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porter.poetry
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rising in spite of where i’m from
a southern belle and gay woman
these roots not defining my self
vowing to live this life honestly
despite the south’s hold on me
believing in love in truest form
no matter how others may see
hoping for change in my home...
Poetry
it all began when i was young
the songstress of my slumber
she sang to me in my dreams
first a song of beauty and love
then a song of terror and fear
what once was oh so beautiful
now frightens me in the dark
left to her devices and mercy...
Horror
the trajectory after rock bottom
easy upward ride to the surface
breathing in the fresh clean air
circumstances will be changing
fortune will finally smile at you
quality of life can still transform
our universe will take care of us
feeding us from her own garden...
neither created nor destroyed
what happens to our energy
when we pass from this life
is it absorbed into the ground
maybe seeped into the universe
to be magically distributed
or perhaps it follows our souls
as a guide to the other side...
Drama
i thought i needed a man in my life
to guide me through every decision
wondering why i wasn’t ever happy
not realizing it was because of them
who they were, what they represent
how things have changed until now
living my life happily with my wife
not fretting over storms in teacups...
my friends had been begging me
for a seldom had girls’ night out
i thought of tons of valid excuses
knowing i wouldn’t hear the end
an ultimate motivation to say yes
we picked a bar that was close by
within a walking distance for me
half way when men grabbed me
heels falling down to the ground
shoving me quickly in the trunk
cruising around for many hours
not knowing what would occur
on the...
Thriller
a recipe like no other before it
ingredients of the highest caliber
dash in a bit of salt and pepper
allow to marinate to perfection
stir in the fingers one at a time
add in a few toes to your taste
the muscles soon will be tender
neighbors tastes best served hot...
walking into the police station
requesting to speak with a chief
needing to report my husband
living with long years of abuse
describing what happened to me
deciding to tell the whole truth
admitting to what i did to him
killing him for what he did to me...
my door shut oh so tightly
in case the monster comes
hearing nightly screaming
wails throughout the dark
slamming against the wall
where is my mom and dad
i see my mom the next day
the monster is moving out...
i moved into my grandma’s house
she only lived a block away
it was the summer of my senior year
and i needed a place to stay
she made up her spare room for me
a dresser and an old twin bed
it was humble but it would suffice
as a place to lay my head
that first night i turned in early
kicked my shoes off with a sigh
but i couldn’t get any sleep at all
because i could hear a baby cry
the n...