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Ryan Clark Dec 2012
Two strangers' paths meet
The moment stands everlasting
Their hearts intertwine
Ryan Clark Dec 2012
A melody sings
Throughout a concrete jungle
Even it, can find peace
Ryan Clark Nov 2012
It was long ago
and much has changed
but, it wont let me go
the feelings remain the same.

Walking down that wall
distant as it were.
Still hearing the call
of someone who isn't there at all

I can't remember why
We were in that awful place
the memory still haunts my mind
demons I refuse to face

How were we to know
just what we'd see
how were we to hold
onto our sanity

I see them still
lurking behind every door
like I'm still in that hell
even though I've left its shores

I feel like life's a dream
taking me away
from my true reality
how can things ever be the same

I'm sorry my brother
I didn't mean to cause you pain
please don't bother
I need to be taken away

And now that I'm gone
you don't have to worry
I'm at peace and moved on
I'm not in that hell any more
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Ryan Clark Nov 2012
Your pleasant gift,
Undying love.
Attrition there is nay.
What callous satire presents itself,
And makes it fade away?
I fear it may be to long lost,
Yet  some hope still remains.
You may find it even though,
Its likely in the grave.
Its meant to be dark humor
Ryan Clark Nov 2012
I glimpse upon crimson ribbons.
Streaming gloriously, in horrid scenes.
Their beauty costs a price of pain.
A feeling bathed, in bitter sweet.

Wherefore does your  hearth give?
Nurture from fiery ****.
To kindle my faltering flame,
and bolster me to my feet.

Ode to you my crimson ribbons.
My memoir symphony,
throws fists on razor edge
and tunes the song my nerves dare not sing.

Set loose with heavy hand.
Furry far unseen.
Again I see the crimson ribbons!
Not owned... by me.
Ryan Clark Nov 2012
Is there no pen for my hand to bear?
No thought tamed by self owned wit?
The stationary leers into me,
My mind succumbs to hysterical fit.
To what veil shrouds my mind?
A clairvoyant candle once for lit.
O' my imagination's seems,
... acquaintances
                 far past met.
I wanted to add another poem... but I couldn't think of anything... so I wrote this one
Ryan Clark Nov 2012
I wade in weary waters,
Darker then the void of space.
Alone and abandoned ,
Cursed to bear my boundless weight
I pray fortune finds me.
I pray thine tides sweep me away,
                     and leave me
                                  by your shores.

— The End —