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​Alone… Dark… In the distance sits a phone; Sleeping, waiting… To speak: hear. Direly, time floats on. Forgotten. I sit looking for a seat. She. With eyes of concrete. You can feel alone, Speaking to the dead awaiting burial. We are the voided army. The commonality between destiny and destination. Yet, we have never been…
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​I heard your voice the other day, It seemed lost somewhere among the cold; With the begging for you to stay, We became bitter and old I saw your face in the papers, Headlined “Lost, Heartbroken and Used”; With the machines, you’re now one of the makers, We came too far be this confused I…
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​Expired hearts, They mean nothing Just passed time that beat us to the end They mean nothing, Just passing through the ones who used us most, And though time has gone by, the have gotten stronger with every beat Just pass the oceans to bigger and brighter places, And though the world seems so small…
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​He never said what colors we would see, Only that if we saw them that we were blessed, In whichever arrangement we find our flowers, they are pleasantly presented to us at our go arounds She was up in the middle of the night, holding onto to him one last time for her dearest life,…
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When; With every word… You say these things to me, All I hear is goodbye I; Looking out on the night… When said those words to you, All you hear is goodnight Breathe; I want to find you again… Contorted to know, All my dreams follow You; I know you’re somewhere out there… That it…
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​The only words worth knowing Are those which coming flowing From women with blind ears The color of which has faced saturation from the loss of their balance And no father would ever leave their children behind if the mothers never lost faith in the words of love So where are we now versus the…
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It’s your love, walk through the door It’s hello, it’s goodbye, It’s every word we use to deny “But it’s never good enough, To break through the men who aren’t tough” And the glasses you break, The martyrs who’s death we’d all fake It’s the sound, coming out from the stereo now It’s the chalk…
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She sings in the operas curtains, Fighting off, her secret demons; Hiding her hands, from her wrists, Fighting shadows with bloody fists I found, that night; A shadow winning a bloody street fight Walking down, The streets of a broken town We’re looking for a shot of daylight Looking in the broken streetlights, There’s nothing…
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You killed me, but I haven’t had a chance to die yet. It’s not until your disappearing act that I find myself, Looking at the lights passed through the time you haven’t been beside me It’s just a race to the stop light She sits next to me, waiting to host the general crowd, It’s…
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Wet hands, Blood of my work Left it for me, Quietly Everything is coming our way; Where do we go from here? If there is anything you’ve taught me, Always, it’s been don’t let go In the breathing room, I’ve let myself lie; There’s so little to know Wet skin, Lions waiting to jump Let…
Words into Waves
Shane the Poet | Only Anthem