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16.9k · May 2014
Self Confidence
Ryan Lindsey May 2014
Self confidence is the most efficient kind of insecurity.
5.2k · Dec 2015
Stoic Endurance
Ryan Lindsey Dec 2015
Your morbid reassurance to a impractical salutation hurts us both.
sleeping outside is gonna get us sick.
Your insecurities lead you to my confidence that sank us both to vulnerability.
Not only did you abuse my well being, you drained it.
Look at my victimizing face and tell me this isnt your fault. It takes two to devastate one.
We both deserve to sleep in the same bed
Come inside
We have a stoic endurance for each other.
You're not wrong for anything
1.9k · Apr 2014
Privacy/Humiliation
Ryan Lindsey Apr 2014
Just because your hurt
Doesn't mean you have to express how shallow your pain is.
Privacy rules out humiliation
1.2k · Apr 2014
Kitchen
Ryan Lindsey Apr 2014
Happiness isn't at the table were you eat your dinner
But
At the Kitchen were the cook makes it
Because passion is drive
And food is an escape
646 · Nov 2016
Winds Talking
Ryan Lindsey Nov 2016
When the brisk winds dominate the night sky
I listen to its alluring voice
Singing the songs of everyone's story
The winds push against the grass, tress, flowers, bushes
Creating a symphony, demanding to be heard
Complimenting the night sky

In a overwhelming cry for help
To hear the winds become violent
aching
Good people take its weight
creating peace
Listen to good people sing in the night
526 · Dec 2015
Winter of 2016
Ryan Lindsey Dec 2015
THE HEART BECOMES NUMB OVER THE EXAGGERATED AND THE VIOLENT.
I FEED THE MALADY AND DIG MYSELF A SELF LOATHING PIT FOR NOT ONLY MY CORPES BUT THE PEOPLE I UNWILLINGLY DAMAGED.
THE CRACKS IN MY MIND ARE CLAWED WITH FEAR AND THE AGNST PACES AND PACES.
EVERYTHING THAT EXISTS FOR INFINITE MILES WITH IN ONE IS DEAD, EVERY INCH OF LIFE IS UNFAMILIAR.
I POUR OUT WHAT LIFE I HAD INTO MY PETITE PLANTS AND RESONATE THE GREENS IN MY BITTER CHEST THAT CANT CLINCH ANY BREATH OF RURAL STILLNESS THAT HELPS ME NOT SPILL MY ORGANS ONTO MY FLOOR.
THIS OVER EXHAUSTING BETRAYAL OF MYSELF AND THE RIVALRY AGAINST MY MIND CANT TAKE REST FOR AS LONG AS THE ROOTS IN THE SOIL ARE TANGLED AND NOT BREATHING I AM NOT WILLING TO SHARE ANY COMFORT.
THE LIFE THAT WAS ONCE IN FIELDS OF MIDDLE AMERICA ARE GONE AND I MISSED SO MUCH JOY I SOAK IN THE BITTER TAKE ON THE 2016 WINTER.
367 · Nov 2016
Short frail pleasure
Ryan Lindsey Nov 2016
Remote and isolated*

Confused and delusional

Aggressive and insecure

Not right now. Peace with these moments.
326 · Nov 2016
Snuggled
Ryan Lindsey Nov 2016
Earthly eyes portraying the radiant greens reflected in the sun
Being complemented by an ocean in the night
Making her gaze a day dream
She sleeps
Her opulent mind in a trance, precious head at rest. She's a cloud
Deserves care, affection, sacrifice, trust, and praise
Breathing gently is therapy
She sleeps
Beautiful composition, her body tells a story of desire
Warm golden brown hair shines my future
Running down to her neck
Asking for kisses
Admire
Her
She sleeps
323 · Nov 2016
11:14pm
Ryan Lindsey Nov 2016
THE BODY
THE NERVES
PRACTICALITY
RATIONALITY
THE ACHES THE ACHES
Guided by fear trying to accept love

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