General Poetry Shane The Poet

Expellation of My Deepest Fears, Combustion of the Busted Fenceline

I guess I missed my window of opportunity

I had to figure out it was not her fault after all
when I tried to be a man
I swallowed every last bite of my fear
oh if I am just a boy, then let me out to go play
but if I am just a man, then take me out of the day
because who would’ve thought that you would stay?
my fathers opportunity to share it with me, was
seconds too late
when I got on that plane, I never came back home
when he missed me, I never could get back home
if I am just a boy, and nothing else, then at least I have time to figure
out this bad dream
but I am just a man, and something else, this is becoming the worst
nightmare one could ever see
I grew up by a few feet and yet my feet stayed cemented on the grounds
that the best communication is regarded as disapproval.
I grew up about a few feet away from here and painted my name in the cement
just to communicate with the ground
I am here today without a trace of doubt in my mind that tomorrow will take
a breath away,
but I breathe knowing that my breath is held back by my subconcious’s palm
blazed by the temperature of this conversation she put out the fire in my heart
but with it dampened it can not come back on
I am just a black hole sucking in everything that comes my way
wait until you see what I expel
General Poetry Shane The Poet

Someone I Relied In

it took some guts to come this far
and the words that you showed me were mistaken
the baby blue shirt that you moved away from my hands
and our backs sat there while our mouths made love

and I could have thought for a moment that I was safe in this cabinet
but I threw you aside the china and tore your back up with a nice piece of

with out a shower to use, a second seemed to be a minute
and we made out like bandits
the baby blue sky dimmed to purple haze, covered by black clouds
and our backs just sat there while our mouths made love

regardless of how far you could toss me, I was outside of your zone
nothing could stop us, not even the phone

it wasn’t making love anymore, it was just kidding around
maybe somewhere else there would be a need for this kind of passion
but this car is speeding down a 15
and our backs just sat there while our eyes made love

holding on to your hands, the hatred for me slowly faded away
because we both know it was never worth it

if you could have seen the sky turn pink tonight in this galaxy
maybe somewhere else, from a telescope you would know why I have
started to fall asleep with your song in my head
and our backs just sat there while our hearts made out like bandits

like someone I relied in, your name was no longer a metaphor
I just had you backwards on the table

General Poetry Shane The Poet

If Your Mother Was Here, What Would I Think?

she blows kisses in my direction
another fatal mistake I made
by believing that she was looking at me
it’s the guy behind every time
and now must observe the floor
the gentle fold of her arms
telling me that everything is fine
was I just an opaque sheet of tears
to be worn with pride?
what a steady fall of leaves
she makes me change myself
and meet the ground just to stare at her wishing I was
where I use to be
so say you’re sorry or not regretting
all the pain –
here it goes again
not collapsing correctly

General Poetry Shane The Poet

And Then She Tells Me One Last Thing

before the sun comes back down, we have one last chance to arrive back home
so she says to me that this is just fine, the way that
it had been intended
because the last girl who treads in this watered down version of a heart
will at the end of the night, have left me here for granted, a much lesser of the man that had originally walked this way
now we share this ground as one technically connected in more ways than the average stranger
and what is stranger than that is who we’ve seen is yet to be what our fears led us away from
so tonight we will lay under the sorbus tree that has more feathers than that of the most graceful birds
we go together to somewhere further than any ideal will allot of our hopes
you will be told to hold my hand at the noctis moments of life
but I am a type of pill that holds no grudges and never lets go
and then she tells me one last thing
“I have no room for love in my heart”
and then she tells me she loves me, because I am the last one she can tell before she knows
I’ll be the first one to reply the same

General Poetry Shane The Poet

Ten Cats With Only Fourteen Legs [REVISTED]

we’ll never walk through this city together
we’ll never get to know what else is out there
you should have seen what we had back then
we should have known what had been planned out for us

your bed is our favorite place with our eyes focused on
what is going on in the television and not enough in between us
and yet you are everything stuck between us like kernel of popcorn
in desperate need of being removed

We spent our summer together and we missed
our chances to eat ice cream under the summer heat
and complain about how much we hate it
and where our parents went wrong on behalf of our aging process

We gave up the idea of spending time on the
shore and take a classical sundown picture
to sit and fight over who was right
when the sun went down neither one of us had a clue

if I could play make believe with you I will be who
you want me to be so I can just make you happier
and if I could make you smile then I will feel lighter
but then I realize your becoming the type of crane that floats away

I wish I wasn’t always making you cry
some nights I hope that you don’t give up
but I can’t become the only one in your universe
and you can’t be the only star on stage

I’m not saying that you aren’t the greatest thing
I’m just saying that you aren’t the only thing there

I just hope that we will act like we fell in love
in a bookstore, and we will feel like our smiles
are part of a face lift
but we both know that your blood runs cold most nights

if you wanted me to say it clearer
I won’t ever forget our late night walks
but now you’ve got me paralyzed and I can’t get back on my feet

General Poetry Shane The Poet

If I Was A Wishing Well, I’m Going for Broke

so they took me down by the river and left me stranded
to find any sense in who I am, when I have barely landed
the man they were looking at was just a case to a broken guitar
and with nothing important to hold, I must’ve been deemed useless

you must’ve been redeemed when you found out you were important to hold
and that the man you were looking at was more than just broken
we will find sense in who we are when we are barely falling
we can wash our pains away down by the river and we’ll be calling

as the seconds fall down the wall there is a loss of time for this world to exist
and without a bomb in clear sight, there is a loss of something more than just you and I

we will see where this phrase gets us, but if its up to them we’ll fall a few cents short
and if I was a wishing well, I’m going for broke and calling this shot of love a little side dish
where do we really remain at the end of the day?
and they called me fake.

a heart so fresh in to the world gave me a reason to believe that its possibly actuality
and as our breathing slows down, or as our hearts start to race, there is no finish line for love
just a starting point that is only at once determined.

General Poetry Shane The Poet

In Reality I Swear, We Will Get Through This On Time

between the trees, I can see you running this way
I’m underneath a rock, with my back turned to the ocean
above the clouds, I can still feel His presence.

I walk through this two dimensional world hoping to find something with texture
all of our shading is incorrect, and our anatomy is slightly configured in a different way.

we can’t compare bruises from here, we will have to wait until the sky falls closer.
in reality I swear, we will get through this on time, but not before the train leaves home
I can still hear your footsteps,
I can still hear your footsteps, and baby I can still hear your last words.

they have nothing on us, they barely know your name
I swear someday you will float away to a place far away and never look down
I will play my game under the moonlight tonight and become something that even I am afraid of

only in a dream can they fade us to gray, and only in a dream will they phase us out.
I’m the last thing to touch your lips, and like a poison, I will be the last thing you see before tonight is over
and your dreams will fade us to gray