I have never considered myself a poet. I have always preferred to write works of fiction. If you have read either one of my two books it does not take long to understand that horror is my preferred venue. I have completed several poems that I plan to either incorporate into my next book of horror or to create a book of poetry I have pre-named Tortured Souls. This book will not contain your everyday feel good about your self poetry. It will contain poems of a darker nature. Posted below are poems that I have created so far. Feel free to read and enjoy. I would also like to hear feed back. It is only through the thoughts and comments of others can I ever hope to improve myself.
LIFE
A. W. NUTTER
The gray skies of winter float lazily overhead.
Leaves carpet the forest floor, their fall colors long forgotten.
Winter is such a depressing time of year, the landscape looks so dead.
Is it any wonder that a person feels so down trodden?
I try to maintain a happy spirit, as I realize I own such a small part in the world’s grand theatre.
As are the seasons so is our life, fresh and new born in the spring, full and strong in the summer,
In fall we start to wither, to finally pass away in winter. Our life, nothing more than a shadow on the landscape.
Survive The Beast
A.W. Nutter
You have to be quiet, do not make a sound.
Quit gasping for air or we will be found.
The creatures are remaining out of sight.
They will try to kill us when the time is right.
If we can make the river we will survive.
Quit crying, I’ll get us out of this alive.
Run! The beasts are ready to attack.
Do not slow down and don’t look back.
Dive into the water and swim for your life.
Their fangs will shred your skin like a knife.
Not tonight, the wolves begin a saddened howl.
Their meal has managed to escape them somehow.
A Life Ends
A.W. Nutter
Perched high above the city street,
Feeling comfortable in this lofty retreat.
People like ants scurrying by.
Unaware of my presence in the sky.
Chilled by the coldness of the evening air.
All my hopes have vanished I’m lost in despair.
A life not worth living it’s to demanding.
Dreams destroyed no happy endings.
The torture I lived with was forbidden.
I screamed for help and no one listened.
The emotional scars run to deep.
My only escape, step off this ledge find eternal sleep.
ABUSED CHILD
A.W. NUTTER
The violence started with a slap across my face.
My pain was the lover you were waiting to embrace.
Enjoying my screams as my arms were broken.
The lies to disguise were easily spoken.
My mother joined me as I cried.
Silently we prayed for you to die.
As each day slowly turned to night.
I would feel my stomach growing tight.
There was no place to hide, no place to run.
You enjoyed coming home torturing your son.
My mother joined me as I cried.
Silently we prayed for you to die.
I knew when my punishment was about to begin.
Your face would be adorned with a satanic grin.
The belt whistled as it sliced through the air.
I cried for you to stop but you did not care.
My mother joined me as I cried.
Silently we prayed for you to die.
Suddenly I heard a deafening roar.
Your body tumbled toward the floor.
Taking your life you’re where you belong.
I have often wondered what took her so long.
My mother joined me as I began to smile.
Prayers get answered every once and a while.
SHADOWS
A.W. NUTTER
Shadows moving in the night.
Shadows remaining out of sight.
Shadows traveling in a pack.
Shadows waiting to attack.
Shadows slowly changing their form.
Shadows causing my emotional storm.
Shadows growing, sensing my fright.
Shadows causing me to take flight.
Shadows constantly haunting my dreams.
Shadows feasting on my screams.
Shadows of demons I use to know.
Shadows refusing to let me go.
APPROACHING STORMS
A.W. NUTTER
Jagged swords piercing the sky are frightening.
Darkness becoming alive with streaks of lightening.
Ground vibrating with each mighty clap of thunder.
Tranquility of night being cast asunder.
Winds howling, driving the rain.
Tree limbs swaying and breaking under the strain.
Creatures running, hiding and taking flight.
The Reaper is searching for souls tonight.
Hells hounds are leashed and kept at bay.
Allowed to survive for another day.
Trouble in life comes in many forms.
Are you ready to face the approaching storms?
FOR SANITY'S SAKE
A.W. NUTTER
The night breeze taunts my pitiful pleas.
An insane child trying to grasp sanity's keys.
Unlocking the chambers of my now adult mind.
Will the psychiatrist believe the horrors he finds?
He can only discover what I’m willing to share.
Others sought the truth pretending to care.
A child’s voice screams from deep inside.
Please leave me in darkness, allow me to hide.
No one will believe what happened that night.
Keep the secret do not force me into the light.
Perhaps I am crazy listening to this child’s voice.
Telling my story I can see I made the wrong choice.
Altering my course I allow the child to remain hidden.
Speaking of the horrors that are not forbidden.
Telling of my parent’s death, my eyes start to tear.
The psychiatrist tells me I need to face my fear.
Perhaps he is right I cannot go on this way.
Struggling with the darkness praying for the next day.
Back to where I first met the demons face to face.
A fear the child in me must be forced to embrace.
DARKNESS
BY: A.W. NUTTER
Darkness slowly overtakes the day.
It is time to bow our heads and pray.
The demons of the dark are taking flight.
Blood thirsty monsters that own the night.
I hear screams and the sounds of loved ones crying.
As people are left bleeding and dying.
All grows quiet as the carnage suddenly stops.
Warm sunshine begins to bathe our roof tops.
Evil cannot exist in the presence of light.
Satan’s daughters have to take flight.
A few hours peace before carnage starts again.
Sons and daughters of Eve suffering for the original sin.
A Life Taken
A. W. Nutter
Shadows moving avoiding the light.
Creatures of darkness remaining out of sight.
Running through the forest blinded with fear.
Knowing the demons are drawing near.
The beasts launch their merciless attack.
Sinking their fangs deep into your back.
You have to awaken from this nightmare somehow.
With your eyes tightly closed you hear the howls.
Announcing their victory they resume feeding.
Unaware their victim’s heart has quit beating.
You suddenly realize this was not a dream.
No one can hear as your spirit screams.
WILL I
BY A. W. NUTTER
Will I be able to feel the caress of an afternoon breeze?
Will I someday behold the beauty of the surrounding trees?
Will I ever enjoy the suns warmth on a cloudless day?
Will anyone ever send a kind word my way?
I hear the creaking of my bedroom door.
The sound of boots crossing the wooden floor.
I pull at the restraints but they have been tied to well.
Why am I forced to exist in this living hell?
Will your hands provide a loving touch or continue to cause me pain?
Will you continue to torture me until I’m driven insane?
Will you keep me in darkness until I go blind?
Will I always be looking for a peace I can not find?
I sit up in my bed awake at last.
Nightmares plaguing me, memories from the past.
I glance toward my wife sleeping so sound.
Would I ever be free or will I always be bound?
Somewhere the sun is shining.
Somewhere children are happy and laughing.
Somewhere imaginations can run free and fly high.
Still I wonder, will I?
Heroes Die
By A. W. Nutter
You stormed into my life as quickly as lightning pierces a darkened sky.
My demon cowered in your presence as he began to spin his lie.
Shoving the beast away from me you slowly knelt by my side.
As you removed the ropes from my arms and legs you started to cry.
Lifting me gently you cradled my small form against your chest.
As I moaned out in pain you lay me back down to rest.
Unable to contain your anger you turned on my dad.
Seeing him beat so severely shouldn’t have made me feel sad.
Pulling a shirt over my head we left in a hurry and I never looked back.
It was the last time I would ever see that painful little shack.
Driving through the night we stopped only for gas before we proceeded.
If I spoke I was punished your questions went unanswered, you knew what I needed.
You left me with a woman who was patient and allowed me to heal.
No pain or torment, her loving arms were all I would feel.
You never returned after rescuing me that night.
I never had the chance to thank you; now that I’m older I need to make it right.
I left in search of the man that risked his life for a complete stranger.
I wanted to ask, why would you rescue me and place yourself in danger?
My hands were trembling as I knocked on your door.
An old lady greeted me, as I introduced myself she collapsed to the floor.
Taking me by my hand she led me to the grave where her husband was buried.
I felt my knees going weak; it was my turn to be carried.
When your husband left I was small, in pain and full of fear.
I returned to say thank you after all these years.
Beaten severely by my father’s hand, but this pain was different, tears still fill my eyes.
My hero is gone, why did you have to die?
As I walked away I screamed profanities at Gods face.
Instead of vengeance I received Gods never ending grace.
A calmness washed over me as the Savior spoke with a slight grin.
I stand at the door and knock. If you want to see your hero once more, open the door and let me come in.
MY WORLD STOPPED TURNING TODAY
A. W. NUTTER
Pure evil was etched across your hideous face.
Compassion and love were concepts you could not embrace.
Your beatings created memories I can never push away.
A living demon that plagues my soul, night and day.
My world stopped turning today.
All my joy was taken away.
My father returning to plead on bended knee.
Words of forgiveness will never be spoken by me.
I was too young too escape, my life spared by a stranger.
You can not imagine the extent of my anger.
My world stopped turning today.
All my joy was taken away.
You beg me to forgive you, while I prayed for you to die.
I cherish the thought of seeing you lifeless staring toward the sky.
Pain suddenly appears on your face, your hands clutch at your chest.
The pills I hold will never pass your lips; it’s time my demon was laid to rest.
My world started spinning today.
My joy has returned to stay.
FIRST MOTHER
A. W. NUTTER
Standing beside your grave I think back to the first time we met.
The smile on your face is something I will never forget.
I stood in front of you trembling and in pain my fear keeping me bound.
You placed me on your lap and sang, Amazing Grace How Sweet The Sound.
As we rocked I struggled to keep my emotions in check.
I lost the battle as my tears began to moisten your neck.
You lovingly stroked my hair till my crying ceased and I fell asleep.
I was punished by others if I ever spoke, a rule I would find impossible to keep.
My tears were wiped away along with my fears; you removed all of my pain.
I was blessed when they brought me to you; inner peace is all that remains.
You knew someday, people would come and take me away.
To be given back to the one that gave birth, not allowed too stay.
I have traveled far but I always return to the first one that cared.
To embrace the love you so openly shared.
I lay two white roses on your grave one beside the other.
Remembering how you cried as I spoke my first words, calling you Mother.
CAPTURED SOUL
BY A.W.NUTTER
Please let me die, and set my soul free!
I pray for my death but no relief can I see.
Allow me to escape the pain and the fear.
You swing the bar; screams are what you want to hear.
My ribs break and with blood my lungs start to fill.
I’m being drawn toward a light on a distant hill.
It’s my turn to laugh, the end is drawing near.
I feel at peace in the Lords presence his message is clear.
My child’s hand reaches out to touch the creator.
I am told to return I can not stay with my savior.
The joy that filled my soul could not be measured.
Why can’t I stay Lord? This is what I treasured.
No answer was given. I awaken to see your horrible face.
My broken ribs your fingers begin to trace.
The tears start slowly, before long they’re streaming.
Touching my saviors hand, I must have been dreaming.
My thoughts of salvation are quickly abandoned.
As my pain once again you have summoned.
I scream over and over, a fool to have been praying.
Tormented forever, there’s no hope of escaping.
A. W. Nutter
It was our first trip in the jungle to do some scouting.
A fire fight broke out, running, shooting and shouting.
I reached out to take my best friends hand.
His blood was saturating this foreign countries land.
My soul was touched today.
My soul was touched a very special way.
No songs were sung, no scriptures were read.
For my comrade in arms who was now lying dead.
For the first time as a man, I hung my head and cried.
This was the day my best friend died.
My soul was touched today.
My soul was touched a very special way.
Now I cradle this very small child. His life nearly spent.
In war you are suppose to kill the enemy not the innocent.
Seems like I’m always crying, I hear your ragged breathing.
There’s not much I can do, I can’t stop the bleeding.
My soul was touched today.
My soul was touched a very special way.
I never meant for you to be harmed. This wasn’t your fight.
Please don’t die I’ll hold onto you all night.
Wrap your tiny arms around my neck squeeze me tightly against your chest.
We both need a safe place where we can rest.
My soul was touched today.
My soul was touched a very special way.
When you reach heaven you’ll see God face to face.
You will find the safety you searched for in his embrace.
I will continue begging forgiveness for what happened on that day.
I also search for safety and for my memories to be taken away.
My soul was touched today.
My soul was touched a very special way.