Poems from Liam Archer Shanahan
I need to write something. I need to write what I feel, or perhaps what I’m thinking. I have yet to learn if those things are different. It...
When she smiles,
I smile.
When she laughs,
I laugh.
When she loves,
I love.
When she thinks,
I think
When she cries,
I cry
When she hates,...
A fresh page.
The reinvention
Of a long underappreciated discipline.
Empty miles;
A blank key;
No cardinal in sight.
I dropped off of mine...
Books stacked high.
I’ll likely never read them
I read 20 pages in
And talk about them
like I know them
I carry them around with me
Like...
The mirror wept, cause
Everyone who looked at her
Saw only themselves