tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808958524610076062024-02-08T08:11:25.485-08:00My mind, my view, my storySher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-56799281264094313012010-09-19T00:10:00.001-07:002010-09-19T00:14:08.062-07:00See this isn't my heart<br />My heart is warm and caring<br />It loves to love<br />It helps<br />It feels for others<br />It keeps me going<br />No, this is not my heart<br />This heart is cold and distant<br />It's brittle<br />Unable to understand others<br />Constantly in pain<br />It's slowly killing me<br />What did you do with my heart<br />Why did you take it<br />I have nothing for myself and nothing to give<br />My heart was stolen<br />I don't know how to get it backSher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-79553553111051949912010-09-18T23:41:00.000-07:002010-09-19T00:01:37.864-07:00I decided it was too lateI walked onto the train tracks<br />And I decided that today was the day<br />I decided that if the conductor saw me it would be too late<br />If I screamed no one would hear me<br />As the train rides away<br />If I lay dead on the tracks who anyone see me<br />Who anyone stop to help me<br />I decided that none of it was as simple as yes or no<br />I decided that once the train came I would never really know the answer<br />Because I would be gone<br />I stood and I realized<br />I wasn't alone<br />I stood with hundreds more young and old<br />Standing on the tracks<br />Waiting for the same fate<br />Not acknowledging that anyone else was there<br />I realized there were cars passing by us, none stopping<br />Unwilling to help<br />Unwilling to take the time to notice<br />Unwilling to be selfless<br />We were all caught in our own<br />I decided to step off the tracks<br />I decided that nothing would change<br />Hundreds more would return tomorrow<br />And more cars would pass<br />And the train would still come<br />I wondered why they were still there<br />I wondered why I was there<br />I decided this wasn't right<br />I screamed begging for someone to notice<br />For someone else to leave the tracks<br />For someone to leave their car<br />The train came<br />Two cars stopped<br />Five people left the tracks<br />The train left<br />I wondered how long it would take for the dead bodies to be seen<br />I decided eight voices won't matter<br />If hundreds more refuse to listenSher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-39817651334099143332010-07-21T19:26:00.000-07:002010-07-21T19:30:04.378-07:00No moreYou'll never know<br />What you did<br />You may apologize day after day<br />But you'll never know<br />You may think what you are doing is right<br />But you don't know<br />Because it wasn't you<br />You didn't get hurt<br />I did<br />You didn't get lied to<br />I did<br />You didn't get disrespected<br />I did<br />You don't look like the fool<br />I do<br />I let you in one last time<br />Because I am the fool<br />But no more hurt<br />No more pain<br />Because then I'll be goneSher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-77255183382738069382010-06-16T02:12:00.001-07:002010-06-16T02:15:56.849-07:00untitledIt's time to rewrite my own history<br />Best part about life<br />Is nothing's ever written in stone<br />Or pen, for that matter<br />One eraser could change my whole life<br />Erase you so you can never come backSher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-43047304322221292482010-06-09T22:22:00.001-07:002010-06-12T16:57:49.494-07:00My TreeI am not one<br />I belong to my father<br />A man analytical views and new age thoughts<br />A man of great thoughts<br />Though few of great words<br />The tongue of blade<br />Striking when the time is right<br />A man of his word<br />A man who chose not to flight<br />I belong to my mother<br />A creative woman who's eyes look to God<br />Her words speak volumes<br />Her heart holds on far more than it can carry<br />An attacker at times<br />But continues to bury more inside<br />I am not my own<br />I was bore by my mother<br />And planted by my father<br />Their love grew me<br />And then grew apart<br />My tree is broken though many have tried to repair<br />I grown by the water<br />Hoping its healings will bless my roots<br />But though wet, I stay in pieces<br />I was not meant to be whole<br />At least not yet<br />I was born of many differences<br />Unable to grow together<br />So they grew apart<br />I grew with themSher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-83906497973906393142010-06-09T21:25:00.000-07:002010-06-09T21:42:36.111-07:00Do I?Good morning mirror<br />How do I look today?<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look pretty?</span><br />Not really, but I can get there<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look ready?</span><br />No, but it does not mean I'm not<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look older?</span><br />Yes, but I suppose that's nothing new<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look wiser?</span><br />No, but I suppose wise is not a look<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look fatter?</span><br />Maybe<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look taller?</span><br />No, no I do not<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look different?</span><br />I think so, but I'm not sure why<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look good enough for you?</span><br />I suppose I can't answer that for you<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look good enough for me?</span><br />Yes I do<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">That's what's different</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Do I look happy?</span><br />Happier than I've ever beenSher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-13198334940967469552010-06-09T20:58:00.000-07:002010-06-09T21:15:34.022-07:00It's not just meEmpty my heart and you may have it<br />Release the misery and bring it joy<br />Remove the rot and let it glow<br />I will not be that girl<br />If you promise not to be that guy<br />I will not bring him with me<br />If you promise not to be him<br />I want to give us my all<br />But I need you too<br />This is not a one way street<br />A street that leads only through me<br />I need you next to me<br />Your river, your road, your connection<br />When you don't exist, I still do<br />But I rather not<br />If I cannot be with you<br />Can I have the same promise<br />That you will do the same<br />That you will exist without me<br />But feel overjoyed at my presence<br />Make me that promise that it will never start<br />I've vowed to give you me<br />Now vow me.Sher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080895852461007606.post-26699314446789167782010-06-09T20:29:00.000-07:002010-06-09T20:41:54.596-07:00IntroHello,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />This is my project for the summer. I hope you do enjoy. If you have any suggestions, offer them up.Sher Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11769522866912630480noreply@blogger.com0