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Ryan Holden May 2017
Dark clouds,
Pollution fills air with dust,
Melted paintwork,
Cars rust,
The world is cold,
Hearts, brains and souls,
Full of mould.

Innocent animals die,
Innocent children cry,
The peaceful natural world
We once lived in,
Is full of death,
Heart break and sin.

I struggle to find a kind person,
The more I try and help
The more it seems to worsen,
If you're in doubt
About the life you live
Put on a smile,
Ask more and give.

For the world a bitter place,
So pick yourself up
An exception to the human race,
When you wake up grin
Share the laughter,
Eventually you'll wish
You did after.

If you feel times are tough,
Go explore, see the world,
You haven't seen enough,
Meet new people, meet new friends,
And fall in love,
Before your soul is caught
In a star from above.

Small children in poor countries,
Don't have healthy water,
But families go out and buy
A new car for their daughter.

With the world always spinning
Throughout the years,
All you're doing is sat
Shedding tears,
Just sit for a moment
Open your eyes and ears
It's not all bad,
When you've got family,
Friends and beers.
My final version of this, one of my originals but thought I'd go back and finish it :D
Ryan Holden May 2017
Punching through a hollow void,
Quickly grabbing a falling boxed heirloom,
Just touching your finger tips,
Watching it fall into eternal chasm.

Plunging into depths searching,
To find treasure that's empty,
In an elegant wooden shell,
Diving to surface, notions stung,
Holding a wooden box of drained love.
It's about those closed book styles of people!
Ryan Holden May 2017
Unhinged circus,
Requires perfect masquerade,
Before gymnasts leap,
Into Cinderella's world,
Spiralling into fame.

Before presenters go on stage,
And broadway groups dance,
Into undreamt wonders,
As actors rise and fall,
Her maple core remains.

As years elapse,
Girls become Women,
Perfect maple figure unscathed,
Always anticipating moments,
Of celebration, love and sorrow.

But most of all,
I still can't fathom,
How the dressing table speaks,
Invaluable untold stories.
Ryan Holden May 2017
You're the stars and moon,
My life, my tune,
Soul mate,
Best friend,
My wife,
Best thing in my life,
Hold me close as you sleep,
On my chest in a heap,
Hold onto me like glue,
Don't let go,
Our bodies intertwine,
Like a corkscrew.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Turquoise blue fills my eyes,
No white within,
Children filled with joy,
As lush green grass gets trampled,
It's a day of rarity,
To be with your family and friends,
Exploring and creating,
Sandcastles and fairytales,
As we enter nether regions,
Of endless fantasies,
We hope this day will come again,
But,
Because of England,
And it's tumultuous weather,
We enjoy it whilst we can.
Finally had a nice day today. Wrote this on my lunch break on my notepad quickly whilst starring from my office window, growing more and more envious of people sunbathing (yes sunbathing in England) and having fun outside
Ryan Holden May 2017
If I was an eagle,
Soaring through skies,
If I was a cloud,
And my inner self dries.

If I was a giant,
Who never hurt flies,
If I was a demon,
With red, behind my eyes.

If I was Benedict Arnold,
Who always told lies,
Would you still love me,
Despite my disguise?
Just a quick write :)
Ryan Holden May 2017
As you slowly run,
Falling down a void,
Of never ending cycle,
Your persistence considered,
Never disappoints restless,
I debate wandering,
To stop the dripping tap.
Currently a tap dripping in my house and thought I'd write about it. Ha.
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