Elizabeth Porterfield
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My Personal GrenadeA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldMy fear of telling people I care about my problems |
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WordlessA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldHow I would feel If I was rendered speechless |
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GoodbyeA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldHow I felt this morning when my mother decided that all I am is a lying peice of s**t that cares about no one but herself. Although maybe she thought.. |
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BurnA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldA poem about a girl who wants her love to be there for her. |
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Breathing SufferingA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldThis one I wrote last year, but never finished. Lets hope other people understand. |
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The TakeoverA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldI've been feeling like words have become who I am, like they have become my lifesource, like words are everything to me. This is how I try to explain.. |
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My Question to the WorldA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldA question for the men who think that all a girl is for is sex and to those who think they know me. |
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My MuseA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldA guess at where the words come from before me. |
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A Pome of LoveA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldSomething I wrote under the inspiration of my subconcious. Another peice that I don't know the addresse of. |
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StandA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldAnother thought that came to me in complete and total randomness. |
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