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Dec 2019 · 261
21
Ryan M Hall Dec 2019
21
The party is over.
The guests have all left.
Stumble to the bathroom,
a pit stop before bed.

Your stomach flows over.
You’re retching up a mess.
Laying in the men’s room,
wishing you were dead.
Everyone remembers their 21st, or at least some of it. Wrote this over a year ago. Just found it now.
Mar 2018 · 315
Worry
Ryan M Hall Mar 2018
I check the door locks,
the gas stove nobs,
and the tail pipe of my car.
I roll my tongue to make sure I’m not having a  stroke,
and when I drink alcohol, I make sure to drink water right after.
I don’t sleep well because I have intense dreams of what I’ve done in the past or what I will do in the future.
I have a lot going on, and carry it all in the bags under my blue eyes.
Mar 2018 · 404
3/3/18
Ryan M Hall Mar 2018
The curtains are drawn.
I wouldn’t want anyone to see me sleeping past one for the fourth time his week.
The sun peaks through the broken half of the blinds.
A sliver of light shines across my face,
as I shield my head with a comforter.

My body is heavy and my heart’s the same.
Feb 2018 · 278
L.H.M.F.U.
Ryan M Hall Feb 2018
I never thought that I’d have eyes for another,
But im colorblind so my eyes do a lot of weird ****.
Feb 2018 · 1.3k
Pit Life
Ryan M Hall Feb 2018
T-shirt soaked in blood,
Throbbing pain in his nostrils,
He needs a doctor.
Feb 2018 · 365
The High Life
Ryan M Hall Feb 2018
I’m ****** in a California basement. The hot, stale, air circulates through a table fan.
The world melts
away.

I’m left with just my thoughts.
Usually I’d be freaking out right about now,
But the fly on my guacamole is whispering the secrets to the universe. I listen to him hum, he says that I’m doing fine. That just because I faced this blunt to myself doesn’t mean I have to have a bad time.

He’s right. Usually I’d ruin it by getting existential.

As I draw deeper into my own self I understand Plato’s perfect forms theory and collective consciousness. Or whatever.

I giggle at my small hands.
“Was I always this small?”
“Yeah. Since day one. A premature baby who’s lungs could have given out any moment.”
“Huh. Wild.”
“It takes a lot to be alive, I guess.”
“Oh hey,

That’s kind of deep.”
Aug 2017 · 307
Cliché
Ryan M Hall Aug 2017
You used to draw on napkins in restaurants.
At the time,
I used to imagine you doing that
in a New York diner open twenty four-hours.

Or maybe in a small coffee shop in Paris.
What a dumb cliché.
The thought of that makes
my roll my eyes.
Jul 2017 · 423
Homecoming
Ryan M Hall Jul 2017
New Hampshire has been my home away from home. I know I can rest my head in the comfort of Concord and watch the stars in Laconia. I had my first kiss in Franklin, and I experienced my first snow fall in Franconia Notch. I had my heart broken in Dover and watched my parent’s marriage die in Gilmanton.

I am not leaving any of this behind.
I won’t let the memories I’ve made here die.
I’ll shed a tear tomorrow and light a Marlboro as my trailer bounces behind my Ford Escape.

I’ll miss you when I’m gone.

But I promise I won’t be gone for too long.
I’m leaving my favorite place in The World Sunday morning. I’ll never forget this amazing place. My own slice of the north east. And I won’t be gone forever
Jun 2017 · 233
6/30/17
Ryan M Hall Jun 2017
I wake in the morning, brew coffee, go to work, and sleep.

It's not the life of dreams but I take comfort in the predictability. Though working two jobs is killing me, at least my lack of availability keeps me from manifesting any sort of lack in stability. Consider me an absentee from the social scene and remember me fondly.

I'm not sorry. I'm doing me and if that's something you can't see, then I'll kindly ask you to leave. Just remember to shut the door softly.

But don't think the death of my childhood doesn't haunt me.
There's a weird growing phase in long term friendships where people think you've changed and that you don't have time for them. In actuality you're just busy. Sometimes this prompts friends to leave your life. It's sad, but there's really nothing you can do but lament the death of a childhood. After a little time you just have to move on.
Jun 2017 · 740
My Life Became Beautiful
Ryan M Hall Jun 2017
A cardinal landed on the hood of my pick-up today. It stood silently staring at me as the rain slid down the windshield.

It watched as I smoked my last cigarette and listened to Art Farmer puff away on the trumpet. The two of us shared each other’s company as the piano carried the tune.

Without warning my winged friend was gone with the wind. Flying off into the woods.
I was astounded that my companion had stayed for so long.

The small things in life are what make it wonderful.

As the feathered marvel flew away,
Without warning my life, like the world around me, became beautiful.
It’s very apparent that every person has had the realization that small things in life are beautiful. But today that bird sitting on my hood and staring at me reminded me that the tiniest thing can turn your day around.
Nov 2016 · 394
11/17/16
Ryan M Hall Nov 2016
I used to think a life without you wasn't worth living,
Sleep wasn't as refreshing,
Food wasn't as satisfying,
And love was elusive.

Now I reminisce, but I don't dwell.
Your coffee eyes no longer rule my thoughts at night.
I am no better or worse without you.

I remain constant.
In a world that has always been letting me down,
that is all I need.
Sep 2016 · 710
Autumn's Wistful Smile
Ryan M Hall Sep 2016
The leaves have changed faster than I expected them to.
Swirls of brown and yellow twisting through the void without care.
They dance and spiral around me.

I admire the complete freedom of nature.
I ponder her nature.
I am glad she is free to twist and turn and glide through life.
To me, she will always be the wind and leaves of autumn.
Stinging my cheeks, making my eyes water, but always fondly reminding me of beauty in life.

For the first time in a month,
I smile.

Fall has always been the time of change.
Aug 2016 · 1.7k
Afro
Ryan M Hall Aug 2016
I've been growing out my hair despite my better judgment. Maybe in spite of your hatred of long luxurious locks. Either way my Afro is here to stay.
Aug 2016 · 533
Untitled
Ryan M Hall Aug 2016
Some days I still feel like the scared boy I once was. The same child who mouthed

                    "I love you"

from the mattress on the living room floor . I have never forgotten that shy smile you made. I remember you so vividly.

I can still see your playful eyes, and visualize the corners of your mouth as they reveal your sharp cainine teeth. I'll never forget that moment.

It's disheartening to learn that sometimes progress isn't made.

I may always be that terrified boy who is hopelessly in

                    love.
Aug 2016 · 303
8/10/16
Ryan M Hall Aug 2016
I've always believed I have been living with the weight of both of our worlds on my chest. I realize now, she's been carrying her burdens on her own for far too long.

One false step and she will be crushed by the sheer pressure.

Ground to dust and blown away.
Finally free from
me.
Apr 2016 · 3.2k
Fake Oil Lamp
Ryan M Hall Apr 2016
The rustic feel of
the electric oil lamp
is enticing. It gives this
shell of a home life.

The artifical light gives
this dark room meaning.
I want to do that for you.

I usually end up falling short.

"I promise it'll be better," I whisper.

She stares me down and says,
"we'll see".
Apr 2016 · 554
4/7/16
Ryan M Hall Apr 2016
Rain drops fall on
the window pane.
I am reminded of your tears.
I can't forget the way
they used to slide down your face.
Gliding down your lips
and tapering off on your chin.
As they drop I catch them
with my fingers.

I used to thank god for
your entire being
every day.
Now your tears are the only thing
I can remember.
Mar 2016 · 420
3/23/16
Ryan M Hall Mar 2016
with the taste of alcohol
still fresh on my tongue,
I lay in bed.

I wonder about you.
I think about the subtle
way your spine
arches to the side.

I think about your long legs
and heavy sighs as
I bury my head in my pillow.
I miss you so much tonight
I can hardly stand it.

I stay here and count the days
until I see you lay next to me again.
Mar 2016 · 605
Her 3 Magic Words
Ryan M Hall Mar 2016
She doesn't know it,
but I never appreciated the sentence,
            
                    "I love you."

That is until it came from her lips.
Ryan M Hall Mar 2016
That ****** bar fly.
That **** stained old man.
How could he capture
the essence of a human?

I read and read and read his words.
His thoughts.
And I have to ask,
"How can someone so flawed
be almost flawless?"

I spend my Sunday's praying that someday
I can have just an ounce of his insight.
Is it the countless drinks?
The years at the post office?
The failed relationships?
I would give my right eye to
have his talent.
But then...
Why would I want to be a dead, washed up, *******?
Mar 2016 · 527
Her Poems
Ryan M Hall Mar 2016
I've always admired her writing.
She sums up her thoughts
in no more than 9 lines.
She reminds me less is more.
She helps me to remember:
Life is short.

So why do I still ramble?
Ryan M Hall Mar 2016
"you're stupid," she scoffs.

I look up from my pen and paper
and reply, "So sue me."

"If you paid attention to me like you do your **** writing we'd be alright," she sneers.

I pretend not to hear her.
I grab my coat and head out the door.
I can hear that
crazy woman calling
from down the street.
     I smile.
        Life sure is funny sometimes.
Jan 2016 · 515
1/8/16
Ryan M Hall Jan 2016
As the sun sets, I silently
watch the sky.
I witness as the bright yellows
give way to dark pinks.

The night slowly takes hold.
Each star starts to shine one by one.
I remember a long forgotten night.
It was around this time of day she and I had made love for the first time.
At times like this,
I still swear I can taste you on my tongue.

At the thought,
my lips curve into a sneer.
I laugh a bitter laugh.

In the morning, I'll awake
to a cup of black coffee,
and go to work.
I'll take comfort in
knowing that the hot drink
will burn the taste of you out of my mouth.
Dec 2015 · 687
Crushing Words
Ryan M Hall Dec 2015
I once asked my grand father if he was afraid of death.
He replied with a simple, "I've never feard death. They didn't teach you to die in the military".

The last time I visited his hospital bed, he was barely breathing.
He pulled me close.
I asked if he could see a bright light.

He replied, "no...I've never...been more scared...in my life"
Dec 2015 · 955
12/28/15
Ryan M Hall Dec 2015
I find myself on long walks.
I enjoy nature. It calms me
to be surrounded by trees
that tower over me.
They look like the large
giants that I used to slay
when I was a kid.
I used to imagine I was a knight.
I used to imagine my future life.
I was optimistic,
           I was bright

This cold walk brings me to a simple place.
A quiet,
            happy setting.

As the snow falls over head,
it brushes gently on my cheek.

At its cold touch, I am brought back to reality.

I am reminded
that these trees aren’t dead.
They are dormant.
They won't feel the same for months

I only hope that one day,
I can live like the trees.

I pray that like the trees,
               I won't feel dead for long.
Nov 2015 · 863
11/26/15
Ryan M Hall Nov 2015
I once rubbed a crucifix to know
what it was like to be touched by Christ.
It wasn't warm.
He wasn't warm.
He was rusty metal.
A relic.
A man who has long since died.

One day that will be me.
A long lost artifact
Or photograph, that
will be stuffed in a drawer
next to a book and some condoms.
Nov 2015 · 393
Smile
Ryan M Hall Nov 2015
Red wine has stained my white shirt.
I mutter an explitive
and dab at it with a napkin.
"You're too funny"
She grins across the table.
I rarely see her like this.

She's happy; all her
teeth are lined in a semi straight
row.

"*******," I murmur.
She knows I'm joking.
I know she's joking.
Now all we do is fight.
I'm done with the fighting,
and I'm done with the yelling.

I long for the
night where you were truly
happy with me.

I've lost you, my love.
I've lost that beautiful
*smile
Nov 2015 · 996
4 AM Intervention
Ryan M Hall Nov 2015
"You drink too much.
You smoke too much.
Why do you stay?"

I laugh as
I roll another cigarette.
I slip the paper filter in between
my lips, and
smile.

"I guess I have a death wish."

I light her up,
and puff away.
We'll be up long into the morning.
Nov 2015 · 402
11/1/15
Ryan M Hall Nov 2015
I never believed in the clichés of love.
But I'll be ****** if I don't love to the moon and back.
Oct 2015 · 373
10/1/15
Ryan M Hall Oct 2015
I know this place.
This is the place of where wasted tears meet
broken promises,
The intersection of lost and found.
How strange that in finding ourselves we're losing one another.
This cross road is one I've visited before.
This feeling that once left me floored now makes me feel sick and forlorn.
But for now I need you.
But for now I still love you.
Aug 2015 · 537
8/22/15
Ryan M Hall Aug 2015
My eyes are bloodshot.
Sleep eludes my grasp nightly.
My head is swimming.
Aug 2015 · 663
Kay
Ryan M Hall Aug 2015
Kay
I used to wander the streets.
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Then I found you.
Now the streets don't look nearly as dangerous, and the sky has never looked so blue.
You are the sun, the moon, and the stars.
And you'll forever be burning in my eyes
Eh it's one in the morning. I'm tired but I keep thinking of you.
Ryan M Hall Jul 2015
It seems lately, you're forgetting why we started this in the first place. There's so many reasons why we do the things we do. The only reason the comes to mind for me doing the things I do for you, is my love for your being. I adore your forgetful, and sometimes frustrating ways.

When I tell you I won't forget you, I mean it no matter what happens, I will never forget that first kiss. The sun's position in the sky, the way our lips fumbled around trying to adjust to meeting each other. How could I forget the way that you made me feel on the drive home? And how could I forget the way you drifted into my thoughts and made my stomach do flips and flops.

If there is one thing I won't forget, it's you.
Sometimes certain people need reminders and maybe it's not so much a poem but it's true.
Jul 2015 · 350
Untitled
Ryan M Hall Jul 2015
Your defensive atmosphere protects the world around you.
Lately I've felt like a stray satalite plummeting toward your earth and combusting upon impact.
Jun 2015 · 404
2:00 AM
Ryan M Hall Jun 2015
It's two in the morning and you are keeping me awake.
Thoughts of you dance around my head all night.
I am losing my mind without you by my side.
It's two in the morning and you are keeping me from closing my bloodshot eyes.
I'd like to think it's just the coffee or maybe even the nicotine that keeps my mind active. Soon I will have to make a choice.
To sleep or watch the sunrise. Both are pointless without you laying in this bed.
Jun 2015 · 706
I'm Not Religious But...
Ryan M Hall Jun 2015
I'm not religious but, at times I swear you taste as pure as holy water. I don't believe in God but, I thank the universe every day for having you walk into my life.
It's 12:25 am.

I am **** tired this is just some stupid thought process stuff that is subject to change
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
Night
Ryan M Hall Jun 2015
Your arms and legs don't end in darkness. Like gas, your entire being fills the dark room. In the dark you swallow me whole. I feel electricity in the air, and sparks when we touch. As much as I love the day, you make me anticipate the night.
May 2015 · 352
5/23/15
Ryan M Hall May 2015
In the cold night air I feel your warm breath on my neck.
We embrace.
Our lips meet.
We are entangled,
Our limbs are intertwined,
**** near inseparable.
We have danced this dance before. A tango you and I shake with anticipation for.
May 2015 · 1.4k
Siren's Song
Ryan M Hall May 2015
I am a sailor,
I have traveled far and wide,
Each wave and tide have brought me directly to you,
Your song is enticing,
With each note I find my ship closer and closer to crashing upon your rocks,
It's a scary thought,
But your mesmerizing voice draws me nearer to what may be my final shore,
I brace for impact,
I hold tight,
I know that when my ship crashes upon your shore,
I am staying for more than just a night.
May 2015 · 1.4k
Honesty
Ryan M Hall May 2015
Honestly, honesty is the best policy.
I can't imagine my world with out it to be honest.
That being said, ignorance is bliss. What I would give to have innocence and a sense of wonder.
Ryan M Hall May 2015
When her eyes meet my hungry gaze I know she'll be mine.
She is smitten by my charm.
She playfully teases me about the gold band around my left ring finger.
A promise that after tonight will mean nothing.
They can't hold me accountable for my actions.
I'm dissatisfied.
My life isn't what I pictured it to be. With a marriage on the rocks and a teenage son who favors his mother, who could blame me?
I won't let them take me for granted anymore.
No one will understand.
No one will get me.
Eventually, no one will care.
May 2015 · 399
Voicemails
Ryan M Hall May 2015
Bloodshot eyes with red veins.
He cannot sleep without her.
Missed calls keep him awake at night.
Apr 2015 · 556
Taste
Ryan M Hall Apr 2015
I'll always savor our last kiss .
When my mind wanders I tend to remember your lips fondly.
I swear that from time to time, I taste you on my tongue.

— The End —