Words into Waves
Shane the Poet | Only Anthem
Category: Poetry
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Every once in a while, I feel my veins bracing for the flood of you rushing in, and I can hardly breathe. When you say— It’s enough of a distance, I swear it couldn’t matter. Every once in a while, I go to war with myself, fighting the ache that lingers, and my heart forgets…
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What would you do if someone else told you not to stay? Would you share how fantastic it felt, or simply walk away? Were you under the impression that it was never real in the first place? Or did you always have faith in this face? What would you do if the world starts falling…
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How bold was it to say hello? In the line I write, I convey the words needed to set a spark And we will blow away the night Like wind, undercover How much did you lean into? I’d say it softer if the lines I spoke could be said at all And we hide from…
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I’ll never forget the first time I saw you The same direction, the same intention As you passed me by A small spark caught from your direction Time passes; so many words thrown Like hand grenades The foundation started to crumble Because the ground was blown I’ll never forget the second time I saw you…
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When I say pick up, pick up On the thicker parts I’m laying down As I can’t paint in place and fill your cup But I’ll hide your bottle in a bag brown I could’ve wrote you a thousand lines About how I’ve been on this ride a thousand times That I’d find a way…
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When you need space to breathe, Put me in between The words that come next must really matter In the space you leave Backs down, And the only thing that you can do is breathe, Stay here with me Just until my oxygen is deplete Should I wake to find something between you and me,…
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Face the sun for your morning glory, Wake up bright and early The day starts anew Time to focus on you Wait for the moon to glow, Sleep with the need to know The day starts anew Will it end with me and you? When the crickets sing their song, Who else will sing along?…
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Somehow, they say ignorance is bliss; I suppose that depends on what you are ignorant about Still, there is nothing blissful Love; in being miserable The battles I’ve been fighting silently, Ways to be compared to the wars I’ve been losing violently I feel there’s nothing I can see Wanted, when I look for the…
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Countless nights awake when I should be asleep, Instead, I think of the way it felt to be happy—how I missed that feeling so. Countless words fighting for the right to say this moment was ours to keep, Instead, I let none escape, to keep things slow. And I count this— Our sweet moment of…