Michael Ryan

Michael Ryan Mar 2013

The warring battle of not good or evil.
Not right or wrong.
But at the moments notice what should be done.
Should I go out to struggle against the war of thought,
or meagerly accept that the battle has been lost;
Why not slide back into bed, a seemingly forever.
Because sometimes what is right is not always right.
And what is wrong is not always wrong.
Maybe defeat is the reality of what I need.
Would that not be so much easier.
Sorry to say, but that's what I'm leaning to.
Just cancel everything for the future, it's only war.
Request this slumber to peacefully accept that I am not meant to win.
This bed does not hold dreams.
The pillows do not rest my head.
"Comforter" oh please. It suffocates me.
These sheets were meant to bring the calm.
But they are my memories.
Reminders of why I can't leave,
and the very essence of why I should.

Quick. Easy. No good.

Michael Ryan Feb 2013

The Seasons will Carry on

Someday soon all I've fought for will be for naught
All beginning in the Summer
the changes will last forever
although all my reasons all begin to leave
they will chase the seasons
my fellows become my nevers
and it will become hard to believe
that the Spring has gone just like the Fall
these apparitions will no longer walk these halls
strangers to the next rise of seasons
my friends, I've enjoyed being by your side
It'll be hard to say goodbye
like the seasons
we'll be right back together, someday

I'm a Freshman in college and all the friends that I have made and dorm with are Seniors and will be gone after this semester. I should edit this to make it better...

Michael Ryan Feb 2013

Never backspace

Delete
the last
and forget the past
my fiendish ally <---back space
will reel back time
not here
not this time
freely written never taken back to the past
never back space
only to the future they go
aren't they lucky that none of them got deformed in a typo
freely written and never edited let creativity flow and never adjust
accept the mistakes
and evey mistake is just a glimmer of what had to happen
luckyily only 2 were made
not poetic, but meaningfl
make that 3

Keep the flow and continue on(a typo was made in here it got fixed)

Michael Ryan Feb 2013

Twist and Twist

Twist and twist
That's what they all do
Twist and twist
**** those insides of mine
Why can't they learn that I don't like to tango
"Eye Spy with my little eye"
The reason why my insides learn to dance
Feats of contortion on display
Each pair of salsa dancers going for the gold
These duos never know when to quit
They want those mighty 10s but...
**** this brain of mine
This little dancer is satisfied with last place
He once was prized to finish out top tier
**** this brain, stop shaking feathers
Get the foxtrot down and finish this waltz
otherwise let the inside rest they having feelings too

Something about a girl you know the usual stuff. As per usual let the expectations continue onto - unlikely to be successful. Even though it is VERY obvious that she is into me. I feel like I am breaking down how could I let someone into this mine field.

Michael Ryan Jan 2013

Those Pearly Whites

Hey sweet friend of mine
why not wear that smile I love so much
the thing that set our friendship ablaze
it was the definition of harmony
how amazing I thought it was
something about it told me, "Hey she should be your friend"
yes I really did refer to myself third person
that's how SPECIAL your perky smile was that day
to be honest it catches my eye, every time, it's persuaded to attend our day
nothing short of glorious
Crazy, to think that I've never had some days to spend
All this time your smile has lived so far
and as I ponder about the future
and struggle against the current: that I'll never get to see it that much
I'll just visualize those pearly whites, like I am right now
To remember that in these days--you're out there
and that in these days--I should never be "Soft Grunge"
and that maybe just maybe my best-est of friends you'll be here some day soon.

This is about my best friend Pam Galinta. Maybe this is good, then I will share it with her otherwise. It'll forever stay with you guys, the lucky few. :D (Well it was good so it was linked to her; she needs to respond already.) [She likes it]

Michael Ryan Jan 2013

I slept for 5weeks.

Sleep for 5 weeks
and tell me what you feel
I slept for 5 weeks
and I'll tell what I felt
Can I tell you about how unlucky bears are
to hibernate
Maybe I tell you that it's like cardiac arrest
an abrupt darkness to revival
Perhaps it's what Haley's Comet experiences
a forever cycle of nothing, that's glorious
That isn't what I felt
Congenital Insensitivity?
That is what I felt
Something that thrives then sleeps--dies, but comes back to life--something forever fleeting--Never feeling that fatal touch.
I hibernated
I had cardiac arrest
I was something that shows beauty, but never gets drawn all the way in
I was consumed with being unwantedly numb
What do you feel in 5 weeks?

I was on Winter break and it felt more like nothing than living. You should respond to this one?

Michael Ryan Jan 2013

7 days in the World

One day back
Is 7 days in the world
Did I ever leave this realm, called a dorm
Never feels like I can traverse this gap
Time well spent, en-caged
Deciding to go talk, nothing wrong with that
Talking can't be a sign of defeat!
Finding a way to build a bridge
Use these connections to find that opening
Let the wind whisper, through these bars
The breeze will grant, a peaceful slumber.
Can I regress?
seven days in the real world
is 1 pleasant day being back.

This could be about multiple things. Too much time spent in my dorm. Me going to CAPS. or my need to make a poem, since its been a little while. (Filling that quota)