Dedicated - Words into Waves

Jun 6, 2019 Dedicated, Personal, Poetry, Shane The Poet

Noticed

You didn’t notice When we all came searching I didn’t notice When I thought I found you I didn’t notice When you disappeared You could’ve thought It was…

May 28, 2019 Dedicated, Poetry, Shane The Poet

Pixels

Finally came across that letter you wrote me from a place that was many miles away We were younger then, I remember those times you said it was…

Apr 5, 2019 Dedicated, Poetry, Shane The Poet

Somewhere At Sail (#5)

Once, when I was young I thought I could learn to make sense of everything that happened around me, I found out that I was just an island…

Jan 11, 2019 Dedicated, Personal, Poetry, Shane The Poet

If You’re Reading This

Is it too much to say to an audience of one That nobody is listening anymore? That the abandoned buildings came When nobody left Skylines started falling, But…

Jul 16, 2018 Dedicated, Poetry, Shane The Poet

The Misunderstanding of Making Progress

We’d fight to be fought, Learn to live to be forgot Right where these are hands, These are what’s holding us still Because this is night without the…

Jul 16, 2018 Dedicated, Poetry, Shane The Poet

Strings

I’ve spent a lot more time driving, Took the wrong road down to healing Just trying to hide from my ghosts Looking for the coast that I’ve never…

Jul 16, 2018 Dedicated, Poetry, Shane The Poet

One Last Time

This isn’t goodbye forever, Just goodbye for now But I’ll probably never write another line about how I’m hurt and broken How badly I sit on my words…

Jul 16, 2018 Dedicated, Personal, Shane The Poet

In Another Space

She dreams of stars and asteroids, wonders how many of them exist what if there is life somewhere else? else wise, we only know of ourselves is there…

Mar 8, 2016 Dedicated, Personal, Poetry, Shane The Poet

In Having Faith in Fate

Should I shadow you in her footsteps, Follow her shadows in your path Had I lost the chance to say goodnight, To you tonight my love would never…

Feb 4, 2016 Dedicated, Poetry, Shane The Poet

Up and Around the Broken Cross; and Again

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…