shane-devere-stewart
American
I wax melancholic pretty much every single time I put words together. If I bring you down, my apologies. / / If you enjoy what I write, feel free to steal it. I'm more interested in spreading some happiness and beauty, if I'm at all able, than getting credit.
When the moon is full
My body, heart, and mind
Weary, tired, dull
Peace is yours to find
Restless, violent soul
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Can't sleep, hard to eat,
Full of sick, full of heat
Tortured, twisted sack of meat
Sick of each attempt to treat
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
I could really use a time machine
Not to cheat or plan or scheme
Just to watch myself at night
And find the very first fright
Capture the madness before the start
Before it crawled into my heart
Strangle out the darkness there
And keep its whispers from my ear
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
There's nothing pretty inside her head
Lips are shiny, eyes are dead
No one hears a thing she says
Her fake smile makes my skin crawl, teeth clack
Sun colored hair braided back
A painted doll all dressed up
Skin's like caramel or ***** cream
Hands float dangerously close
Air for brains and dirt for soul
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
I'll strip your skin
with a thought
And rend and tear
All you've got
Violent minds
Make violent hearts
Cold blood runs
And stops and starts
Love is violence
Of the soul
I'll break me down
Make us whole
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
I can taste whiskey
And a bit of Soda-pop
When I get scared
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
Is it okay
For a grown man
to be afraid
of dreams?
Call me a boy
Or a coward,
I do not care.
I fear.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
And not be us anymore?
Just sit and drink some coffee
And talk about the war
Perfectly mundane folks
Without a care beyond the debt
No need to be profane folks
Concerned with only death
Wouldn't it be nice if we could grow up
And be us in some other way?
Just rock out to some Zepplin
And smoke our cares away
Perfectly mundane folks
No worries but the rent
No need to be ashamed folks
Beaten, broken, all regret
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
It would be just fantastic
to explode into all the color
That's always popping away
Behind my eyes
To leave a ****** mess
All over the west wing
Of my favorite restaurant
Would be swell
Not just morbid, brutal,
or simply satisfying
But emphatically ironic
Erupting with action
A life of depression
A violent expression
Stained to tell a story
Beautifully gory.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
I had such conviction, such passion
But it all came from hate
A man of words, not action
More about stuffing my face
I laid still and died once
Just running from fate
I fell over and cried once
Just to change up the pace
This boredom is numbing
And numbness is boring
I'll soon start to slumber
Or maybe start *******
Pitter patter, the lone raindrop
And it doesn't give one ****
If only I was a raindrop
If only I had such luck.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC