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 Nov 2014 Ryan Galloway
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 Nov 2014 Ryan Galloway
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I CANNOT SIT WITHIN REACH OF WRITING UTENSIL AND PAPER
WITHOUT SCRIBBLING DOWN MY EVERLASTING MEMORY OF THE
LINES IN YOUR HANDS OR THE SHADES OF YOUR VEINS
MY BRAIN IS SCREAMING AS IF IT’S ON A HIGH WHEN MY PURE
EXISTENCE IS A LOW.
She was as confusing as a mystery novel
Giving up enough clues
But not enough to solve the puzzle

Her eyes were blackened
With disappointment and pain

Her body was hallow
For she had given too much of herself away

The intensity of the numb feeling
Grew stronger every day

She had been frost bitten
And was left with nothing but a cold heart.
 Jun 2014 Ryan Galloway
Taru M
Love Always
the tunnel
the end of it all
bursting through like shrapnel
the city lights singing the perfect song
as the wind snaps along

Love Always
the Glory Days
and the songs that capture them
and the stages that make them
and the plays on the field
that will be played and replayed for a lifetime

Love Always
the island of misfit toys
where bubbles cause as much awe
as the eighth that inspired them
from the Big Boy to the eighteenth green
you will all make my typewriter

Love Always
the holidays
the people around the table and the t.v.
too stubborn to speak their cares
both the M * A * S * H  episodes
and the long rides home

Love Always
the books
the books and the characters and the morals
and the books
and the teachers that shared  them
we accept the love we think we deserve

Love Always
Charlie
Sometimes I think we're just bound to this cycle of hurt. We let spiteful and bitter thoughts control us. I mean it's human nature I guess. But will life always be like this? Will I always be stuck on this merry-go-round of pain and conflict? I wonder how we got here. How we ended up being ****** into the viscous cycle that now roams throughout our thoughts. Sometimes I just want to jump off. But I know I'd be landing into the pit of despair. I wonder which is worse. And I wonder what it'll be like if normal ever becomes an option again.
The night terrors have gotten worse now
And it’s been so long since I last slept
The thought of rest is starting to sound surreal

Yet every time my lids grow heavy
This nightmare becomes reality
My greatest fear becomes my fate

In dream after dream I am forced
To see myself die, each night in a new way
Over and over I witness the end of my life

This does not scare me for I fear not the reaper
But another detail never changes
It is what I see as I draw in my final breath

This mirage of my mind stands at my side
Though she’s always just out of reach
Her eyes telling the tale of heart break

This nameless woman bears my child
For my greatest fear is not my death
It’s leaving behind the family that I never met
You,
You think that you are alone
And you do not understand
Why i call you beautiful
But galaxies spin, contained
Behind your perfect hazel eyes
And if you could gaze into them
You would understand why
A simple touch,
Or a whisper from your lips
Can set my soul aflame
Because
You are so sad,
Yet so beautiful
And full of love and passion
That i cannot help but
Clasp your hands in mine
And kiss your lips like
I would give anything to take away
The dark you feel within you
Because when our bodies touch
Even my cells are replenished
Drinking in happiness and love
You're my impossible boy
We all want that
old-couple-sitting-on-a-bench
kind of love.
A love that lasts a lifetime.
This is how I’ll end;
not with a bang or a bonfire,
I’ve saved an apple for the pale rider’s horse,
and will smile when he bends down from the saddle
to carry me away.
Gosh I want to do some longer work, but the muses have only given me tuppence lately. :p
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