Wednesday, June 16, 2010

untitled

It's time to rewrite my own history
Best part about life
Is nothing's ever written in stone
Or pen, for that matter
One eraser could change my whole life
Erase you so you can never come back

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

My Tree

I am not one
I belong to my father
A man analytical views and new age thoughts
A man of great thoughts
Though few of great words
The tongue of blade
Striking when the time is right
A man of his word
A man who chose not to flight
I belong to my mother
A creative woman who's eyes look to God
Her words speak volumes
Her heart holds on far more than it can carry
An attacker at times
But continues to bury more inside
I am not my own
I was bore by my mother
And planted by my father
Their love grew me
And then grew apart
My tree is broken though many have tried to repair
I grown by the water
Hoping its healings will bless my roots
But though wet, I stay in pieces
I was not meant to be whole
At least not yet
I was born of many differences
Unable to grow together
So they grew apart
I grew with them

Do I?

Good morning mirror
How do I look today?
Do I look pretty?
Not really, but I can get there
Do I look ready?
No, but it does not mean I'm not
Do I look older?
Yes, but I suppose that's nothing new
Do I look wiser?
No, but I suppose wise is not a look
Do I look fatter?
Maybe
Do I look taller?
No, no I do not
Do I look different?
I think so, but I'm not sure why
Do I look good enough for you?
I suppose I can't answer that for you
Do I look good enough for me?
Yes I do
That's what's different
Do I look happy?
Happier than I've ever been

It's not just me

Empty my heart and you may have it
Release the misery and bring it joy
Remove the rot and let it glow
I will not be that girl
If you promise not to be that guy
I will not bring him with me
If you promise not to be him
I want to give us my all
But I need you too
This is not a one way street
A street that leads only through me
I need you next to me
Your river, your road, your connection
When you don't exist, I still do
But I rather not
If I cannot be with you
Can I have the same promise
That you will do the same
That you will exist without me
But feel overjoyed at my presence
Make me that promise that it will never start
I've vowed to give you me
Now vow me.

Intro

Hello,

My name is Sher Porter, a recent graduate from the University of La Verne. Although I did receive my degree in journalism, I do like to have fun and be creative with my writing every once and a while. I mainly write poetry, but sometimes am inspired to write short stories. My goal one day, is to write a book.

Some of what I write is based on real events and some of what I write is fabricated straight from my noggin. But, I will never say which is which.

This is my project for the summer. I hope you do enjoy. If you have any suggestions, offer them up.