Devyn Porter
Bio
teen who writes her riveting life experiences to share with the world
Stories (3/0)
Nature
Nature—it is everywhere. Sitting on this park bench with nobody near to talk with and no loud cars like on a downtown street. The sounds i hear are of the sprinkler system watering the grass to make it grow. If you listen close enough you can actually hear it growing. I can see and hear the birds talking to each other. I see the breeze blowing and rustling the leaves in the trees.
By Devyn Porter6 years ago in Poets
Wanderlust
"I made plans for us," he said. Our passion for travel made us push each other to unknown places that seem hard to reach. We never hesitated to take the scenic route, because that was part of the journey. The things we saw are masterpieces handcrafted by the man up above. Sure, we got lost a few times along the way, but that is what it's about.
By Devyn Porter6 years ago in Poets
Pièce De Résistance
He was reading to me. First I heard the words, I could see them flowing from him lips. As I lingered there searching every part of him—I felt calm. Seeing his hair curl around his ear, the way his smile formed. I noticed the way his eyes lit up while he traced every word on the page. He looked so very, truly, genuinely happy.
By Devyn Porter6 years ago in Poets