Words into Waves
Shane the Poet | Only Anthem
Category: Shane The Poet
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Have you ever heard the legend of Tukuturi? The poem opens with a sense of anonymity and invisibility: “You all stood there, unnoticed.” The speaker observes others, perhaps feeling like an outsider. As time passes, they become part of the earth, blending into the landscape. The central theme revolves around difference and acceptance. The speaker…
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Unsay Unsay the words that once saw your lips The words that once sewn your lips Words that once saw your lips Say the one time you saw me Unsay the one time you saw me Unsay the one time you saw me for me Unsay the one time you saw The one time you…
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A shorter walk down a longer plank, Keep walking A longer rope with a thinner width, Keep talking A promise of difference, It’s all just the same A bridge without limits, Keep falling A barrel loaded with a shorter distance, Keep shaking You’ve got your ways to rid of me, Keep blocking You’ve got the…
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I hear you needed to talk, A constant constipation of why I never understood I needed to hear you talk, A constipation of conceptual understanding There’s something the matter with the matter between my ears I hear the pitter patter of your heavy breathing and broken tears Are our wires crossed? Red crosses white and…
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I heard you made it to Milwaukee Your friends called, said you meant it when you said you hated me Did you ever mean to forget? Did you ever hear about my regret? That one late night you called and said to forget my name, That your love is now our growing hate, If this…