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Nathan Porter May 2017
Maybe this soul deserves a new carrier
This body and mind have succeeded in naught but failure

If I could give it to someone else
And entrust it to a better carrier

I would feel so much more like myself
And far less like my own failure

I say that I’m sorry
I tell you not to worry

But the simple fact remains

My soul should not remain in me
Not when I’ve failed to let it be

My soul has failed to grow in me
Or I have failed to let it
My soul does not belong in me
I think I should release it

Release it with a fitting end
It might find another place to be alive
Release it with a heart un-rend
And maybe it can thrive

Goodbye, oh my soul
Oh, my soul
I wish you the best of luck
Maybe you can find
Someone who can always give a- stop
You say, whispering in my ear
I whimper
It’s going to be okay, you claim, relaxing my many fears
Step down from the ledge, there’s nothing to be feared,
I always know you’re worried, even if it seems you never cared.
I whimper again
You look at me
I trust you, you say
I don’t believe you
What you say has rhyme and reason
I have none of that
It’s okay, you say again
I love you more than any other friend
I don’t step down
I want to step over
I want to be over
But speaking of over
You keep saying I love you, over and over
But I don’t understand
That doesn’t make sense
Why would you care?
This is no way to live.
Rather I’d die
Instead of hurting you again.
Just bored, wrote it up.
Nathan Porter May 2017
Eyes that don’t see
Ears that don’t hear
Face that doesn’t feel
Tongue that lacks taste
Nose without scent
Senses overloaded
Assaulted all out
Sight, sound, suffering
Senses overloaded
Pleased by your everything
Eyes that see your face and love
Ears that hear your voice and love
Face that feels your lips and loves
Tongue that tastes your kiss and loves
Nose that smells your scent and loves
Senses overloaded
Assaulted all out
Revived by your everything
And I love you for it.
Nathan Porter May 2017
You say in a new way
Every new day
How you love me

Proving
In a new way
Every new day
That I love you

Showing
In a great way
It’s a great day
And I love you

Glowing
I love your face
All your great ways
These are great days
Nathan Porter May 2017
Tears and Tears
Eyes and Hearts
Glass and Mirrors
Sight and shards
Blood and water
Both in the gutter
Products of hate
By dying we create
Life from our bones
Love from our eyes
And when the light leaves them
The roots take hold
And a new day dawns
On the life that is the product of our death
Nathan Porter Mar 2017
There once was a little boy
His teddy was his favorite toy
Without it he could feel no joy

One day the bear was sadly lost
And his smiling face became ever cross
There could never be a larger loss
For that little boy.

The loss of his favorite toy
Led desperation to the boy
He sought out as many ways
To again see his teddy’s face
As the world had known

He found the bear, bruised and beaten
Beyond repair, its death was nearing
With extra care, he lifted the toy
Tears fell from the little boy
But then he heard his Father coming
And assured him help was on the way.
Just a bit of an allegory to brighten some struggling person's day. Fathers play an important role in our lives, and it seems that they can do anything.
Nathan Porter Feb 2017
Misled, heartbroken,
Unclean, thoughts spoken
Bad words, Sadly croaking
Eyes filled, tears flowing
An author’s power
Turns me sour
In this hour
Pain becomes a tower

Tall is the tower
Made by pain
No further gain

Aided by words
Slashing like swords

An author’s power
With words to devour
Strength to empower
But leads to only my cower.
Nathan Porter Jan 2017
An angry acid boils as my stomach churns,
The face of my loved one filled with tears,
As away from me it turns,
The day had been looked on with anticipation,
But only loss lurked in my own emancipation,

The freedom of that day led to unkind words,
Words meant for no one, save the worst of lords,

Guilt leading to my own demise,
Wondering if I would ever rise,
Never to see the light of saving grace
All because of the tears on my love’s face.

— The End —