Old brought passion from Fire. New brings passion from Old. , My passion brings Fire and ice. Chill.
By Shane Harrington 25 days ago in Poets
I am torn between the pauses in my breathing and seeing into your vision, Of are, Future. Waterfalls into tears, creating the beautiful.
By Shane Harrington about a month ago in Poets
What is faith?, Sacrifice or Deliverance. Maybe misguided, Each breath becomes a testament. Even demons believe, even Angels can Dream.
By Shane Harrington 2 months ago in Poets
We have known one and other for some time now. I know you are busy and life keeps changing. The moments keep adding. Time keeps ticking. I wonder what you dream of when you sleep.
Inside the darkness, Hides many, Mirrors. Late at night one can be found caressing the edges of reality. Walking demons and riches or maybe love.
By Shane Harrington 3 months ago in Poets
I could write a symphony of tears to create an ocean. Or I could just close my eyes. Behind the curtain hide’s, The emotional bondage.
By Shane Harrington 4 months ago in Poets
As simple as an a. A black box. I will deliver, Inside an impossible. Hides a carnivore, Of, Demons. Some will quest,
Bahaha, martial arts, Has limits in design, where as, Stands the next level. Short term focus on a single strike, May land eloquence,
By Shane Harrington 5 months ago in Poets
What world isn’t in color. A blind man walking. Can taste victory at the edge of a sword, Stands the impelled. Paper so scarred it may cause you to fall into,
Into the open spaces, Between us, Stands, A choice. Pushing the passion into the sea, Seeking the meaning Of life. Better hold tight, This ride is ridiculous.
What makes the seasons. Do they not exist outside you. An ocean of waves, Just waiting. Harmonic leave’s falling, Into color.
Slip sliding, sometimes Even Gliding. Shifting weight and the open spaces, Punching the clock. Tag me in. I love to swim into your,
By Shane Harrington 6 months ago in Poets
