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 Jul 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Rachel Glen
don't tell me that i'll be okay,
when my heart lies bleeding at your feet.
heartbreak isn't for the weak,
and darling how can i be strong without you?
 Jul 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Rachel Glen
"that really isn't the best idea."
"i know."
i picked up the pieces from the aftermath,
placed them in random order,
and watched my self destruction take hold.
after all this,
how could i possibly stand,
if it was all for nothing.
 Jul 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Mims
What happens when its quiet?
When there's nothing left to say,
When woods, and fields,
Aren't miles away.
When roads are quiet and footsteps are the only thing interrupting your thoughts?
Which,
Are always louder alone.
Birds always sing louder when they're  alone.

Anxiety likes to stand on my chest.
And cool breezes, and sunsets,
And quiet roads,
seem to be the only thing,

That reminds me,


I'm me.
Evening walks are nice on country roads
 Jul 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Traveler
Every ring needs a leader
He's not a "con man" just a cheater
Every ****** needs a pusher
She's a lover not a ******

As these gutters open wide
Feel the lust, you're still alive
Allow his words upon bare flesh
Close your eyes and hold your breath

Open up and let it out
Hum, moan, scream or shout
Truly
That's what living's all about

Every ring needs it's leader
He's a Poet with a one track meter
.....
Traveler Tim
About no one in particular... (-:
She wore a dress cut from the night sky
scattered with stars and dreams
and her smile
had a mischievous curve at each end
and a hint of magic glittered
in the colors surrounding her eyes
and she spoke in a voice
that echoed with the beauty of poetry
and he was tempted to crawl away
from the shyness that lived in his bones
and he managed to make small talk
but fell short of bravery
and slunk into the night without stars
and a dream that knew only her name
 Jul 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Traveler
An old family of friends of mine
They still live the religious life
Tethered to a state of mind
An enigmatic moral plight
Separate from all others
Outside their chosen vale
They call each other
Sister and Brother
And believe that we're in
Hell

Forty hours a week at work
The rest of their lives devoted to church

Desensitized their children
Escape through the shadows and cracks
The woman server the master
It was written, somewhere in the past

And once I lived among them
In the passage of my soul
Until my third eye opened
Unto this world I know
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Shanath
I THE BLACK

You can have my whole heart and devour it
but not squeeze out a drop of blood.

You will drown in a thirst
as you try to water me.

II THE WHITE

I am not meant to fall in love
I am meant to divide my soul

Among the satans of the world
And turn fire into cosmos.

(I am lost
But I will find my way.)
Edited, I thank Guy Scutellaro for the comment.
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