The Pressures of Time, Found inside and out, A walk in history and a stepping stone, To what was lost, Yet, Found.
By Shane Harrington 2 months ago in Poets
Old brought passion from Fire. New brings passion from Old. , My passion brings Fire and ice. Chill.
By Shane Harrington 3 months 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 4 months ago in Poets
What is faith?, Sacrifice or Deliverance. Maybe misguided, Each breath becomes a testament. Even demons believe, even Angels can Dream.
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.
By Shane Harrington 5 months ago in Poets
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.
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 6 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 7 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.
By Shane Harrington 8 months ago in Poets
What makes the seasons. Do they not exist outside you. An ocean of waves, Just waiting. Harmonic leave’s falling, Into color.
