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Hiding in Plain Sight

What do you hideBehind those golden eyes?It kills me insideTo not have that knowledge.So many secrets hiddenIn plain sight,Whilst here I thoughtI was a man with the key,But I stay locked outside.Unable to see The real you,As you paint a picture of trustThat I mustLearn

ticking bomb poem

Ticking Bomb

I am only a moment awayFrom disappearing into my life,Never to return again,Despite who dares to cry.My wilderness of sorrowCalls me every night,And wishes to keep me companyInside its cold heart.I breathe on gloomAs if it were my fuel,And I can’t be happy all the

oprisco photography for scottshak's time out poem

Time Out

Here I lie, on the ground,Wallowing in, without a sound,A river of your mirth,I dive in for a rebirth,And come out a changed man,With a yearning in my throat,To call my insides out,But can’t,For you wantA time out in the quiet,Where my company is not

self taught poem by scottshak

Self-taught

I blame you for messing me up,For making me impalpable,For not letting me learnHow to live in this crazy world,For making me anxiousEven when misery isn’t aroundTo be my friend,And I have trouble trusting people now,For you left me scarred so badI am numb to

where is the love scottshak poem

Where is the Love?

Picking you up,Peeling you down,Pulling your insides out,Peeking through every holeTo see everything insideThat jumps around,Where is the love?They often talk about,That lifts you upAnd smacks you down,And giggles a peal of laughter out,And makes you smileWhen you are trying to not,And you are thinking

people living in boxes for Clockwork poem

Clockwork

Uptight people all around me,When was the last time you breathed?That file needs completing today,Are you already getting peeved?That paper craves writing,That order delivered now,That code run by the evening,You can scream within your mouth.Wrap your tasks or the dawn breaks,That lengthy project before you

starving poem by scottshak

Starving

Painted poetic,Brushed artistic,Close up of your eyes,Golden brownAnd searchingAnswers to my quests,At my behests,They dare to look into mine.Arrests my gaze,What a mazeOf loony talks!That happen when We are inches from each other,And I can’t stop myselfFrom venturing forward –My daring towardSoft edges of your

yin and yang wolves for scottshak poem origin story

Origin Story

Matted with my mess,You fit me like a glove,Pressed against my body,As we try to become one,Fighting everything the world hauls,Biting everything that it calls for,Plucking weeds that stop usFrom going back to our origin story –We were the same rockBefore we parted ways,And splayed

seraphic poem by scottshak

Seraphic

Mornings laced with the taste of you,A memory stoned in time,Arms biting your body inWith a promise to hold you tight.Marveling at every tiny featureThat composes your ethereal form,Consuming you with my razor eyes,So you never get forgotten,Unlike a past that feels all hazy now,I

wolf feral poem by scottshak

Feral

I love the autonomy in you,The power to go outWhenever you feel like,And to stay in when you don’t,While people are tied to a clockThey have never questioned before.How you are not governed by any human life,As if you were your own creation,That anyone who