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May 2016 · 215
the search
Shawn Adams May 2016
An illusion.
That's what they may call it.
If you were to make the sky turn colors, put the stars out. Watch them fall like rain drops never to crash.
In space the gods are lonely.
Looking for some signs of life.
Searching the limits of our sight.
For that one sign.
May 2016 · 365
addict
Shawn Adams May 2016
In this silent daze
Hypnotized by life's repetitious ways
Fallen into this helpless pattern
I'm the addict
I'm the disaster
I'm the habit
It is my master
I fastened to my skin
Empty visions of distraction
To help keep me from slipping in
To the same painful routine
Night's sleepless
Days without dreams
Apr 2016 · 329
drive
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
I misrepresent the evidence
She smiles
Like an atom bomb
Waiting in The catacombs
What am I dying from
I contemplate which road to take
Her hands between my thighs
I drive
Disregard the gods
Warning
All the passers by
Apr 2016 · 143
Untitled
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
To burn the trust built
Years of struggle
Just to find contentment
Still
In silence I escape
Apr 2016 · 176
worry
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
I worry
There will be a day
I cannot save you
I cannot comfort you
I cannot help you
I worry
My raised voice
Mistaken word choices
My illtimed idiocy
My flawed judgment
Will find fault in you
But it is
And always has been
My flaw
And you always have been
My light
My pride
My every reason
Apr 2016 · 235
back to
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
Stillness is no option
Move,
Study
Do this
Don't wait for the empty space
In my coffin
No
I'll fight
Apr 2016 · 1.1k
pavement to paradise
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
Three decades
Lost in this maze
Of dirt road
Clay and grated soil
Underneath
Grandpa's Oaks
Branches hang over us
Like the arms of Ghosts
The unknown parts in between
The cities and towns
With names not large enough to
Fit on maps
Another microcosm
Of sociological problems
The constant chaos of
Lives crashing into each other
At speeds history
Has never
Seen
Apr 2016 · 373
usual muse
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
Lost minds
To the TV
Repeat tagline
Catchphrases
Disease
Internet ignorance interconnected
The polls are open
We've already projected
The results are close
But the people have selected
The next war monger
Mongrel
Expect
Death, secrecy
Lies
And hunger
The people of an
Invisible god are
So easily bought
Yet they give away so much
Sacrifice any inner peace
For their own sense of
Power and security
All the while still
On their knees
Waiting,
Praying
Voting
For their inner beast
This is the hell we seek
We speak in tongues and
Cheeks
The dumb will speak
Repeating these decrees
Segregation
Congregation
Separation
Modern nation
From the pulpits
And stages
They feel safe
When all their
Fear is in cages
And say they
Trust in the one
The god is a gun
Cruel religion
And a senseless vision
Evolution of the
Human conditions
Stuck in rendition
Apr 2016 · 348
worthy of such affairs
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
She hides
Underneath
The blackness
Of the spaces in between
Galaxies
I await her
On hopeless knees
Whispered forgotten truths
Escape the prison of my doubt
Shackled to these memories of you
I cannot disavow
There's no time for a crime
Like this tonight
I drive
In no direction
Ignoring your reflection
In the rear view mirror
And I ponder lonely
As I drive away this
Fading daylight
Who am I to say
You're worthy of
Such affairs
I'm going nowhere
Staying there
Shouldn't leave you melting
No confession
No crime
We are posessions
We are destined
To rot in time
A plot
Unresponsive
A godless life
I stopped and called you and lied
It's just that easy
For emotions to die
Apr 2016 · 342
Mondays eating at my soul
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
I wake up slow
Clenched jaw
Face muscles don't respond
When I tell them to smile
What will I do when this goes wrong
What will I say
When they realize
I don't belong
Apr 2016 · 358
no gardens
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
I shredded my notebooks
Or burned them
I wrapped the past
In plastic
For your protection
It's better to keep such things
Inside
You were right about
What I write about
Too real
Too hard to read
Or to ugly to see
To think about
Those words
Crawled out of place
From my mind
To my hand
To your face
I have no meadows
Or gardens to show you
In here it's never Autumn
The lights are all out
The nights are attacked with regret
Sleep is my escape
Apr 2016 · 282
Untitled
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
I thought I might have been dying
And then some good news
I'm not
Now if I can only figure out
How to live
I'm a factory worker
Yeah
I should have listened
To my sister
A dropout
Keeping droplets
Disgraced in a jar
Can't replace all these scars
So they're on display
Disguised as an art
Apr 2016 · 339
journal
Shawn Adams Apr 2016
Born Words
The white skin of this
Newly acquired messenger
Fresh and waiting for the ink
Of my needle
Vibrates on subatomic level
As I tattoo new verses
I ache like the old man
Collection of heartbreak
Inviting beaten bones
Along this singular path
Of dissolution
I'm awaited
Crowded
Needed and exposed
A quite life
Where the sounds in my head
Are becoming harder, louder
By each syllable of thought
I struggle to deprogram
It must be done to grow
To live
To breathe air that doesn't burn
To hear clearly that voice
That is not
Unlike my own

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