Friday, June 1, 2018

Lost

Lost
by M. F. B. Porter


My head is spinning and
I’m beginning to lose myself.

Who Are You?

Who Are You?
by M. F. B. Porter


“Who are you?”  she demands.
Silence.
My throat is dry.

Rule of Thirds

Rule of Thirds
by M. F. B. Porter


Stuck in this world, divided
I’m trapped from everyone
and they’re trapped from me.

Mint Chocolate Chip

Mint Chocolate Chip
by M. F. B. Porter


Your favorite ice cream
brings it all back and
reminds you of when you were a kid

The View from Here (A Lyric)

The View From Here (a lyric)
by M. F. B. Porter


From where I stand on this rooftop,
The view is quite different from the ground.

Dozen's Deep (A Day in the Life)

Dozen’s Deep (A Day in the Life)
by M. F. B. Porter


A day in the life
A dime a dozen

You'll Be the Death of Me

You’ll Be the Death of Me
by M. F. B. Porter


I knew when I saw his ghostly white blonde hair
That he would be the death of me.
His effervescent skin
His charm and debonair

Sometimes, Anyway

Sometimes, Anyway
by M. F. B. Porter


If I could rip my heart out and
hold it in my hand,
sometimes I think
I’d cut out the pieces of you.  
After so long, why does
so much of it belong to you,
anyway?

Precipice

Precipice
by M. F. B. Porter


Standing in this void
surrounded by stars
I feel closer to the
truth than i’ve ever been.

Postcard Love

Postcard Love
by M. F. B. Porter


It was sitting in my mailbox,
from a few days past-
a stamp in the corner
all the way from Belfast.

Poisonous

Poisonous
by M. F. B. Porter


Poison in my heart
Poison in my brain
Poison in my blood
Poison in my veins

Like the Wind

Like the Wind
by M. F. B. Porter


“Like the Wind” -- You call me.
Did you think I would sound like the wind?
Did you think that the wind would somehow embody my spirit?
Is my spirit like the wind?

Lighthouse on the Water

Lighthouse on the Water
by M. F. B. Porter


Lighthouse
On the water
Shining it’s
Narrow light

Inferno

Inferno
by M. F. B. Porter


Staring at the sun
So brilliant and bright
As its rays shine down
Pure golden light

Lucina

Lucina
by M. F. B. Porter


Part 1


I once knew a girl who I loved at first sight
Who had raven hair as dark as the night

Elevator

Elevator
by M. F. B. Porter



Ding.


I walk on, surrounded by people
Who look more or less
Like me

Don't Fear the Reaper

Don’t Fear the Reaper
by M. F. B. Porter


You watch me die
With that wicked smile

Cut the Pieces

Cut the Pieces
by M. F. B. Porter


My heart is left in winter
When it should’ve turned to spring
And I don’t know what to do
With this life I’m living

Angel of Grace

Angel of Grace
by M. F. B. Porter


People change their minds
Tears are shed
People gain binds

A Desk Full of Things

A Desk Full of Things
by M. F. B. Porter


Dark cherry wood
With four sturdy legs
Carved and ornate

City

City
By M. F. B. Porter


A bright red bus drives down the street
While people shuffle and cars beep

Muse

Muse
By M. F. B. Porter


Muse,
Oh dear, Muse
What have you to say?
I need your sweet words
Yesterday and today

Go To Hell (Angels & Demons)

Go To Hell (Angels & Demons)

By M. F. B. Porter


Beneath the surface
of every tortured soul
there lie two key components:
two halves of a whole

Dark Horizon

Dark Horizon
By M. F. B. Porter


I walk along a cold beach,
The sand grainy and rough,

Daddy

Daddy

By M. F. B. Porter


I remember you when I hear
planes fly overhead
I remember you hugged and kissed me
off to my bed

This Life of Mine

This Life of Mine
By M. F. B. Porter


What a beautiful thing it is, to have loved
a rose bloomed in the spring
the breeze carrying a dove

Scorched

Scorched
M. F. B. Porter


A dark tree, looming
Overhead, ashen with black
Leaves, charred over with
Death.  Doom shadowing all hope
And no light reaches my eyes.

Why?

Why?

By M. F. B. Porter


Why do I try so hard to please you?
Why do you do you never call?
Why do I try to see you?
Why do you never see me at all?

Drift Off Into Your World of Dreams

Drift Off Into Your World of Dreams
A Lullaby


Drift off into your world of dreams
Where things are sweet
And you are safe
Set sail across those foreign seas
Where life soars high
And quests await


A Land Called Elsewhere

A Land Called Elsewhere
by M. F. B. Porter


There is a place that I go,
Though I don’t know the way
In a minute of an hour
Of-- I don’t know the day.