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Oct 2017 · 196
All We Have Left
Grace Porter Oct 2017
For his children he will do
Anything so that
They can climb to the
Height of the stars and shine
Eternally among them. All will
Remember his loving strength.

Made so that her children can
Obtain the stars. Yet
They remain grounded
Here on earth drawn to her loving
Embrace whispering their love in
Return for her guiding hand

Born to be protectors and
Reach for their dreams
Over the walls
That try and bring them down from they
Highest stars where they reside. They,
Entangled in the walk of life
Return when they are called

Staying close but spreading wings
Inspiring love among the
Strong and the weak
Trying new things and
Earning every respect owed and
Residing in the hearts of all

From these four
All who love can thrive,
More goodness is gained
In the world, and
Love can overcome all evil.
Young and old, take heed of these words.

                                                                     They, are all we have left.
Acrostic
Mar 2016 · 887
Denial Haiku
Grace Porter Mar 2016
I'm in denial
that I might have defiled
God’s great plan for me.
Mar 2016 · 456
Love is...
Grace Porter Mar 2016
Love is a story,
From once upon a time, straight through happily ever afterlife.

Love is saying hello
Love is the first date
Love is all the dates after that
Love is meeting her father
Love is asking
Love is saying yes
Love is living through the planning
Love is a white dress
Love is a small house
Love is the first cry of a child
Love is mud on your hands
Love is cookies in the oven
Love is a garden
Love is a puppy
Love is family game night
Love is tears on behalf of the other
Love is a fight
Love is apologizing first
Love is making up
Love is growing up
Love is a hug
Love is coming back
Love is being a family
Love is a hospital bed with a never empty chair next to it.
Love is a coffin adorned with flowers
Love is following.

Because love is more than till death do us part.
Love is Eternal.
Feb 2016 · 581
Sensation
Grace Porter Feb 2016
“It’s the new sensation that’s gripping the nation!”
It is the greatest thing humanity has ever seen,
a phone with a touch screen…

Everyone has one now,
it’s as normal as having fingers
an extension of our arms.

Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr…
all have to be checked, watched, updated.
I have to spill my guts to a screen behind which hides strangers.

“I know you. from Facebook.”  That’s what they all say.
The thing is I don’t know you,
you are the person who found me through a mutual friend
a mutual friend of a mutual friend.

I don't know you,
You haven’t updated your feed in months.
you know me though.

Last week on twitter you saw I had posted that I was feeling depressed.
Two nights ago on Instagram that picture of me at a party
today at lunch, on Facebook I posted a tribute for my second cousin.
a mutual friend.

there is no sensation…
I have a callous on each of my fingertips
the overheating screen no longer burns my hands.
the glow no longer irritates my eyes.

The phone with a touch screen,
sending us information from all of time and space
From love and tragedy.
From the good and bad

Every day I post what happens in my life.
the good the bad and the ugly
as cliche as it is there is no other way to say it.

Everyday I read about other people’s happy endings and good deeds
I read about the people who have conquered the world’s evils.
then I open a new tab and read about the ones who lost.
The girl who gave into the need of some comfort and let him do it
The boy who believed that he was so unloved he jumped it
The girl who starved to death so she could be skinny in the casket
The boy who is hurt by his parents so he hurts others to make up for it
The girl who finds the razor behind the shelf in the bathroom and uses it
The boy who takes the drugs to escape it
The girl who goes to prison for stealing it
The children who don't know what to do.

Because that’s the truth,
this is what the phone has done.
we can’t feel anymore.
there is no emotion in a text message.
on social media.

there are only empty word of condolences and congratulations
the only honest thing online is hate
hate to another person because you can’t stand the idea
That they can still feel
and you lost that ability when you let the phone pull your soul out and dump it in a database
called Facebook, Instagram, and twitter.

They own you now,
they tell you what you are
who you are
and who you’re going to be.

the world’s greatest invention is what’s going to **** us.

— The End —