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Ryan Mar 2013
Love is friendship set on fire
Nothing dimmer nothing brighter
Always rising ever higher
Than the one falling

Falling in love isn't easy
It may even be somewhat teas-ey
Please refrain from being queasy
Because you hear her calling

Calling in that lovely way
Makes you feel about to sway
To one above you need to pray
To keep yourself from bawling

Bawling for the improbability
Casting aside responsibility
Breaking the impossibility
That you could feel as I
Ryan Feb 2013
Is it possible
that maybe, just maybe
you might feel the same way
about me
as I do
about You?

Am I crazy
to think that
You and I could actually be?
Well that is my dilemma,
seems to always be my dilemma.

I should stop
over-analyzing everything you say.
And simply act.

Let's just talk
Let's talk about life
and love
or maybe not.
Talking about love with you
might be awkward
But on the other hand
maybe awkward is
exactly what we need?
Maybe awkward can change
into something less
frightening.

I can talk through my
chest collapsing,
and my heart stopping.
I've done it before.
It's just like talking
about any other nerve racking subject, right?

After all, I’ve been told
that "anything can happen"
and "anything can be"

Countless poets before me
have declared, stated, or otherwise said
how everything is feasible
In this world of endless possibility,

So with that in mind,
and my mind hopefully far behind,
I will follow my heart.
Ryan Feb 2013
Everyone just wants to be happy,
You know?
It's not that everyone defines it differently,
It's that everyone looks in different places.
People search for happiness through endless avenues,
Religion
Love
Travel
Friendship
Family
Possessions

But­ in the end, everyone is really
looking for the same thing.
Happiness
Ryan Dec 2012
This waiting is killing me
This waiting for a letter that will determine my life
Determine a huge chunk of who I will be

I will be who I want to be
But who I want to be changes

I want this
I do
Ryan Dec 2012
Turn you're head to the left
And the right
Look all around you
Find beauty

Go play in the fall leaves
Jump in them
Throw them in the air
Find joy

Go to an apple orchard
Pick your lunch
Slowly bite down
Find flavor

Buy a plane ticket
Fly away
Talk to everyone you meet
Find friendship

Turn your television off
Sit
Close your mind
Find peace
Ryan Nov 2012
Me
Am I really here?
Is this really me?
Is there a real me?

I'm not so sure

For all I know there is no me,
I don't matter any more than a leaf
Falling from a tree in November
Twirling to the ground,
Whether or not anyone is around
To see it fall.

But of course I FEEL
Of course I MATTER to ME
Or at least somewhat

Will this ever come to an end
Will I ever be able to live,
Unafraid, unabashed?

Will there ever be a me worthy
Of unabashedness?
Ryan Oct 2012
Darkness closes in, yet light surrounds
Somehow
Confusion swallows my mind
My soul
Others laughing, loving
Not hurting, weeping
Not frustrated by inabilities of the heart
Of the soul
To reconcile beliefs with feelings
To find peace in chaos.
Which to lose?
The feelings, or the beliefs
Or both
Yes, both
Treat them equal.
Smash them to pieces.
Find a new way.
Black and white?
No
I'll find a third option
Search through the grey
Discover an alternative
Maybe grey will be correct
Maybe grey is
Happiness
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