As I lay down to sleep I met a me who couldn’t speak He couldn’t speak again today I wish, I wish he’d find […]

I confessed my sins to a stranger, and he ran away  I confessed my sins to my teacher, and got an A  I confessed my sins to my mother, and she cried  I confessed my sins to a priest, and he lied  I confessed my sins to a friend, and she scorned me  I confessed my sins to the court, and they warned me  I […]