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Best Poems Written by Shane Pillay

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Indulge

whimsical bottles of poison 

ingested by all we know

whimsical bottles of poison

will you be next on death row?

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Equations

Baby I want a piece of that Pi
because your curves are unending.

Stop trying to divide our love 
and stop pretending.

Don’t even try to square root us two
because that’s just irrational.

My heart burns from my stomach acid
the pH level must be 10
but you are no where near basic, 
just face it.

I just want your love
and we can even use your favorite flavored glove.

Baby we are just equations in this universe 
Sadly, nothing can compare how much we are diverse.

I’ve tried to come to the light,
but I always end up end in a fight.

You make me feel bad
and I just love the way you make me feel so glad

So what is the equation for us?
If I was Einstein and a little nuts,
I would spend eternity looking until my spirit is finally crushed.

March 9th 2016
-Shane Pillay

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Guilty

The thought of you makes my blood boil
It even makes my intestines curl up in a coil
I have never felt this hatred for no other
Only one person could ever love you and that is my poor mother.

The only amends I have is that I'll do better
I'll work so hard that you'll see me sweat even in cold weather
So take one finally good look
The next time you'll see me is in the history books.

March 8th 2016
- Shane Pillay

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Outside My Window

Outside my window
I’m being hunted by a little black crow
He’s circling my house like I’m on death row.
He’s waiting to attack, but he doesn’t think I know,
I’m being hunted by a little black crow...

He’s driving me crazy,
so I turned on the gas stove.
As soon as he heard the switch,
he flew into a nearby cove.
Tic.. tic.. BOOM!
Was the sound of the gas stove,
my body was ripped like pulling on green cloves.
Looks like I was killed by a little black crow


-Shane P. 9/14/15

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Tree

Oh, how I would love to be a tree,
Never boring, towering over all we see
Never speaking but humble and wise like we should be.
The true mother of nature. 
Nurturing Gods creatures
Humming birds, rodents and the busy bees.
Forest filled with friends
A forest with no end
A forest with no corruption but everything to defend.
Oh, how I would love to be a tree,
Watching children grow,
Watching lovers bestow,
Watching the chills of death say it’s only hello
Oh, how I would love to be a tree…
Oh, how I would love to be a tree…

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One Plus One

One plus one equals two
That’s why I can’t stop thinking of you

I hate that your so far and down in the blues
Maybe that why you got a new friend called booze

You found another guy, it’s not surprising news
I hope your happy with him
Even thou it feels like déjà vu 
And I hope this isn’t the one that finally gets you to say
I do

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Henchmen

I am you’re inhumane subconscious.
The devilish whisper,
The frightful whimper
The regrettable temper.

The sporadic thoughts of sin
The undeniable beastly lust within
The scheming fool who in the end, thinks he is going to win.

I remind you of your sadness.
The days you wish you were dead
Thinking of all the things you said that’s locked up inside your head.


Tormenting you while you sleep
Keeping you away from anyone good you meet. 
Because I’m lucifers henchmen,
And I will always be discreet.


I’ll keep you away from your passion
Telling you obscure lies that fills my satisfaction.

And there will never be a compromise because I am in disguise feeding on your demise while telling you that your unwise for the God given life you deserve to have.

I’ll keep you from your dreams,
With my clever little schemes,
I’ll let you know who reigns supreme,
And kill your self esteem.

Because I am the devil’s henchmen,
I am your inhuman subconscious. 
And if you give into me. 
The end is all you will see.

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Untitled Raw

What's keeping me sane?
What's not letting me blow out my brain. 
What's not letting me set a fire to my world 
because every night I lay in my bed curled.

I'm not tired. I just want to die.
I don't even have enough emotions to cry.
I just too apathetic.
I just don't care and if I had a gun to my head I wouldn't be because the world isn't fair.
Thinking about how the shot would spread it.
Thinking about the blood bath, I wouldn't even sweat it.

What's keeping me from doing it?
Why don't I just pull it?
Why am I so scared?
If there was a God wouldn't he care?
Why am I more afraid of hell then blowing my brains out?
I feel like a little b*tch who just complains and pouts. 


I have everything in the world
Is this mental illness? I can't tell
Why am I even rhyming? 
Emotions shouldn't have a rhyme scheme. It should be blunt not f*cking clean. 

I just need a cigarette.

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Angel

I once heard an angel sing
She was graceful and danced and showed off her wings

Her eyes sparkled like the shooting stars in the midnight of spring

She laid her gaze upon me 
And we had our fling

I was a fool to have thunk that she wanted a ring
Instead my heart was shot across the sky with a devilish fling

But honestly, who would known I'd be left at my thrown 
As a heartless king

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Halloween

Blood, bones I want some gore
I'll keep watching horror flicks till my eyes get sore
I know you too want an assistant like egor
Who will help drag your victims through the floor!

Blood, bones I want some gore
Dissecting my patients would never be a chore
When you have buckets of eyes and brains
It's a galore!

Blood, bones I want some gore!
I'll create my own little pet that I'll adore
And make his inside unbreakable to the core
Wouldn't it be cool if he had three legs instead of four?

BLOOD, BONES I WANT SOME GORE!

9/30/15