ShaneM Original Poetry Collection

Randomly Flowing

For another weightless burden of buried deep unto the shoulders, I remain weighted by the buried burdens hiding deep into my shoulders. A stress known to defeat the purpose of you, to defeat the circus of deviled demons. Numbness caged within, numbness stays again. Never to feel, but always too real. I cannot foresee how it shall continue, but I continue to replay how it all began. A start with a shot into the sky, no intended finish line, the participant was sure to run til death. For I am the participant I am running towards death. Running away from the light of my finished fright, the started night that never ends. Gaping holes and deeply ravines, sure to catch me once I fall between the wounded marine. A war surely never to end, resigned in Hell, I will never speak to tell. Fell deeply deep, for a too deep love transitioned into a too deep vein to keep pouring while the weep. A turn wild, your turn, child. Although I shall give my life to certainly keep you from harm, it will turn against me and become the pain of I; just to open once again, my arm. Rather I than you, rather red than blue, a deep love with deep veins to keep true. Confused of love with a perfused blood cycle throughout the heart. Roughed out wounded and damaged cracks and holes, rather than smoothly through like a healthy human true. Pumping itself can kill the heart, pumping the blood as the life tears apart. A masterpiece once again I whisper to speak, a master peace I wish to creak. Open my door, quietly and slowly. Allowing the burning sunlight into my darkened depths of despair, my room. Where I resign in Hell, just like words to speak couldn't tell. Down a dark midnight street I do not know the location of discreet to meet. Randomly, questionably, flowing through my fingertips the words appear. Disappear into thin air, my skin was never there. Releasing thoughts and feelings unable to speak of, or even known the presence of, I shall keep my walk as I talk and outline my fingers with chalk. On a board relating to presenting the presence of the present, into the future away from the past, never to last a blast within a fast speed into my soul. Approaching not the end of the path, but the end of where I have laid for a bath. Done flowing and done knowing, yearning for another but feeling as an annoyance to continue, to repeat. To my defeat I suggest this is my demise, along with the arise of my devise. I continue to feel resigning in Hell, with a numbness caged but raged feelings vulture the circle. As I sign out now, I shall lay within my piece of peace, hopefully to awake still falling the abyss. I close my eyes, shut my mind, and lay back as the child dies into the deathly kind. Demons of devil I resign to a new level, away from the throne I wish to come back home. Though I know not of existence for, I have hope of persistence to pour. Goodbye, and goodnight. I love, but hate, the life of night. I cannot stand with my hand, holding the palm of dripping deathly calm. I love, but hate, myself. I am confused within a world of love and damaged heart of passion. My new fashion? Love. I love you. The reader of my randomly flowing thoughts and feelings. You're my connection, and you are the desire of what I need to love; affection. 

10/22/16