Elizabeth Porterfield : Writing

My Personal Grenade

My Personal Grenade

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


My fear of telling people I care about my problems
Wordless

Wordless

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


How I would feel If I was rendered speechless
Goodbye

Goodbye

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


How 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..
Burn

Burn

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


A poem about a girl who wants her love to be there for her.
Breathing Suffering

Breathing Suffering

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


This one I wrote last year, but never finished. Lets hope other people understand.
The Takeover

The Takeover

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


I'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..
My Question to the World

My Question to the World

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


A question for the men who think that all a girl is for is sex and to those who think they know me.
My Muse

My Muse

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


A guess at where the words come from before me.
A Pome of Love

A Pome of Love

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


Something I wrote under the inspiration of my subconcious. Another peice that I don't know the addresse of.
Stand

Stand

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield


Another thought that came to me in complete and total randomness.


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Compartment 114
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