lance-l-shepherd - Hello Poetry

It’s all going down Ive hitched my self worth To a sinking ship Married to the sea My heart is an anchor Pulling me underneath Sinking deeper The distance between the surface and now The static of hypothermia Burns blue to black The dancing moon light dulls We haven’t hit the ground The awful shock in my heart I dread every word from your mouth Gulping salt water While air bubbles rush out I scream oxygen I hear only the pops of cold depth Sound becomes numb Not being heard or deaf A life with you is a plunge A ship on the ground to rust My heart breaks Before my lungs burst

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Sep 21, 2022

Sep 21, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

BRASS ON THE TITANIC

It’s all going down Ive hitched my self worth To a sinking ship Married to the sea My heart is an anchor Pulling me underneath Sinking deeper The distance between the surface and now The static of hypothermia Burns blue to black The dancing moon light dulls We haven’t hit the ground The awful shock in my heart I dread every word from your mouth Gulping salt water While air bubbles rush out I scream oxygen I hear only the pops of cold depth Sound becomes numb Not being heard or deaf A life with you is a plunge A ship on the ground to rust My heart breaks Before my lungs burst

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My heart is a sponge And it’s being ringed out My heart is a sponge And it’s drying out My heart is a rock And it’s being thrown around All the rich purple and reds Are watering down The blood isn’t bright The more you get in The more comes out I get the chills When the white light begins to burn out I get a fever When the ice melts When the cool breeze hurts My heart is a sponge And it’s falling apart My heart is a rock Sitting on the other side Being slowly cut by the wind By the sand By Gods hand A broken fingerless stub That’s fondled the absolute worst of man My heart is a sponge I’d like to think I’m making a difference But I don’t know

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Jul 3, 2022

Jul 3, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

WASHING OFF MY DEATH FACE

My heart is a sponge And it’s being ringed out My heart is a sponge And it’s drying out My heart is a rock And it’s being thrown around All the rich purple and reds Are watering down The blood isn’t bright The more you get in The more comes out I get the chills When the white light begins to burn out I get a fever When the ice melts When the cool breeze hurts My heart is a sponge And it’s falling apart My heart is a rock Sitting on the other side Being slowly cut by the wind By the sand By Gods hand A broken fingerless stub That’s fondled the absolute worst of man My heart is a sponge I’d like to think I’m making a difference But I don’t know

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Hold onto this Because it’s fleeting Grip this by the wrist Hold onto this Trap this feeling In the center of being torn apart The shards of stars forming into other parts It’s in your nature to label To stress and destroy everything to become stable To force and bend the ground to be level You may never see it but it’s been upside down A city trapped in a ghost town Hold onto this feeling Remember the purr and the tremble The color and the bright A black hole sits and waits To retranslate and forget this site Point your chin to the stars Because what seems so far Is breathing down your neck The floor beneath is shifting and scheming Ear drums bursting Atoms are floating Flaking away like skin cells in the light Hold on to this Because it’s mist It’s chess It’s gone

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Apr 29, 2022

Apr 29, 2022 at 10:42 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

I THINK SHE’S GONNA DIE

Hold onto this Because it’s fleeting Grip this by the wrist Hold onto this Trap this feeling In the center of being torn apart The shards of stars forming into other parts It’s in your nature to label To stress and destroy everything to become stable To force and bend the ground to be level You may never see it but it’s been upside down A city trapped in a ghost town Hold onto this feeling Remember the purr and the tremble The color and the bright A black hole sits and waits To retranslate and forget this site Point your chin to the stars Because what seems so far Is breathing down your neck The floor beneath is shifting and scheming Ear drums bursting Atoms are floating Flaking away like skin cells in the light Hold on to this Because it’s mist It’s chess It’s gone

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The tide rolls nearer to my toes and rolls away My patience rolls away I walk away unmade Facing a wall that never speaks The crumbs of brick scrape my forehead The tide licks my heals The Ocean howling while the moon grows bored Waiting is wrath, turned backwards The Ocean invades sand Mud swallows the time I have to reason To talk my way out of tomorrow Moonlight dances on the water demanding me to come closer, to sleep over The tide grips my ankles, too prideful to look down A calming cool while the Ocean licks her teeth Too tired to scale the wall, too prideful too swim Maybe Ill walk to the moon Maybe Ill scale the floor I have no patience, but I'm willing to hold my breath I have my pride, but I'm willing to breathe water I look to the clouds as I feel the ocean accept my knees I'll face a wall but I won't look to the sea Maybe I'll close my eyes and turn around Dive below the waves, keep my head down travel like seaweed I won't last long Wrath is waiting, turned backwards

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Jul 13, 2020

Jul 13, 2020 at 12:59 AM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

AN ISLAND

The tide rolls nearer to my toes and rolls away My patience rolls away I walk away unmade Facing a wall that never speaks The crumbs of brick scrape my forehead The tide licks my heals The Ocean howling while the moon grows bored Waiting is wrath, turned backwards The Ocean invades sand Mud swallows the time I have to reason To talk my way out of tomorrow Moonlight dances on the water demanding me to come closer, to sleep over The tide grips my ankles, too prideful to look down A calming cool while the Ocean licks her teeth Too tired to scale the wall, too prideful too swim Maybe Ill walk to the moon Maybe Ill scale the floor I have no patience, but I'm willing to hold my breath I have my pride, but I'm willing to breathe water I look to the clouds as I feel the ocean accept my knees I'll face a wall but I won't look to the sea Maybe I'll close my eyes and turn around Dive below the waves, keep my head down travel like seaweed I won't last long Wrath is waiting, turned backwards

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The soldiers of ash race and dance Across the shelves of all that I own Holding reality in its disintegrating grip Flames are the glowing ******* of the sun I was once so cold and sterile fire made me glow dip me in motor oil I don't need the windows I can watch the channelled river of melted steel run In the layers of your sweating eyes Black iron horses Forged miles away Scalding hot bells ring and swing Heat radiates a tune in the halls of a collapsed home Huffing smoke Tasting the burnt photographs and copper fumes Waves of vibration and the cracks of fire Ringing in my ears The floor gives out underneath our feet We float before we fall Before it all comes down I want to feel the glow on my face The sadness of the morning will cool the rubble Daylight kills the romance of the flames Dawn brings us back to reality The wind carries our remains to the sea Reminding us we died Here and there

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

HERE AND THERE

The soldiers of ash race and dance Across the shelves of all that I own Holding reality in its disintegrating grip Flames are the glowing ******* of the sun I was once so cold and sterile fire made me glow dip me in motor oil I don't need the windows I can watch the channelled river of melted steel run In the layers of your sweating eyes Black iron horses Forged miles away Scalding hot bells ring and swing Heat radiates a tune in the halls of a collapsed home Huffing smoke Tasting the burnt photographs and copper fumes Waves of vibration and the cracks of fire Ringing in my ears The floor gives out underneath our feet We float before we fall Before it all comes down I want to feel the glow on my face The sadness of the morning will cool the rubble Daylight kills the romance of the flames Dawn brings us back to reality The wind carries our remains to the sea Reminding us we died Here and there

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All I have are splinters of memory Lodged in my mind My father was a wanderer in the halls of my heart I can remember being small enough to hug his waist His long jet black hair draped over me like a dead tree Dormant and stuck It wasn't your fault The world forced you to grow up Your life was a precautionary tale A map of edges and fault lines to avoid You walked down all the dark paths to high light the night Choke holding the demons so I could escape There are times where I see that I've inherited your anger and pride It wasn't your fault You didn't bring in the tide The void of your absence is too heavy to frame So I dumped it in your casket Buried alive

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Jul 17, 2017

Jul 17, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

SEA OF WIDOWS

All I have are splinters of memory Lodged in my mind My father was a wanderer in the halls of my heart I can remember being small enough to hug his waist His long jet black hair draped over me like a dead tree Dormant and stuck It wasn't your fault The world forced you to grow up Your life was a precautionary tale A map of edges and fault lines to avoid You walked down all the dark paths to high light the night Choke holding the demons so I could escape There are times where I see that I've inherited your anger and pride It wasn't your fault You didn't bring in the tide The void of your absence is too heavy to frame So I dumped it in your casket Buried alive

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I hear the rumble Clouds and electricity ride across the sky The very storm that brought the mudslides Is the very storm that will loosen the dirt Not even the sand can silence the storm Buried under filth and wrapped in root Forgotten like a ruin and fossilized Ive slept for seven years I heard your voice travel through the earth I am ready to claw my way out With mud under my nails With God in my finger tips One hand reaches further in To feel the rain seep through soil I never dug a grave, but I never moved I am a city Hidden by time and harsh winds Breaking ground in a field of white, dressed in black Gray light fills my mouth and eyes My first sight is your face formed in the clouds Resurrected in a water birth I am forgiven with rain There is a void in the earth Not a grave, but a womb Head first, I scream to the sky My chest and lungs are free My hips escape as the holes cave in I catch my first breath in a wet choke The very storm that brought the mudslides Is the very storm that will loosen the earth Thank you Thank you for this This is mine

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

SEVEN YEAR STORM

I hear the rumble Clouds and electricity ride across the sky The very storm that brought the mudslides Is the very storm that will loosen the dirt Not even the sand can silence the storm Buried under filth and wrapped in root Forgotten like a ruin and fossilized Ive slept for seven years I heard your voice travel through the earth I am ready to claw my way out With mud under my nails With God in my finger tips One hand reaches further in To feel the rain seep through soil I never dug a grave, but I never moved I am a city Hidden by time and harsh winds Breaking ground in a field of white, dressed in black Gray light fills my mouth and eyes My first sight is your face formed in the clouds Resurrected in a water birth I am forgiven with rain There is a void in the earth Not a grave, but a womb Head first, I scream to the sky My chest and lungs are free My hips escape as the holes cave in I catch my first breath in a wet choke The very storm that brought the mudslides Is the very storm that will loosen the earth Thank you Thank you for this This is mine

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I cant see in the dark I can’t howl with the wolves They’ve picked up my scent Ill light my torch and expose my path My cold breath dances with the smoke I’ve lit my torch I’ve exposed my path This is the longest night of my life All I have is my torch and my knife Frost seals my eyes shut Every blink is a vision of ice I see the low silhouettes of black fur and fangs How could I have been so foolish? To make this hike alone I need another set of hands Someone to swing the flame This is the longest night of my life All I have is my torch and my knife Cold Stiff Shoves, warm blood sticks to my hand Hot breath grips my sleeve The cold will freeze my wounds I will survive another night alone Ill pile my wolves, Ill steal their warmth for the night How could I have been so prideful To make this lonely hike This is the longest night of my life All I have is my torch and my knife I need another set of hands Someone to swing the flame Someone to pile the wolves The night is young My life is not A Throne is useless

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Nov 23, 2015

Nov 23, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

THRONE OF DEAD WOLVES

I cant see in the dark I can’t howl with the wolves They’ve picked up my scent Ill light my torch and expose my path My cold breath dances with the smoke I’ve lit my torch I’ve exposed my path This is the longest night of my life All I have is my torch and my knife Frost seals my eyes shut Every blink is a vision of ice I see the low silhouettes of black fur and fangs How could I have been so foolish? To make this hike alone I need another set of hands Someone to swing the flame This is the longest night of my life All I have is my torch and my knife Cold Stiff Shoves, warm blood sticks to my hand Hot breath grips my sleeve The cold will freeze my wounds I will survive another night alone Ill pile my wolves, Ill steal their warmth for the night How could I have been so prideful To make this lonely hike This is the longest night of my life All I have is my torch and my knife I need another set of hands Someone to swing the flame Someone to pile the wolves The night is young My life is not A Throne is useless

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I am young and I am old Like a play ground I will forever be immature, but everlasting I was once a boy It didn’t hurt my face to smile I had no ambition to be happy It was given to me to nurture It was my child Children become men Mothers become friends Fathers fade away like heroes Everyone remembers the villains I was once stranded on a bad part of town Darkness made the hum of the street lamps comforting Neon lights bounced off the glossy wet side walks and streets I could hear the whispers of men and women Speaking secretively in the shadows How did I become so lost? Where was my car? Did I ever have kids? The night surrounded my heart, my eyes could not hide My peace walks past me with sadness in her eyes My child, did I ever have kids? I pick her up and hold her in my arms Where did you go? what happened to you? Why are you here, in this bad part of town? She said nothing, she couldn’t hide her eyes I could see the trail of trust that drained from her feet It glossed the sidewalks and streets Where did you go? How did I become so lost? I am young and I am old In a bad part of town My face hurts

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

BAD PART OF TOWN

I am young and I am old Like a play ground I will forever be immature, but everlasting I was once a boy It didn’t hurt my face to smile I had no ambition to be happy It was given to me to nurture It was my child Children become men Mothers become friends Fathers fade away like heroes Everyone remembers the villains I was once stranded on a bad part of town Darkness made the hum of the street lamps comforting Neon lights bounced off the glossy wet side walks and streets I could hear the whispers of men and women Speaking secretively in the shadows How did I become so lost? Where was my car? Did I ever have kids? The night surrounded my heart, my eyes could not hide My peace walks past me with sadness in her eyes My child, did I ever have kids? I pick her up and hold her in my arms Where did you go? what happened to you? Why are you here, in this bad part of town? She said nothing, she couldn’t hide her eyes I could see the trail of trust that drained from her feet It glossed the sidewalks and streets Where did you go? How did I become so lost? I am young and I am old In a bad part of town My face hurts

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Its getting easier and easier to wish you farewell To stand on the dock and watch your boat cut through black ocean waves The mist swallows your confused face I wish I knew your purpose I wish I could value your company I want to hide from you To find shelter in my hands and sleep I ignore your calls until you’ve lost hope Looking towards the clouds that cover my actions Overcast makes it easier to not feel time The mist swallows my desires You stood on mountain tops and called my name An echo that never came back You ask for my location All I can tell you is colors and shapes Its not black and white Its chess Its waves Its mist Its gone

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC

lance-l-shepherd

COLD FEET, COLD HEART

Its getting easier and easier to wish you farewell To stand on the dock and watch your boat cut through black ocean waves The mist swallows your confused face I wish I knew your purpose I wish I could value your company I want to hide from you To find shelter in my hands and sleep I ignore your calls until you’ve lost hope Looking towards the clouds that cover my actions Overcast makes it easier to not feel time The mist swallows my desires You stood on mountain tops and called my name An echo that never came back You ask for my location All I can tell you is colors and shapes Its not black and white Its chess Its waves Its mist Its gone

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