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Ryan Seth Cole Jun 2017
Low and behold I see, beneath the surface of things.

Inner mechanics that twist and tie us together. The reflections of humanity, the decay and rott placed at our feet.

The way we sew our seeds, ripping through avast particular selection of prey we feed.

Overall becoming that vicious cycle, we take up to hand down, we repeat.

Im plagued with constant torture of painful memories. Traumatizing moments render me to my ultimate defeat.

Im left too the wolves to eat. Only my fowl stinch Drives them away.

Too abstain distance from myself the enemy, who cares to caress my ego and pleasure me with they're company?

Who can I take down or who is out their
Who is worse off than me? Rinse, wash, repeat...

-RSC
Not everyone learns but everyone remembers how it felt.
Ryan Seth Cole Jun 2017
They called me naive, for whence was my curiosity. What led me to believe, where was something I was taught and what also life led me to see.

Boy I thought I had life figured out but everyday life teaches me.
Beaten and tied into knots, my eyes begin to finally see. Caper in, I would figure why not? After all I been through, it was worth a shot.

True happiness I begot, for what it's worth, it sure worth alot to me. But for many it's not and also a different view to see.

Well you can't be something your not, well isn't it worth a shot? For all of us to see? One day when we all can smile and all of this is just a thought, that would be a day I would like to see.

But I'm reminded that it is not. Too me, this is my reality. Painful reminder or not, it sure put"s things in perspective for me. And so true happiness I begot, because it's the world I'd like to see.

Whether if it's who you are to me or not. True happiness is what I got, true happiness is what I would like to see.

-RSC
Everyday of my life. You cannot escape your destiny.
Ryan Seth Cole Apr 2017
Breathing maliciously, I procure exponentially. My defeat is all but a matter of time.

I slip down that slippery hole that  enters or rather exits into my mind.

I eventually stare from the side lines. Potentially no more option, Left with blind eyes.

I wander from room to room unmasking every sin and every lie.

Until the rooms are empty, I transpond images. I assure you there is no silver line.

What a chilling cauldron it becomes beneath all that I find.

The destruction lay wait to repair with so little time.

If I donot hurry there will be nothing left to salvage. I will be stuck here for all of time.

I cannot emphasize the importance enough that I must leave at the sound of the right sign.

Further below and further behind. I have been bound to this bed with a hope that I will hear a sign.

The time has come I hear drug out beep and see a flashing light.
The battle is won, now to begin a new life.
Ryan Seth Cole Apr 2017
Paint me in black and whites. We are only as dark as the starry blue skies.

Stretching my arms ever wide, exposing my vunerable points until you stab me inside.

What commandeth you so? What exactly do you know? What gives you the right to look down on me beneath your filthy toes.

How you dangle them so, how it angers me inside that you would feel so self riotous to judge what you donot know.

You are not God. Your someone I turned to learn from, Instead you squander all my works and torment me, degrade me and affect everything around me.

You are not my friend, you are an enemy.
Ryan Seth Cole Mar 2017
I am somewhere out there, lost in myself..No need to ask for help, I am pillaging memory's in search of a reminder of how it all once felt. It is so far away from me now, I instead plunder my life away in doubt. Washed up wanderings of how it might have all played out. **** it all to hell!, I say! I push the barstool close and and drink my life away. What other pretty picture must I paint. If there was ever a wasted chance for me, it's gone now. Too far away for me to see. God ! Look how pathetic must I be!? So I keep it all locked inside deep, where the ugly thing's I have done hide. If your into listnen, your up for a ****** up ride so he who hath an ear, I have the rhyme....
~Small Series collection~
(You be the dagger, I'll be the heart)
Intro·
Ryan Seth Cole Mar 2017
An incandescent glow lights the way.
Time test the durability of the step's I pave. Eluding Whisper's in my ear, I needeth not to share what they say. I learned who I was yesterday.

Thought's fester and trap me in such way's. Under the weight of shame, I exercise full rebuttal and distain.

Can we not be better? Can I not change? Or am I just changing habits? Press on forget or shove it down to have it haunt me another day.

I'm such a waste of space. can't afford to keep or replace. Im standing face to face. With an indignant conscience, I am assertive in others embrace.

Disconnecting my connection. Retracing my steps to see a connection between who I was and why am I this way.? Or I could sit here and not try to participate.

Either way, I will always yearn to be better than who I am today to one day meet and face my fate.
To be real and not fake.
I then fall into place.

Muster not to come up with word's to say. How else could I repay.? Lay it down and walk away. Into the depths of my mind I replay. Former problems find they're way.
Here I am to stay and figure it out so I can go on with my day.
Ryan Seth Cole Mar 2017
In a broad kindred of spirits collide,
Too each is each to own and then we reply.

For where art thou darker days? Tucked behind us, spread like paste. Beneath a new chapter is where it lays.

A folding eyelid above beholds.
Temperatures swell, tempation creeps, weather is cold.

Are we not our own or do we just do as we are told? Again into the fold, clouds gather ahead, I clinch tight to my soul.

It's just that Im really not a good person. But I keep following this glow. Into the dark again I go.

A strange connection between what you consider real or make belief.
A thin rope dangles above from the fall that balanced and centered me.

For all that I appreciate and sense to be. For life finally making sense to me. Im circled by Death, teaching me something I have yet to be.

Echo knows eternity. A perfect gift from me to you from the lights of which you were meant to be. You are to your ability, able to be. Deep within your reach is where your meant to be...
Learning how walk on my own two feet.

— The End —