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1.2k · Mar 2012
Cigarette
Ryan Walker Mar 2012
Clouds or smoke escape closed lips
Shadows of fences, no, barbed wire
Not an invitation but a warning this young heart slips
Ablaze and seared, it’s made of fire
Fire, burning hot and burning fast
It burns cold, feels too slow
It’s changing, it hurts
Put it out, please put it out, oh no.
959 · Mar 2012
Irene
Ryan Walker Mar 2012
A pair of lips blanketed by blood stammer.
Once for surprise, once for defeat.
The woman’s pulse quickens
when her disguise, the glitz and glamour,
dulls and her mystery slips from her
like a satin robe as she surrenders her intellect
to the hope of intimacy.
895 · Mar 2012
Icarus
Ryan Walker Mar 2012
A sailor at sea
Won’t be able to tell the difference
Between a bird and me
He chose to sail
I chose to soar
It doesn’t matter if i fail
I touched the sky, i tried
I won’t ask for more
744 · Feb 2012
Moving Castle
Ryan Walker Feb 2012
She dances across the room
Her soul no less than floating
Balancé, balancé, run run, fly

Air is her love, her home, her castle
She left her chains to the ground when
God gave her wings and she complied

Birds be ******
She's lighter than clouds
And needs no sky
692 · Oct 2012
Stoop Culture
Ryan Walker Oct 2012
Start the night with cigarette adventures
laughing at jokes written on railings
in... sharpie?... yeah?... yeah, I guess, sure
Who knows, who cares, it's funny
and the cheap forties make it hilarious
Throw in Jesus and ***, you sold me.
688 · May 2012
Skip
Ryan Walker May 2012
Click-reverse-click-fastforward
Click, click, click, it's stuck
A voice if you'd call it that in tune with
one jerky movement
The poor girl trapped inside the box
seizes and dances with lightning
through her veins and water in her head
One rhythm, no expression
Just a dull 'eee-o-o-o-eee-o-o-eee'
Wake up, Jesus, please let me wake up
676 · Oct 2012
Concave
Ryan Walker Oct 2012
Whispers scream into her ears
as her CD player goes quiet across the room.
The dry tide against her hair fans a flame
of longing and happiness and content
that pushes her cheeks to her eyes.
She feels every drop the sun has to give
within her. Inside each inch of her skin.
and the only shelter to be found is hidden
behind whispers, bed sheets, and the steady breaths
that push and pull her into open arms.
545 · Mar 2012
Book
Ryan Walker Mar 2012
Wrinkles carve stories into your face
acting out past smiles across each cheek
that kiss both ears like long lost lovers
and paint stars into your canvas eyes
523 · Mar 2012
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Ryan Walker Mar 2012
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Let him dream of birds
And clouds that look like daydreams
Let him float away
Calm and happy and free

Let the weight of ice melt within him
And wings come in to hold him
The glaciers turn to oceans
As relentless sun pours through
508 · Jan 2013
Bed Sheets
Ryan Walker Jan 2013
Your face glows brighter than any star
and words are just letters on a keyboard
and the road we’re on will take us far
but that’s the story I signed up for
Queue the lazy mornings and soft piano
that plays behind the soft sunlight
whose only sadness is the death of the moment
as it fades to dream on the wings of a butterfly
But the stars are still behind your teeth
and there will be mornings to come
where my sun rises when you do for coffee
and the music rolls off your tongue
500 · Oct 2012
Ash Wednesday
Ryan Walker Oct 2012
I am the devil with kind eyes
and good intentions
I am the demon determined
for joy to hum on my lips
while I lead you to slow sorrow
I am the blackened water
that closes every throat
and still hopes to bring life
The only possessions of mine
bigger than the burden on my back
are the denial on my tongue
and the blood beneath my nails
483 · Jul 2012
Midnight City
Ryan Walker Jul 2012
They pushed your feet through paper
when your head caught the sky like a fever
and stars shone through your eyes

I pulled you to the pavement
to watch your brothers and sisters
fly across the black ocean above you

Dreams and lack of them floated you
above a world you forgot to know
where the bunnies beneath your bed
ate the silver dripping from your fingertips

Your mother taught you how to swim
so you could reach the white island
that waited to become your home
and fight away the dark tide riddled bright
441 · Oct 2012
Grief
Ryan Walker Oct 2012
There will still be music amongst my ribs
when the drum is broken and ripped open.
Flowers will still sprout from my mouth
when I lay amongst velvet and wood
I will have made you feel my power.
My magic will build a home in your walls.
I will lie beneath your memory
and your eyes will cry my tears
while your heart beats my own song.
419 · Oct 2012
Darwin
Ryan Walker Oct 2012
Kind little creature grew claws
to keep away the fangs sinking into its skin
Into scars where skin had been
402 · Feb 2012
The Pack
Ryan Walker Feb 2012
Everyone wants to run from the wolves
The dark creatures that howl and snarl
No one will ever tell you how they’ll care
How they’ll love you when they catch up
To your running feet and your pained lungs
They’ll still be around when the sunshine leaves
If only you’d let them find you
394 · Mar 2012
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Ryan Walker Mar 2012
26
Words mean everything.
Words mean nothing.

Everything means something.
Nothing means anything.

Decide.
386 · Oct 2012
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Ryan Walker Oct 2012
17
You nod your head, yes you understand
You can feel my pain like no one else can
Next day, nasty words, I’m stupid again
You grab my hand and lower your tone
I shake my head, I’ll just walk home alone
361 · May 2012
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Ryan Walker May 2012
12
I want flowers to grow from my lungs
and fill my mouth with beautiful things my mind cannot provide
288 · Jan 2015
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Ryan Walker Jan 2015
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if i could meet myself when the demons started whispering in my ear,
i would tell myself that they’d been there all along
and that i am strong
that i have been walking through hell since the day i was born
that my bones are made of iron
and my veins are filled with lava
i had been walking through hell and giving it a run for its money
and those demons can’t have me anymore

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