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Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

Dr Zik

They! ..........
Who are satisfied with this occurring! ….
In this sight, in this night
After a bit interval! ....
Who say after a while!
To us! ....
Hay! What do you want to say?
What would we want to say to them?
Who don’t wanna make change in life!
They! ..........
Who are satisfied with this occurring! ….
In this sight, in this night
After a bit interval! ....
Who say after a while!
To us! ....
If they would like to say! ...
Hay! What an excellent saying of yours! …
We too wanna say to them ….
They! ..........
Who are satisfied with this occurring! ….
In this sight, in this night
Hay! ….
What an excellent saying of yours! …

translation of own Urdu poem "Uun K Naam" (اُن کے نام), book's name"Rah Takti Aankh" (راہ تکتی آنکھ).

#night #sight #saying #satisfied #excellent #occuring

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

cheers to the teenage years

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

wecanonlywish

cheers to the teenage years

never in your life will you have so much ahead of you
and yet you have nothing at all.
the first party, you drank too much.
at least your best friend held your hair when you vomitted.
the first kiss, was in the back seat of his car.
he ignored you the next week at school.
the first trip to the beach was in july.
the boys stared at you in your swimsuit for the first time.
the first date was at the movies.
he touched your knee and kissed your neck.
the first time life when really hit you,
was when you realized growing up isn't a good thing.

I wanted this to sound really disconnected, much like a teenager's thoughts. Hopefully you guys can relate to this--I sure can.

#love #sad #life #teenager #beautiful #summer #young #old #pretty

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

battles

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

wecanonlywish

battles

you cry in the shower,
because you dont want them to hear.
the people who are supposed to love you most,
are the ones who aren't even near.
you've been fighting a war on the battlefield of your mind,
a war that no one else seems to find.

#love #poetry #life #beautiful #rhyme

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

Moosehead Ballroom

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

Ethan Christopher

Moosehead Ballroom

The surface of the water at Garrett Lake
is a ballroom floor, the bluest of hardwoods.
Hiding itself within its leafy forest green walls, which
if looked upon closely, one would swear you can see the woods.
We blazed a trail past a fallen trunk,
presumably lightning struck
whose roots had twisted
into the shape of a moose
fallen to sleep or endure breathe no more,
past the row of trees split
by the trail. One side
Life, the other death.
We found our way to an elder pine
who wanted to be a pier
and dove down so we could
sit upon him, no longer on land,
legs dangling like a chandelier above the ballroom.

#sleep #dreams #nature #water #trees #lake #moose #lightning #twisted #chandelier

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

Winding

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

Ethan Christopher

Winding

You lean into these curves
like we were going faster
down these one lane back-roads.
My dog, Moon, curled on some coats

beside me in the back.
My window cracked, cold, keen air
sweeps my hair, a breeze of
kisses like a natural

mother spreading aloe
on my sunburns. We blaze on,
winding through twists and turns.
The road is out there. Trust me.

#love #kiss #friendship #breeze #wind #safety #dog #drive #road

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

comfort zone

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

wecanonlywish

comfort zone

poetry should flow freely from the ravine of your soul.

not to be kept by the guardian of your conscience.

true thoughts and innocence are muddled by a large vocabulary and overworked mind.

sit back and relax. allow your inner child to pick up the pen and write what you've felt all along.

#love #poem #life #lesson

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

plastic cities

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

wecanonlywish

plastic cities

this city wraps me in cellophane,
i can never breathe right.
its harsh winds and harsh words beat me.
i wake up to the sounds of grinding metal.
i can't escape, as our unrequited love will never end.
the city that hates me for loving it.
the city i hate to love.
this city will always be black and white,
not to be softened by the innocence of color.
it must remain strong.
i must remain strong.
i must clock in and clock out.
enslaved in a life i never wanted to live.
in a city i never imagined i'd love.
trapped in a cellophane life,
in a cellophane city.

chicago-this one's for you

#poem #haiku #city

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

scattered

Mar 2015 Porter Olsson

Ethan Christopher

scattered

My desk is never clean.
pipes and wads of paper
broken pencils and half full glasses of water
a mostly finished bottle of wine.
the cork is lying around here somewhere
my wax melter spilled little candles
and there is a thin layer of kief under my mat.
I do everything here
with a rolling chair I found
I'm not sure where anymore
draped coat arms dance when I spin around
in the chair, swinging up to say hello
to me, pen in hand,
a fresh glass of water to soon join the others
and a lamp that is too bright for my eyes

#life #hope #magic #work