taylor-ramey
I write to illustrate myself. I write to keep from jumping off the highest thing around me. My goal is to make art. I want to express myself in such a way that others can consume it and digest my feelings. That others may find solace in the company of the miserable. My goal is to write ballads of bastards and beauty alike, and to illustrate my life as it is perceived and persevered by yours truly.
We could hold hands until hell freezes over,
And we could dance delightfully until the day is done.
We could talk for time eternal,
But still I doubt that I’m your one.
I feel distraught by small dismissals
And abysmal when shot with shouts
Deep down I know our chance’s dismal
Our rugged road a wretched route
A slight smile to stopper doubt’s affliction
The price paid with a painful heart
But what a deal to forgo the friction
To keep from falling all apart.
A sinking stomach and belly of lead,
I think our expiration’s near.
I’m full of ******* frusturation,
But overflowing with fleeting fear.
For every moment we’re together,
Cuddled close for company,
I think about the approaching weather
The storm that shatters you and me.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
If I were a bird,
I’d escape the cold in the winter,
And find love in the spring.
Be observed in the summer by lovers
Fly free through clouds and dreams
And chirp for all the world to hear.
If I were a bird,
I’d fear not shot nor snake,
And traverse the sky for the simple sake.
I’d rise high above all problems,
Rest in Redwoods tall as towers,
And nestle softly in the clouds.
If I were a bird,
Life would be grand
Life would be simple
Life would be easy
But alas, I am no bird.
No wings to carry me,
No voice to chirp songs of success
I am but a man.
With legs plastered to the ground,
And a heart too heavy to heave around.
So I leave the ballads to the blue jays,
And the chorus to the crows,
Instead, I type my feels out,
So at least a few will know.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
I lay flat on my bed.
The silence is broken only by doors slamming a world away.
My eyes, glazed over towards the window.
Its three in the afternoon,
Yet, it feels like nighttime.
Tomorrow, I have another appointment
Maybe this time I will get help
Maybe this time I’ll **** myself
It’s hard to keep pushing forward
And I’m tired.
I don’t know what to do.
Everyone tells me that living is joyous
But for me, those moments are too few and far between.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
I lie on my stomach, spine contorted
And listen to my fingers flick across the keys
My arms tingle from my elbows down,
And still I lie and wait
For something profound to come to mind
For anything that isn’t a cry for help to escape my hands
To feel an emotion that isn’t pain
My intention is not to be captious
But to illustrate the current of my emotions
And my current emotions
They change like the tide
That is, what I’m feeling inside
It is more and less than nothingness.
The sadness so thick that one could choke
Yet the antithetical is just as true
There is a numbness that lays deep
Beyond my elbows and to my heart
A deep depression,
Simple, dark.
And sometimes I fall apart
And rebuild through writing,
Label it therapy,
Label it art.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
I can feel the gentle, rhythmic breathing
And the tepid touch of your skin
Soon the sun will rise,
And you must go to class
But you will mutter an excuse
Just to stay a minute more with me
I can hear your soft snores,
And muffled moans
Soon we will succumb to summer,
And it’s malicious motives,
To bisect your beauty,
From my greedy grasp
I can smell the shampoo
That I will never smell again
For I will move,
And you will move,
A Dispossessed Connection
Though our spring may have ceased
Our wilted whispers will never wane
Though my bed may be devoid
I’ll remember where you had lain.
I’ll remember our long laughs
And your sweet smile, more stunning than the stars
I’ll remember our wishful words
And the times that were ours.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
The clock glows a dim green,
gently reminding me that the sun will be up soon.
I sigh,
and continue to type meaningless words on a page that doesn't exist.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
Click
Click
Click
Words spew onto the screen,
The story of how you make me feel.
How my chest aches in anguish
At the distance that divides us.
How I spent seasons sobbing at the sky
How the brightest blue fades
Contrasted with your smile.
How every “I love you” I send is as sincere as the first.
How every “I love you” I receive still makes me melt.
How I can measure minutes in thoughts of you.
And then.
I crush the curious arrow always pointing left,
Never letting me be right.
Never letting me express myself for fear of being cast aside
Funny how that unassuming arrow
Holds me back from so much.
Click
Click
Click
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if wandering eyes,
Can see through my bravado and intrepid disguise.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
A blue glow casts shadows across my face.
The room is silent except for the low drone of the air-conditioning unit
And the grumble of the clearly miserable commentator.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
The grotesqueness of Man
Shown to a clouded mind.
The animalistic nature
Of a society that separates itself
from the animals
Revealed.
In the moment,
Thoughts too jumbled to express
The stark realization.
The realization that society is sick.
A pustule ready to burst
Packed with the greed and malice of the masses
And the Hypocrisy of a people
Where being equal means being white
Where opportunity only lies in lineage
And then the sharpness and soundness returns
And all those realizations fade
Chalked up to delusions of a drug induced dementia
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC