A Poem by Shane William

Her eyes are blue,
But tonight they've turned red
Not because they are reflecting
something red like an apple
More like blood is shooting toward her head

And I think I'll ride the leukocyte train
it's going fast

So fast that in no time I'll be
A tear rolling down her cheek
Melting on her lips only for the process to repeat
What should I do to make my mournful escape?

Grab her hair
Sliding down the jungle of strands
Until I dissolve into her shoulder blades
Imprisoned in her rib cage
with her lungs and heart
Vermilion blood
I just don't want to believe
that she lives and breaths
In a world I'm not apart of
And though my hand can't touch
My infatuation travels collectively with hers

© 2013 Shane William

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*snap *snap "And I think I'll ride the leukocyte train it's going fast" < I mean...who says that? You do! Awesome! come join my FB poetry group Please! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

Love the first two lines of the third stanza. Love the whole fourth stanza too. Great job!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Wow...where have you been?! Seriously, how have I not stumbled upon your writing yet? This was seriously good, my friend. I love the imagery, which is what really makes this piece. I mean, the idea is simple enough, you are missing someone, but the way you present it is what breathes the vast and varied brushstrokes into existence. I'm impressed.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on May 20, 2013
Last Updated on May 20, 2013


Shane William
Shane William


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