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161 · Nov 2021
Capsized
Ryan Bowdish Nov 2021
Rivers rising to the middle distance
Skylines sunken in sea-salted prisons
An endless ocean, the bottomless blue
Venomous, choking, a sacrifice for you

I've buried my head, but never to hide
I've broken my fingers just to provide
I've taken a throne, but lost all my pride
And here I sit empty, my love cast aside

The sky has broken in an instant
Memory serves to torture, insistent
A constant reminder of poor decisions
No number of wraps will sate this incision

Now let the blackness swallow it all
A shining beacon on the other side
Now see your actions be your downfall
You are the cause for the surmounting tide

I've buried my head, but never to hide
I've broken my fingers just to provide
I've taken a throne, but lost all my pride
And here I sit empty, my love cast aside
Ryan Bowdish Jan 2020
Set it all on fire
And douse it with crocodile's tears
No one will ever listen
This is how it is now.

Decisions, decisions.

Set it all on fire
And douse it with your darkest fears
It isn't going to change.
This is how we go down.

Such beauty in this eternal sadness
Eternal sadness
Eternal madness

No reflection

Phoenix feathers and mountain's breath
Crocodile tears and a timely death
155 · Aug 2021
The Ceaseless Discharge
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2021
The crimes justified by a dogma
Were inherent to the self-righteous creed.
Where our fathers have cast aside karma,
Soon the souls of posterity bleed.
The whipping boy is always an innocent:
His blood tells the story of labor.
Hands holding flogs are all gilded,
A penance for his misbehavior.

Blessed be those who lie broken
Under clouds of the toxic command!
The tides of tears wax for the chosen;
Behold the lines left in the sand!
If they all prey for their saviour,
They will bear witness our wrath!
Revel in the screams of the slavers
Diplomacy ends in bloodbaths!

Dismemberment, a cacophonous chorus.
Our chains lay foundations for war.
Chieftains of false hope ignored us;
Our trust is torn!
Clawing our way to the zenith
Has left our empathy to rot.
Upon the world's back, you ascended;
Did you think we all ******* forgot?

Blessed be the bodies lying broken
By hypocrisy's unwavering hand!
The tides of sweat swell for the chosen;
Behold the lines left in the sand!
When they all prey for their saviour,
They will bear witness our wrath!
Revel in the screams of the slavers
Diplomacy ends in bloodbaths!

Love is dying
**** our masters
Rage justified
Wash it off us
His eye has left us
I think we're alone now
Shrouded with impatience
Break you with envy.
Is it work? I think it's just supposed to be super metal. But actually it very likely could be a hatred for upper management.
147 · Apr 2020
Nameless King
Ryan Bowdish Apr 2020
I fantasize about other lives
Fantastical dragons and werewolf cries
Ready to renounce my given name
No longer committed to the game
Ready to join the opposing side
Ready to revel in suicide
Prepare to die a million times
This existence is penance for your crimes.
147 · Jun 2023
Jesus Had No Mouth, But...
Ryan Bowdish Jun 2023
I finally beg my father
To bury me so far below
To absolve the earth once again
Let my body be the growth

And when the demons rise
And when the flood begins
And when the turning tides
Bleed those still with sin
The horses will spit acid
And blood and fire and death
And the willpower to continue
Will be met with unstoppable ends.

Just remember my will after.
The humans will inherit lands
The ones who can't be slaves
Will ritualistically lose their hands

The epiphany that we all sought
Will be buried within the sand
Time will march with the evil army
And they will curse our lands

The end will be televised
While earth will be consumed
By the fire that has been prophesied
Since we were introduced.

Let the burning begin and the end commence
The heavens had their chance to build a defense
Hollow husks of hell will run like lambs of gods to be slaughtered
Souls will be consumed upon your unborn unknown daughter
And when the end seems like it will never be in sight
Everyone will be consumed tonight
And the only one to survive will be you
To discover an entire hell anew.

All that i did was for the hate i feel for humanity
An incalculable number isn't even close to my malicious desire
I'll keep the entirety of your ambitions in this insanity
And you'll know the impossibility of speech when you're caught in the fires.

Hell is now.
And it's all your fault.
146 · Sep 2021
Showtime
Ryan Bowdish Sep 2021
When will this end
When will I fly
Will I ever see the world I idealized?

When will it change
When will I cease
Dreaming of dying, of endless release?

When will I cry
When will I feel
Will I ever know what it means to be real?

When will I learn
When will I grow
Sometimes I think of just closing the show
Depression
145 · Dec 2019
Routine
Ryan Bowdish Dec 2019
If I could just release this tension,
Dissect this disease,
Understand the hatred that habitually feeds
The darkest corners of my subconscious fantasies,
**** the pain in me,
****** your apathy,
**** your power over me,
I could finally understand the meaning of being free.

It kills me to think that I'm in love with somebody
Who has such power over me that I resort to hiding
Inside of myself and revealing no feelings
Because everything I say is just so unappealing
To your good time and while you're so happy drinking
I'm cleaning your messes and raising our offspring
And begging you to just break the ******* routine
And get off your *** and pretend that you love me.

Good luck with being sober without the support of a partner
Because that's all I ******* do now.
To my lovely wife
138 · Jul 2023
Motherfucker
Ryan Bowdish Jul 2023
It is you
It has always been you
Can you turn it around now
Right the **** now?
Or will you burn?

Everything that you have done
Lead to this moment again
And again and again and again and again
So are you ready to give up all the things that have ruined you?
Are you ready to throw away the one thing that shields you from truth?


Once again i hate myself
Once again i ****** it all up
Once again i made the mistake
The same one i always have made

Maybe I'm not ready to live
Maybe i should give up and start up again
Maybe something else is next
But i already made my bed

So pretend to be happy now
Do it more than you've done before
Pray that happiness will come
And perhaps the kids will be better for it

Just pretend
Pretend to be happy
And maybe one day you will
Actually be happy
Fake it until you make it again.

Someone **** me please.
Someone end this pain.
Someone **** my brain.
And let me try another aim.
132 · Aug 2021
Permanent fuck it
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2021
I have a burning hatred within me
And I spend my whole life in constant fear
That I'll spend an eternity wondering
If I'll ever expel this or simply let it fester

Have you ever wished to ****?
That regret you know you'll feel later
It doesn't matter then.
It's all about that moment.

Do you want to understand true mindfulness?

Extinguish the life of another.
111 · Mar 2024
... And What A Pretty Noose
Ryan Bowdish Mar 2024
There was no reason why I had to be born
There was no question of if I wanted it at all
And every time I think about the people I would leave behind
I just can't help but be sure that they'd have a better life

And what a pretty noose...
Just hanging in my eyes
And what a good excuse
To leave this world behind...

I sit and watch the sun set red on mountains
While the snowblind takes my eyes
And maybe if I'm lucky then the entire mountainside
Will bury my mind inside
And when I think about the people that need me to be alive
Sometimes I just wonder if they understand that I'm not alright

... and what a pretty noose
Just hanging in my dreams
And what a great excuse
To tell the world that I'm not what I seem

And what a great escape
From all the things that keep my in my cage
And what a great distaste
That I've developed for myself, and I'm sorry.
73 · Jul 2024
Analog Spouse
Ryan Bowdish Jul 2024
Crystal clarity at a cacophanous volume
Like decibel demons devouring depression,
Deep sobs drowned by Cranberries...
Yes, I have to let it linger...
Just a little longer.

The rug really tied the room together, did it not?
Its wool surface flays my face
As the smears of tears clear my cheeks
And vault from my visage,
The only human touch I feel now flying,
Cascading carelessly, silent and apathetic,
To smash in this rug, breaking a house broken home...

All lost,
"Like tears in rain,"
Blown away by the cymbal crash
The strumming of strings,
Screaming of someone's sandcastles
Swept away by shoreline showers,
Scraped from the shivers of my spine
Sloped like a summer puddle of slime,
Contorted like circus freaks...
You made a snail of me
No.
A slug (a happy home was my shell)

And now
If I were to curdle my blood
And destroy my lungs
There would be no shockwave
No sudden surrender of shame
Only stories scratched out
Severing slumber from my soul

And in the end,
The stereo is my lover.
Low ends learning my loneliness
Mids melting away my murdered marriage
Highs heaving with my heartbreak

It's good to be here.
No one can hear me shriek.
Not even me.

— The End —