Deborah Portillo

Joined November 2017

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Writing from the edges of my imagination, I create stories for the simple pleasure of exploring what lies beneath the surface of ordinary life. Drawing inspiration from long workdays, unexpected dreams, and shadows of my own subconscious.

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Dead Poet
There will never be another. For you grip what remains of my heart. There is no longer space for anyone else, for only you dwell there.
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Poets
Those Brown Eyes
There are times when I look into your eyes I feel as though I am seeing deep into your soul These beautiful milk chocolate eyes; they're not always this color.
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Poets
Hopeless Dreams
I can sit here and cry to you my story. I can stand in front of you and whisper to you my dreams. Whether or not you'll listen is the question?
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Poets
Unknown Madness
I lay my head down to sleep But can't rest these torpid eyes For my mind rather replay cognitive perplexities. I lay still wondering what have I become?
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Poets

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