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Kim Porter Poem
In my mind, thousands of memories swim around.
Funny how we store them up,sort and stack them,are them.
I'm so glad sometimes,
glad nobody can see....
all the memory storehouses
that live and breath deep down inside of me.
Every wonderful sunset,
and flowers that were picked just for me.
Faces that became my past,
sweet nothings, and broken dreams,
good intentions and many promises
they should have known wouldn't last.
And,
times I've spent with my family,
my sister and two dads.
A bus-ride with my brother they'll never let me forget!
The laughter of my childhood,
and the moment I heard my daughter cry for the first time,
sweet bliss.
So many, many others,
but I think I'll let those be.
It still amazes the moments we chose to keep.
A reflection of what makes us so unique.
I guess i'm gonna close the vault,
it seems I found some peace,
and yes it's okay, I've come to learn
some of those dancing memories will never cease.
Copyright © Kim Porter | Year Posted 2007
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Kim Porter Poem
Dawn has come upon me once again.
Shadows melt and become dancing crystals of beautiful light,
and as I watch silently in my bed all alone
your haunting memories in vain I try to fight.
Then a thought soundlessly escaped me
drifting back through endless time.
back to a morning...
...You nudge me. Asking if it is time for you to go.
There are countless times I can recall
of how I longed for you to stay.
Just us inside our cocoon,
touching, dreaming, making endless love throughout the day.
But I knew back to your lifes reality
without me was where you were to head.
Babe, did you know that you would always
fall asleep before I ever could.
I'd gently touch your body,
every line I knew so well.
We'd lay naked side by side
and I secretly told you of the things
I dreamed I never could.
The words I whispered so dearly,
locked forever away into your heart.
Years from now you'd hear them
and remember of how I felt toward you then.
I love and miss you still completely,
the loss of you, the space you left,
may never go away.
So up my window goes.
A satisfied smile slowly creeps across your face.
"I'll see you later babe," suddenly fades to gray.
I watch your back in bitter sadness
as you quickly sride away.
I bow my head and shed a shatteringly painful tear,
my eyes already searching helplessly,
while I watch you disappear.
I caught a beam of morning sun
glinting in your hair.
I raised my hand to wave goodbye,
and silently called your name.
I heard the motor start to cough,
I tried to catch my breath.
You simple couldn't see,
without a shred of emotion,
how easily you forever walked away from me.
Yet I really cannot see how loving you
so much could have ever have been a sin.
You'll always hold the one true key.
I guess I always knew it from right then,
that morning was to be the last
I'd ever hold you near.
I blink.
The world outside has come awake,
and the sound of your car
has finally faded away.
I shut and locked that window tight,
trying to protect myself from feeling such desperate pain.
I look once more out over the ledge,
but there is only heavenly sunshine
once where you have been.
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The heart is a vast ocean of memories,
remnants of things that once were.
A helpless face, and a shattered dream.
I long to recall the sweetest parts,
yet it just cannot be.
I would be shortchanging myself of rightfulness and truth,
and another lie would be weaved for you.
I go on from here,
this ending page for us,
as you too become an expensive memory,
flung out into the hearts merciless ocean.
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Words are our mortal enemy
they destruct the inner most part
of the human soul
Cut like sharp scissors and paper
just one swift snip and it's a wound
wounds heal,
but memories remain like scar tissue
that you simply cannot see.
We are spendthrifts with words
we squander and hide them
but sometimes they escape
and burn down all the firehouses
the ones far upon the sloping hills
be careful how you play
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In a crowd where theirs always an
empty chair,
we gather.
All of us feel apart from,
dissected,
alone.
We've been rejected.
For quite some time, I sat.
Reflecting hurt and secrets
still
locked behind stone walls,
yet.
The only one
(well really a fabrication I chose to
believe who remotely mattered , . . .
. . .me.)
And
all I was able to see were two huge eyes
full of anguish
A
Soul
oozing
nothing but grief and despair, all of me,
myself,
and my
E M P T Y N E S S
exposed.
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Kim Porter Poem
Sing me, sing me, sing me
a lillaby...
wipe away the hell
I live in day to day,
oblivious to love,
wretched names,
mind ....
Fly to a land far, far,
away,
from the words
that flame from you
incensed to my lonely
core,
I believe in no more,
sorrow cannot encompass
the way I feel inside
I'm sick of all the
"No I didn't" lies.
wake up, wake up,
wake up from your
self -centered dream
things can be bought
and sold, hardley ever what
they seem.
love is broken, is an
illusion,
keep on singing, singing,
singing that played out lullaby.
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It is never far enough away,
the dark that descends
and swims through me.
It stole my soul, my joy, my dreams,
as it numbed and distorted
the sense of my reality.
My boy they took,
how could I ever describe,
ever explain,
the feelings that engulfed
me on that night?
A vow was made to
my god high above,
and a battle began to wage,
so resolute I stood
on the precipice of today.
Inside I hear the screaming,
hear the beautiful babel
of my babe,
It's haunting, still lingering
in the shadows of
all my yesterdays.
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Iv'e crossed seas that to try and contain
their vastness is beyond human capability.
And Iv'e felt a thousand old age warriors
come alive inside of my solitary meeting place.
Iv'e felt my child ripped from her warm safe place,
at least I always had her skirts to hide in.
What about her and who am I?
all the nights she lay inside of me.
I could be all she needed then....
At least I could give her life.
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