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Ryan Nyberg Nov 2017
Shh
Kind hearts aren't meant to be used
Tender skin shouldn't carry a bruise.
Airy lungs - not for smoke,
But what I carry I broke,
And Ive burnt every safety fuse.

Universe is for all not for one
And our work although started-
It will never be done;
Spirit living in every
Shouldn't sleep, shouldn't rest
What I treasured and carried
Has been lost or misplaced.

Smiles meant to be honest
Not forced through teary eyes
Laughter is sign of happiness
Not despair in disguise.

If we all think the same
If we play the same game
Why are rules for each different
Why Am I not let play.
Ryan Nyberg Oct 2017
D.
You are my autumn leaves
My winter snow
You are light summer breeze
Before the storm.
You are light rain
So quickly growing heavy
You are the hurricane
That ruins all I carry.
You are the book I've read too many times
You are the perfect ending to love story
So tragic so heart breaking , filled with crimes
So perfect- you could be a saint, your soul so holy.
You are the cold that I feel in my bones
In summer heat
You are the fire burning deep inside my heart.
You are my ally, I accept defeat
You are the psychic and I'm just a card.
Ryan Nyberg Oct 2017
D.
i wish i held you closer than my heart;
my words were sensible from very start
i wish;
and everyday i wish i held your hand;
as i can feel my inadvertent end.

my locomotive lost its course and i am lost
my values are sold at no cost;
my pain gets worse.

i wish i held you closer than my fears;
my thoughts were thoughtless, vision wasnt clear.
now im regretting being who i am
now i am dreading as i face my inadvertent end.
Ryan Nyberg Jul 2017
will you be my silence?
will you be my rope?
that i'd hold on to so tightly  
as i let go of hope.

will you be my nightmare?
wake me up from good dreams;
will you be my last drag
before i seize to exist.

i want you to replace
all the good and the bad
i want you to take place
of what i have and what had.
i want you to be the air,
i want you to be the sun
the only voice i can hear
when i can hear no more sound.
the only touch i react to
when flesh come off of my bones
and be the darkness i enter
as i fall deeper in love.
Ryan Nyberg Jun 2017
They run away like I am fire;
They never look back
As if I were an evil tide, dengerous wire;
As if I were preparing to attack.

They run away and hide, never return;
While i am waiting patiently my turn
all I ever believed fades into darkness
the only light I see- is my hopes burn.

A wise man said-
Try loving thyself for a change instead.
But everything tastes different
And looks duller;
The smells are so mandaine-
theres none at all at times.

They run away as if I'm fire
Stil id take blame for their horrible crimes.
Ryan Nyberg May 2017
i dont know how to feel
i dont know what to do
i dont know your face even
though i thought i knew you.

i am choking on smoke
we are equally broke
and now i am divided in two.
Ryan Nyberg May 2017
what if i loved you a little bit more?
if I blocked all ways in
but gave you key to main door;
what if my heart beat a little bit faster?
would i slow down the time
'fore inadvertent disaster?

What if my hand was a bit closer to yours
what if my ships came to your abandoned shores;
what if i travelled every day hundred miles
through the mountains and oceans
passing cages with lions;
would you love me a little,
would you love me some more?
if i broke all my bones
would you love me at all?
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