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Ryan Holden May 2017
My mind begins to whisper and speak,
Bizarre stories, grotesque honesty,
"It's only true love you ever seek"
Tearing myself apart constantly.

When illusions always perceive me,
My mind stays forever incomplete,
If small details were so plain to see,
Intercepting your cold hearted feet.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Gin
Destination home,
My room begins to spin,
Memories of amusements,
And copious amounts of Gin!
Hangover.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Avoid your school lunches,
Not a singular crumb,
They can turn you crazy,
Stick to ******* your thumb,

Sloppy monster pizza,
Will eat you while alive,
Greasy fat saturates,
Stick to salad and chives,
Just a silly "kids" poem about school lunches.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Arising to your fascinating persona,
Sleeping to your colossal heart,
Gasping frantically, to reach the surface,
Trapped underneath the coldest ice, in the widest river,
Shivers down my spine,
Pins and needles through my heart,
Consuming me with fear,
Scared of the rapture,
Inner interrogation of mind,
Acquainting myself of new horizons,
But remaining lonesome and fearful,
Crumbling when in your presence,
Listen to my penance,
Would you be attuned,
To my vulnerable aching heart?
Scared to love again.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Hold my hand, as I hold your breath,
Comforting my soul,
Pull me closer, conquer peninsula,
I've missed you, and I can't bare,
The thought of you going,
Back to the conflict filled province,
So please don't leave,
You've only just arrived,
My heart is absence in yours,
And this can't go on any longer,
But only,
Because of the conflict filled province,
When you depart,
Kiss me goodbye, and hold me me in memory,
As it may be our last.
a poem about a woman saying goodbye to her husband who's going back to war.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Eating, away at your conscience,
Narrowing your vision,
Altering reality and fairytales,
But easily obtained,
Constant internal battle,
Nothing can make this mind,
As Beautiful as a butterfly.
A poem about insecurities.
Ryan Holden May 2017
As time passes,
I ponder in my sleep,
Flying to Jupiter,
Slaying monsters and dragons,
Incapable of running away,
Loving forever,
Even walking around bare,
However I remain curious,
For what the next night brings.
Just a quick poem I wrote about some crazy dreams I've had lately
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