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 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
kala
i knew i had fallen
when you were taken from me
and i drowned in my own sorrow
for months
when you wouldn't leave this
ugh
wretched damsel
when i showed you the landscape
of me
and you insist upon creating shelter
upon it
when i stayed awake long hours
of the night
scared and
desperate and
wishing and
hoping
that you were the dove that stayed
who would never lift a talon
to my fragile soul.
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
1487
I remember
when you jumped
into my parents basement stairs

I remember
when you jumped
into the empty chamber of my heart

*And I remember
when you broke both.
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
1487
Daddy said,
"you'll never find a man
with a temper like that."

I told him,
"that's their problem."
true story
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
Naomie
**** , clat
My heels pound on the street
**** , clat
A steady beat
**** , clat
Something follows
**** , clat
A heartbeat empty and hollow
if this kinda thing's supposed
to come from within

I haven't the slightest clue
where to begin

with all of swings of life
some connect with the chin

the concrete will become
comfort if you let it

there's no harm in loving
I must remember that thought

after all is said and done
it's nearly all that I've got

love sick, running fever
nose dripping with snot

the feeling of sun rays
I nearly forgot

I long to overcome this
sickness full force

father's of creation will
surely endorse

the reincarnation of
of what was once before

it can be from the ashes
a riveting sight

puts weight on your heart
nearly blinds the eye

that notion of vision, though,
won't satisfy

theres things that lay deeper
than vision in the mind

I want to share with you
a whole happy fool

that waits up past sane
hour thinking of you

I'm neurotic and terrified,
brain all askew

though I need only know
you think of me too

all I need to know
is you feel me too

all I want to know
is you want me with you
eat your heart out James Joyce

just kidding, I'm not worthy
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
TV
It's strange, at times, I find
What books can mean to me.
My life, inside, reflected back
Almost instantly.
They rest on shelves, holding knowledge
Almost timidly.
How can it be, their wisdom rings
In eternity?
Every time I pick up east of eden, it seems like I'm reading bits of my own story. It's such an amazing book!
Every single
mistake of mine,
even the recurring ones,
patiently you edit within
and read as if it's fine,
nothing has ever gone wrong.

see!
what your love
incomparable
has to me done,
my poor, darling!

in my writing, they see
the grammar fully muddled,
so many words I spell wrong.

I see this, only when
others, bitterly, loudly complain
gentle soul, your'e forgiving,
but the world isn't,vengeful it seems,
don't you see the predators, prowling?

Why don't you consider the truth,
I am imperfect, want to be corrected
why not help me change,
tell me where I go wrong, urge
I'll certainly adore you more for that.
Darling, don't turn a blind eye to my faults, out of love
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