One day I would love to be forty winters deep
with ***** days, tired eyes,
and all we do is sleep.

In the confines of our cozy home
we hear the cracking of a fire.
Cherishing the delicate love we have
that seems will never go expired.

The temperature is freezing, but
your gentle touch keeps me warm.
We can lay in each other's arms
and listen to the storm.

She has loveliness like the glistening night sky,
but she'll leave behind a dishonest legacy.
She spreads her "love" to everyone
but for some reason decides to exclude me.

She knows this too but drowns in her denial
and in the midst of her night
she can no longer see.
To her love is overrated, it does not exist
but she still says "I love you" to me.

WOW! It's been forever hasn't it? I don't know if I have any people that actually liked my writing so much where they cared about where I was. However, I still feel like I owe an update.

I can't remember the last time I posted, but I'm sure it was pre-pandemic. It's been a wild ride since and honestly has been since the summer before. I won't go into details, but there has been a lot of life changes. Some horrible and some great.

I miss writing poetry, but I'm not sure I have the talent to anymore. My brain feels so unorganized that I can't focus on writing and I'm kind of short on time these days, but I would really like to get back into the craft.

Hello Poetry was the first place that took my poetry seriously. I have a deep admiration for this site. So I may be posting stuff once again soon. If not anything new, probably stuff from my Wattpad days.

Anyways, I'm working on a person blog where i'll be posting poetry and original fictional stories. So keep in touch and I hope to see you all soon!

You're complicated
You're a mystery
You have walls built up;
Like a castle.

I'm gonna make it easy
I'm gonna solve the mystery
And I'm gonna break the walls down
Just so I can build them up again
And we can live happily ever after
In our reinforced fortress.

Hey, Mr. G, remember me? I was the kid in the class with Davey G. And after I moved on to another grade, I continued to visit you so in your memory I wouldn't fade. I just wanted to say, you meant a lot to me, because you were the only teacher that didn't look down on me. You gave me hope, you gave me inspiration. Even though I didn't follow your advice through graduation. But you did a lot for us, and all your other kids. And because you were the cool teacher, the board treated you like spit. But you made school worth going to, you changed all of our lives. We became sort of a family in 5th period, even if all we did was fight. Because of you, I passed and went to the eleventh grade. You did everything you could even though you were underpaid. And let’s not forget what you did for Davey G. He wanted to drop out, I remember those words “Mr. G, you saved me”. Though we didn't exactly follow through, and ended up in bad places, you gave us hope for a minute, you didn't judge our cover, but read through our pages. The day you said they were firing you, I swear I shed a tear. I knew what you were going through, and I felt your fear. I tried everything to save you, but it was too **** late. I remember the goodbye like it was yesterday. I shook your hand the way you taught me to, and we shared a gripping hug. That day was one that surely ******. But not as much as the first day of the next year, when I walked past your class, just to see some teacher yelling at their kids, looking like an ***. But I hope you’re good G, because I think of you a lot. I hope you got a better job, because you deserve another shot. I hope your future students appreciate you as much as I do, and hopefully we cross paths again, because that’d be pretty cool.

You're a breath of fresh air in a claustrophobic room.
You're a beautiful flower just about to bloom.
You're the girl in my dreams, the only one for me.
I can't believe I get to call you mine.
To lose you would be a punishable crime.

I tend to take breaks from posting for a while. Sometimes weeks, sometimes months. Sometimes I have a reason, and sometimes I don't. This break though has been for a reason...

I've just lost my creative spirit. I know poetry is an expression of one's feelings, and there isn't a right or wrong way to do it, but I've become tired with my writings, and my subjects, and my lack of poetic language.

I've been working on myself a lot, from my mental state to my creativity and the way I carry myself. So i'm working on becoming a better writer, and I have a few projects I'm working on for when the end of my current college semester is over.

I will be posting more now, but it'll be unpublished, archived stuff. Hopefully you'll enjoy, but it's not the best.

I hope all of you are doing great! And don't be afraid to hit me up on social media. Follow my twitter, and ill follow you right back!

Twitter: @RyanWritesStuff (best way to contact me)

This planet *****

...I would like to go home.

I would...

                   if I had any clue where to go...

In your arms I felt comfort.
In your arms I was when it thundered.
In your arms I felt security.
In your arms felt like eternity.
In your arms I liked to stay.
In your arms I’d spend all day.
In your arms I felt more than loved.
In your arms I got a sense of trust.
In your arms I held you back.
In your arms I kissed your neck.
In your arms was the very best thing.
Being in your arms meant everything.

Whispers in the wind
Softly speak of love
During the summer months.

The trees sing,
The birds talk,
The air is clean.

The world is your home,
Go off and roam;
Leave your lonely days behind.

Be free!
Reap the whirlwind,
Seek the happiness
You lost when you were no longer a kid.

Because winter is coming
And the winds will no longer whisper
Lovely thoughts and happy sayings.
They will whisper frozen words and deadly sayings.

The seasons affect your brain.

Where is the inspiration?
How do I channel it?
Do I wait in silence
for hours and hours
or does it only take a bit?

Why can't I write?
Even though I want to.
I got the ideas in my head,
but they never seem to come through.

Is it lack of confidence?
Maybe I'm no good?
Maybe I am, maybe I'm good,
but then I think
"What is the likelihood?"

No Lights

I sit in my quiet room
Where no one can bother me.
Where I can't hear anything.
I can't hear any yelling, fighting, or screams.

in this room I write.
I write my life away.
I also dream in here.
I dream for better days.

At a young age.
No kid should see these fights.
That's why I sit in my closest.
Where I can't see anything.
Because there are no lights.

You shut your eyes on me,
and squeeze out a tear.
Your lips slowly opened
to expose my greatest fear.

You grab my hands,
holding them to your chest;
squeezing them so tight
with a promise that you tried your best.

With one last kiss,
you whispered against my breath
"I'll always love you, Ryan"
" But now I must go rest."

The look in your eyes
gave me a lingering chill.
I tried to follow you,
but I could only stand still.

You hopped the railing
off the bridge we stood upon.
Falling into the water; just like that,
you were gone.

I got on my knees
and cried out in pain.
My heart was breaking,
and there was pounding in my brain.

It was then I woke up
out of breath and confused.
Was it really a dream?
or did I actually lose you?

I love watching the stars,
and taking late night drives in the car.
I wanna go dancing at our favorite bar,
and gaze at each other from a far.

Let's send cute texts while sitting close,
and give kisses to each other on the nose.
Go ahead and steal my clothes.
Let's binge watch a ton of shows.

I wanna love you until time runs out,
and wash away all of your doubt.
I'll kiss you quiet if we ever shout.
I wanna know what you're all about.

Why can't I sit and write?
Why can't I sit and read?
Why do I feel trapped in a vicious whirlwind, and why can I not breathe?
Why can't I find fun in the activities I "enjoy"?
Like playing video games or revisiting old toys.
How come I can't rekindle old this old flame?
Not romantic one, just with my own disgruntled brain.
Everyday, every **** day, my soul is in constant pain.
Forever tortured in life, and in death, i shall remain.

January has come and gone,
Another day that lasts too long.
Memories begin to fade in and out,
Extreme weather threatens another drought.
Sadness dawns like the early sunrise,
Depression reigns with no surprise.
Oppressive thoughts that could ****
Under the ruling of another pill.
Gambling with fate I laugh in its face
Lying in bed, dreaming of a place.
A place of happiness and place of sunshine.
Sadly no such place comes to mind.
March arrives with four more months
Opening my mouth with no response.
Reminiscing of times that I put to waste.
Reminding myself I should have cherished these days.
In this life I’m sad enough,
Soon to be more when my friends are gone.
On this journey tricks will be thrown.
Not about this journey and I miss my throne.

Yesterday was love,
but today feels like death.
I no longer want to here "I love you"
speak with your breath.

Love has a real meaning,
It's not something you say.
Lie after Lie,
I'm sick of it day after day.

I thought there was hope
for just one more chance,
but its the same old story,
and the same old dance.

So goodbye my love.
This year went quick.
Remember how this ended,
I didn't want to quit.

Arms wrapped around her tight; I cuddle her close to me,
Bundled up, as we lay in bed; waiting patiently.
She shivers with goose bumps all over her body,
The TV is on silent; watching her favorite movie, Rocky.
Silence fills the room with the noise of despair,
Surrealism is setting in; we’re beginning to not care.
If we die today, that’ll be okay,
Our love is strong, we just need to pray.
Pray we’ll be together if fate makes it clear,
That it’s time to move on, the end is near.
She turns on her side, her facing looking at mine,
She bursts into tears, and begins to cry.
“I can’t, I can’t, I need to leave”
“My mom, my dad, my little brother needs me”
I grab her as she was about to get up,
I pulled her down and gave her a great big hug,
“You can’t leave, you can’t leave, it’s coming”
“You wouldn’t make it, even if now you started running”
“Just lay here with me, and just hope for safety”
“Don’t go running, don’t be crazy”
She agreed and laid back in my arms
At that moment we heard the alarms.
“Baby, baby, no, no” she screamed,
Sobbing like a child, a bright light beamed.
I counted down, three to none,
We lost the war, the enemies won.

I remember that one night,
Your hands were so cold.
And all through the night,
They were mine to hold.

Our arms wrapped each other
While the blankets wrapped us,
It was you and me,
And no one else.

The TV was off,
The room was dimmed.
The candles shined bright,
Shadows bounced off the trim.

I stared into your eyes,
For what was nearly two hours.
I was lost in their beauty
Like I was staring at flowers.

That night I said I love you,
And a smile filled your face.
It was the first time I ever said it,
I just couldn’t wait.

That night was very special,
Because I spent it with you.
How much I miss those nights,
You have no clue.

I’d make a deal with the devil,
Just to get those nights back.
You and I belong together,
Opposites do attract.

Your eyes speak words
Your mouth can't
or is afraid to.

Your smile says more
Than a picture.
A prize winning photo.

Your hair speaks comfort
I wanna spend eternity
In your arms.

My heart beats
endlessly
for your love,
In not sure i have.

I'm screaming out of this void
            
                                               "HELP ME OUT OF THIS PLACE"

but nobody stops,
they walk by looking to the side,
they can't say no to my face.

Seven months went by too fast.
For a love that i thought would last.
Now I find my myself stuck in the past.
Still in love with my perfect match.

I understand feelings can change just like the seasons.
People move on with or without reasons.
And even though you crippled my heart,
i still can't control my feelings.
For all eternity, you're the reason my heart will keep beating.

You'll never understand how you made me feel.
With zero confidence in my body, i can say this for real...
I hope you realize you're missing out on the best,
Because I'm the clean up to your worst type of mess.

You are the light that guides me to a clear path in life.
You are the calm that keeps the hurricane away.
Without you I would wander aimlessly through the prickly bushes
and would be without shelter, without loving arms to secure me after a frightening day.

If god didn't love me, he would not have gifted me with such a pleasent gift to love and to cherish.
Someone who makes me feel an eternal bliss.
My goodness, I love you, and I've said it without hesitance even through our rough times because you are my goddess, my liz, you are all mine.

"Hello?"
cough, cough
There's a whisper in the air...

                     A voice, exhausted,
                     attempts to scream and see
                     if anyone is still there.

             But no one talks back.
And they haven't in quite sometime.
      From now on I won't complain.
        and just reply "Yeah, I'm fine."

Your eyes have a deep, calming scene.
Your breath smells of sensational winter green.

Our lips plant a passionate kiss on one another
that will grow a romance like flowers growing in the summer.

Oh what I'd give to feel your touch.
Oh your hand is what I'd clutch.

The passion between us can fill an entire room.
I enjoy from what our friendship bloomed.

Her laughter faded like a shadowy figure vanishing into the snowy mist.
Her full smile disappeared now more familar to a desolate wisp.
Her will to write and live and breathe left like they couldn't wait to leave.
Nobody talks to her anymore, not even the trees.

Two young souls sat within the towering grass of an endless field.

They watched an infant universe dance out from a bottle, new life revealed.

As they watched and studied, their minds were filled with questions where the answers became lost in a void.

The boy so curious, he became furious because no answers to the burning questions made him annoyed.

As the patient child gazed in amazement at what they just discovered, the impatient child stood up and over the bottle, his foot hovered.

The patient child jolted upward and screamed a piercing sound
as the impatient child's foot hit the ground.

Under his ****** foot laid the remnants of an early life.

With no remorse, he walked off while the crying child held the shattered pieces in her hand and asked "why can't we have anything nice?".

What's it like to be found?
No longer sleeping in the ground.
The coffee pours to the floor.
A family broke, a heart torn.

We're nearing the end
and it's come so quick.
What else is there to do
but wait and sit?

We had plenty of time to change,
but we continued to waste our potential.
Now mother nature is done with us.
So to her, our doom is essential.

So let the violins play.
Let the trumpets sing aloud.
Humanity had several chances,
I hope we're proud.

Please don't read this note.
Please just walk away.
Grab the bags you packed
and try not to carry this weight.

What happened is not your fault
it was not by any means.
I understand what love is
and sometimes it's not what it seems.

You did what you could
to salvage what was wrecked.
You loved me from your heart
You tried your absolute best.

But I lived at my lowest;
always in the dark.
I never let you in,
and that was the worst part.

My emotions stopped showing,
your prince charming faded fast.
I tried my best to save him
but he was drowned by his past.

So please don't read this note,
please don't go to our room.
Take your bags and leave.
and just know I loved you.