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Ryan Holden Apr 2017
Long tiring days,
Destination home,
Idyllic waistline,
Perfect head,
Must be frosty,
Delicious barley,
Always, makes the week worth it.
A poem about an ice cold beer after a long week!
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
Pitter patter small feet,
Lush green surrounding,
Trees higher than the atmosphere,
Thinking I'm Tarzan,
River flows elegantly,
Hither and thither,
Staining our pristine clothes,
I used to love that Forest.
A story of my childhood!
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
Fog and black clouds surround the air,
Gloomy faces, tired eyes from weekend festivities,
Two empty days isn't fair,
We didn't fit in many activities,

Miserable, sorrowing over deprived sleep,
Eyes filled and thoughts weep,
Friday please will you remain,
Monday I order you to refrain.
Just a silly poem about Monday's . After all, everybody hates Monday's!
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
Lethal vines wrapped in cotton,
Complex thoughts rotten,
Divulged emotions best kept hidden,
Vicious teeth and cautiousness of being bitten,
Eavesdropping inside your subconscious,
Thoughts mischievous,
Open up my love, open up your heart,
We will never have an ending and this will be the start.
The beginning of a new life.
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
As I stare into your alluring eyes,
You gaze back at mine,
Nibbling on her lower lips,
Enticing me into her soul.

She grabs my hand,
A thousand white feathers shimmering,
I Grab her hourglass waist,
And whisper "Kiss me"
The nervous feeling you get when you start to like someone.
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
I am autumn fall lost in wind,
Elusive but enmeshed,
Blind to see the path,
Yet eyes wide open,
A poem about doing something you hate.
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
I'm alone,
Nobody around to hear my soft cries,
I hope for hospitality,
All I receive is brutality,
Help,
Somebody must care,
I'm broken and it's not fair,
All I need is a caring hand,
I bury my head into the sand,
It will be easier that way,
Because nobody seemed to care yesterday nor today,

I'm a fraction away from insanity,
Crushed heart in need of help for vanity,
I beg for attention,
Yet I receive nothing but rejection.
Just something I wrote about people who suffer with depression. I wanted to express how they can feel, despite people showing they care, however, they will never truly know. The title represents how they're not alone "almost alone" but they believe they are!
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