Shae O'Brien grew up in the Pacific Northwest, and it has bred her to have a love for music, coffee, the ocean, and rain. Her love for writing was planted at a young age, with the encouragement of beautiful family and inspiring teachers, and grew into a passion she cannot go a day without. During the day, Shae is also an English teacher, promoting the art of the written word among the youth of Austin. Her writing has been featured in publications such as Off The Wookie, AIPF Di-verse-city Anthology 2012, and TWENTY: Poems In Memoriam. She recently self-published her first chapbook, "Truths Unspoken", which takes the reader on a poetic journey through the passion, love, heartbreak, and rebirth of a relationship. You may find her on any given night writing or performing her work around Austin, TX.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012


You gave me a guitar pick once
Broken, to show me the effort
Behind your love for the song.
I've wanted to be that song ever since
I've wanted to sing those words from your breath
I've wanted to let you pluck the notes from my chest
I've wanted to be loved by you.
But not just any love
The kind of love that brings grown men to their knees
And brings blind hearts to see
And makes empty souls believe
That there might just be a miracle out there
For them.
I wanted to be your miracle.
The kind that doesn't just make your day
But makes your whole year
I wanted you near.
Near like the goosebumps I get on my skin
When you touch me.
Like your breath-
No not the breath you've exhaled
But the breath still in your lungs
And come out as those words you sung
When you played that tune
That broke that pick
That I found in a letter
That ended with "Love"
But not...that kind.
Not the kind I wanted.
Not the kind I felt
When I picked you up and played you
When I took a breath and sang you
When I broke my heart to have you
Just for eight counts.
The truth is you were always the song
And I wish I could send you my heart
Broken, to show you the effort
Behind my love for you.

1 comment:

  1. Love this... I would love to hear you do this at a poetry slam. :)