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Shane Mcneil Poem
I have the me the world sees
I have the me that you see
I have the me that He sees
And then there's the me that only I can see
I hate one of them
Love one of them
Lie to one of them
And torture one of them.
It's ****ing confusing
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My mind is a tree,
With millions of leaves
Connected to millions of twigs
Connected to 58 branches.
There are squirrels too.
(Lots of them)
The roots -like a mangrove- burrow and conquer.
It grows when it shines,
Sleeps when it's dark,
And shrinks beneath the cold.
You should see it when it blooms;
It's full and quite lovely.
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Shane Mcneil Poem
I shaved my balls today!
By balls I mean a beautiful girl
By shaved I mean saw.
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Were all victims
(and mutual in that way.)
You have to feel for everyone.
We're all hiding something.
A secret
-That no one else has to know-
So don't ask.
Wonder, Don't ponder
Feel my eyes on your soul
And I'll fell yours.
That's really all it takes.
Besides,
What am I but a niche in your life?
And you in mine?
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Shane Mcneil Poem
I have an itch
(Not for crack or coke)
To hit the road.
If you have it you feel it
If you don't,
You don't.
But an itch has to be scratched
(Unless it's chicken pox or poison ivy)
Before it drives you crazy.
It's too late to deny
Too late to change
Too much to ignore.
With blessings or curses
I'm leaving tomorrow.
If I disappear forever
I'm either happy or dead.
But I have to go now,
Before I scratch off my head.
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My mind is a sponge
Slurp Slurp Slurp
Sponges get murky
-You don't want to spread that around-
You gotta ring 'em out.
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If my train of thought took to tangible tracks,
(Tracks not abstract but real, in fact)
It would jump and twist--
flash and dash--
In lands where trains are yet to whistle,
With green rolling hills
Where thoughts soar like missiles.
I would stay a long time
(As long as I could)
Speeding so freely where no man has stood.
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Shane Mcneil Poem
I only want to kill one of my selves
(Not all of my them
-I have a lot of them-)
Only the self that knows too much
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But it's something you know.
Something you've always known.
Like looking at yourself naked in the mirror.
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Shane Mcneil Poem
A genius is a man who can be dead tired
Alone in his room with the lights off,
Silence all around him,
All the while shouting at himself to
"Shut the **** up!"
So he can go to bed.
Crazy people do this too.
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