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Wesley Ryan Feb 2020
Ah, my lovely dear, I wish and desire
That you would read my writings ode to you…
The fact that no things ‘licite echo brings ire
And deep sorrow, like you told me adieu

Yet still I write for I love you so, with
My poet’s heart. I miss your eyes, dark and
Deep, like the void which separates our myth.
Your smile, a rare sight, stamp’d me with a brand.

I miss your beautiful, light brown form,
So caramel sweet, yet sweeter is your
Laugh. Eccentric as you are, ***** the norm!
I love the confidence, so easy you pour

My darling, Kel, distance makes my heart grow
Yet soon like a balloon, it’ll break and blow.
I fell in love, but t'was not meant to last, seeing as she was forced to move home to California. I tried to maintain some sort of relationship, but this beautiful soul, who was once so kind to me, grew cold and unresponsive.
Wesley Ryan Jul 2020
I am a man of glass
I am delicate,
I am fragile.
I am brittle,
I am beautiful.

I am easy to break.
A harsh tone hit me hard, and I realized how fragile I am.
Wesley Ryan Aug 2020
Every night,
Every night,
Every night it comes back.

Each day,
Each day,
Each day it lingers.

I stay,
I stay,
I stay in constant motion to keep it away.

But...

Every night,
Every night,
Every night it comes back.

The loneliness,
The loneliness,
The loneliness that consumes me.

I wish,
I wish,
I wish I could just live.

But...

Every night,
Every night,
Every night it comes back.
I wish I had my autonomy back....
Wesley Ryan May 2020
Love... is a fickle thing.
It is beautifully horrible,
Intoxicatingly sobering,
painfully euphoric.

When you're in love,
your partner's pains are yours
and your's, theirs;
You share with one another for better or for worse
You do your damnedest to ease their pain,
but sometimes, you simply can't...
An awful feeling, of helplessness...

But love is also healing.
Your partner will bring light to your life like never before
They glow radiantly, which you seek with fervent passion
To bask in your partner's glow is the most wonderful feeling
Every laugh
Every smile
Every touch
Every moment
Is pure ecstasy to be shared

When you're in love you share the good and the bad,
For better or for worse
And even though I'm in pain now,
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because I love you.
Probably not my best poem, but it feels right...
Wesley Ryan Jul 2020
When conversations end,
When the people all leave,
When they all go and enjoy their own lives
When I am finally alone...

I first sigh with relief; solitude at last,
I go about my own business,
I start to grow with unease,
I find myself wishing they'd return...

But they won't.
This wasn't how I was expecting this poem to go, but sometimes different is good.
Wesley Ryan Mar 2020
Brave queen of lions, walks proud among them, watching her people;
Proud lioness, she rules the savanna, all that the eye sees;
Zebra and springbok, hippo and meerkat, all pay her tribute
Under acacia branches, she sits there, queen of the grassland.
Collab with my friend, Tezz.
Wesley Ryan Feb 2020
The weather seemed to match my emotional fizzle
It rained on from despondent grey sky
Not even mustering a proper storm, rather a drab constant drizzle
The sky was me and I was the sky, I couldn't be that guy,

Could I?
He who waxed on ‘bout woe
Yet about what had nothing to show
I remain, yet the rain moved on, nothing more than a by-the-by

Sigh after sigh, I felt myself slip
Deeper and deeper into my dip
Yearning for something to excite
Yet knowing not what came on as a fright

I am no longer the sky, rather the sea
In constant consequence movement, with no will of its own
Indeed, indeed, that guy is me
The one so drear, who must atone for crimes uncommitted, all alone

A prisoner of fate
I am now the ground
Nothing to soothe me but a soul made of slate
Now I must find a joy in this drear, to enjoy the ride, for are we not all hell-bound?
So, I wrote this a while back when I was in a depressive state. It lays out the sort of transitions in perspective I made when trying to cope. In the end, I came to a nihilistic sort of "might as well enjoy what I can" mentality.

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