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 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
Femi
I am not black and white like you want me to be.

I am something - somewhat, sunshine-pink,
and thunder rolling grey.

I am the sky-high blue
that brushes my eager fingertips against marshmallow clouds
and maybe -
I am everything in between.
and maybe -
I am a canvas scraped clean.

But one thing I am not...
is black and white like you want me to be.
For my Father
 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
East Wind
I count stars
to pass my days
because I don't know
what else to do
I count sheep
to fall asleep
because I don't know
how else to breathe
I stay in a haze
to navigate inside my head
because I don't know
how else to live
And whenever you walk by
I stay low
because I don't know
how to say hello
Salient pools swarmed upon
Seas
Of blackened
Amber,
Reflected
Neon gazes,
And
The love that could never be.

She knew it.

I knew it.

Hell, Even my luggage knew it.

All that remained were the footsteps
And in opposite directions.
 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
cgembry
I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning
 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
GaryFairy
solely engrossed, slow to emotions
prone to be a soul that is broken
lowly focus, frozen devotion
vocal notions erode when unspoken

(doing fine, i lie with a smile
while i fight my own quiet trial
i clear my head, i'm alright for a while
but
a mind that is clear is a mind in denial)

goal, avoidance of a throat opened
my vocal notions will go unspoken
choking on the voices stolen
prone to be a soul that is broken
I was ready to quit this site, but all the support that I have received while I wasn't even active has changed my mind. Thanks to all who have read my writing. Hugs to you all!
time fell through bone fingers
as ashes do
when spilled
Wow.... this is way more likes than I could have ever anticipated. Thanks, everyone! :)
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