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Josh Porto Poem
I know sometimes you feel like your alone,
I speak to you in that reassuring tone,
hey, I'll say it with a smile....
if he didn't see how amazing you are
he isn't worth your while,
You'll smile at me, say 'thanks, your such a friend......'
and I'll stand emotionless, stuck at that end....
each pain, each tear, each heart ache,
I hear the same, I fear, how much more can your heart take?
is there a way I can end it all.....
my love, my joy, life at its fall, its yours.
I'll give you everything, except my wonder.......
of how everything, and perfect,
are not the same......
Copyright © Josh Porto | Year Posted 2008
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Josh Porto Poem
The day is soon, I do not fear it,
make my tomb of oak, but dont let ignorance near it......
I write it down, my will and trust,
my life's intentions seamed so just...
points after death are a must:
line one it reads: to my family, who struggled so hard,
did you ever stop to think your just a human being?
line two in ink: to my friends, whom I never understood,
keep on living, I knew you would anyway
line three, the world: fix yourself, get over petty cries,
make your lives worth witnessing, before it dies....
Request:
bury me by the sea, so I could feel where I could never be,
give all I own, even skin and bone, to those hope lies alone...
don't mourn but smile, celebrate....hopefully my life wasn't all trials...
tell my mother she did it all, if she breaths, without her Id surely fall,
to my eldest brother, you were my inspiration, live out your aspirations,
to my father, give my printed memories, for then he may actually know me...
To be recited at my passing:
I did not live out of spite or jealousy,
I did not dwell on whats right or vanity,
Living.....was my joy...
So when you hear this, don't lose a single tear,
don't let your life float amiss, theres so much more to hear,
listen......do you hear it...
Its the wind blowing at your feet, caressing your skin, it feels like relief,
take a moment , breath it in, look far, then look deep,
take it.....and make it your own...
Live, even when it seams life isn't worth the grief,
I was but one, you all are many....
remember me, not in sadness,
remember me, for her and what I say,
Life is but a joy,
don't swing it away.....
Copyright © Josh Porto | Year Posted 2008
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