Biography of Dylan Shears
I was born in 1989 in Huntington, WV. I've been writing poetry and fiction since 12 years old. My favorite poets are Sylvia Plath and e.e. cummings. I do most of my writing late at night, because it's become such a ritual for me. I go through huge spells of writer's block for either poetry or fiction, but never both at once. I like sharing my work with others, but don't expect to ever really get published or anything.
Dylan Shears Poems
Nothing says hello Quite like those short kisses On his cheek, No emotion.
My Porcelain Angel
Eyes set like emeralds, when touched by light they shine, precious, an heirloom of her soul.
The Infrequency Of Emotion
Emotion infrequent disappears to a heap of bones. The bodiless become intimate, separated by their infrequency and lack of affection.
Tunnel Of Love
'Goodbye, ' she said. This girl I once loved, now a woman defect in her love for me.
This Is Not A Poem
No, no. Mind's buzzing, Thoughts scattered, Scrawled across a page.
This is not a lust that consumes me, No, much more powerful than that. Connect the pathways in our brains,
A stranger in every sense of the word, Yet here you are tugging at my heart strings. Our eyes connect, transmit messages invisible to everyone else. Your soul begs me to set it free.
What I Know
I know nothing of how you grew up, of what life was like, of who you really are.
I love you, kind stranger. Your lips remind me That I'm not alone.
Spin me with indecision, Color me with your voice, Hunting, haunting, hitting me with your uncertainty. Hold me closer like we dreamt about.
Love Can Break You
Love is a wave threatening to crash against you, Making your knees buckle in a moment of weakness. Vulnerability is your name when you whisper The truth - in three simple words.
I hold your honesty against my breast. Tell me raw truth; I am unafraid. Imperfection is beauty, flaws are life, Speaking your whispers against my nervous lips.
Watch Me Fall
watch me fall like a newborn child, a sense of balance not yet instilled in me,
For what reason did you spit me out like a bad taste left in your mouth?