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Porter Dec 2014
find me sleep and take me
to the place I want to go

no sadness depth of missing
no crushing tales tales of woe

thunder past the stars
silver dust across your eye

rain the dreams of everlast
where steeds of diamond fly

if the dark should take me
just know i found my place

i'm back where i belong
a dancing smile on her face
Porter Dec 2014
throat you rip is mine
princess of the day

ever gushing viper
stabbing things astray

walk the black you pave
with your shining lies

you will ride the post
impaled and harbor flies

did it all for daddy
found the perfect one

watch you priss in fire
see your glowing fun

hair that grips so nicely
blouse with designer tag

will have to use my foot
to stuff you in this bag
Porter Dec 2014
the wind was haunting.
reminded me of sand between
our toes and skin on mine as
the sun hit the water exploding
into the pinks and oranges
that reminded us how we felt.
just when the sky could give
no more her hand took mine
and the stars smiled, their
fire illuminating our hearts
and bursting into sparks;
landing on the sand, happy
to witness something like us.
Porter Dec 2014
heard the rain one day
hypnotic on the glass

its melancholy song
and shining in the grass

so many drops that fall
like many drops are shed

water music plays
encore for the dead

leaves whisper tears
a raven in the oak

here to take me home
travel wind and smoke

i heard the rain again
saw my home at last

i slid softly down the leaf
into the shining grass
Porter Dec 2014
if you leave
forever

none will
ever take

moments that
we shared

that taste like
chocolate cake
Porter Dec 2014
fields are dry now
air coarse with echoes
of husks scratching in
a breeze of fire

peeling crackle mocks
love that for a time created
lushness

the bursting laughter
of earth scorched
to **** and bone

rhythmic creak of
wood underneath was
a simple thing

the sky was pink
and then his eyes
saw nothing
Porter Dec 2014
a desert without sand
how lonely they must be

twisted burning crust of
the thing they used to be

seething tongues of blood
squeaks that cut like briars

tortured by themselves
our gnashing little liars

it's only love they need
a bucket want of fill

caress them with a rusty blade
head thumping down the hill
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