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I am not scared of dying,
I am scared of how i'll die.
Does anyone want to go
With a knife through their eye?

Imagine feeling the tip
At the very back of your skull...
Would you still be conscious
When the medics tried to pull?

Or what if your car crashed
And there was no one around
To help you out of it
Right before that 'BOOM' sound?

Would you hear it yourself?
Or would you choke on smoke?
That's why I fear certain deaths
Doesn't sound very dope.

But if I went in my sleep,
At 100 years old,
I would smile down at my body
When upwards I start to float.

Now, here is my issue!
What if I was dragged down?
Hell isn't a fun place
That also makes me frown.

I better go to church
And stop this talk of death
When I go, I go
But it isn't my time yet.
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
wordvango
after watching
the videos of children and humans
striving for a breath
their bodies limp
from a saran attack
I would strap my *** to
a cruise missile
after getting a tattoo
all over my body saying
Assad
this is for you!
It was sickening
beastlike satanic
and I cried
my stomach wretched
I shuddered
here this world is
in the 21st century
and  some of us
are still barbarians
I pray
we listen to the
little girl some
call the  Syrian
Anne Frank
my heart breaks
again
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
oni
maybe we dont believe
we're beautiful
because those who have
told us that
have hurt us
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Sam
It's nice to know the standpoint I am seen at
How much the truth is twisted...
Is that really what I do?
Was that really who I was?
Because the facts I have,
The evidence I keep,
Says differently.
Its funny as people lie when
I know the truth.
Because I can never convince
them of what actually happened.
Nobody ever believes that...
So I just sit back,
and listen to their twisted tales,
because, hey, might as well
throw them a bone.
I know what I believe,
**I know who I am.
Old poem but still relevant so why not post
Strong is a man
who loves
For he is ready
for pain

But Love
is for the weak
For the weak
is in pain
Does it make sense?
You didn't change my life
in a moment
but you changed it
more than any moment
can hold.
Stayed home. Hours.
7/30
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Traveler
Forgotten now
She's no longer young
I can taste
Her name on
The tip of my tongue
I see her face
So elegant yet tired
We once shared
Her deepest
Darkest desires
Oh how I miss
That kind of fire

Dust settles in empty spaces
Caterpillars morph while lost in stasis
Stuffy moths need butterfly ***
To spread their wings
To retrieve their hum
Oh what have I become
With my indignatious sum

...
Traveler Tim
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