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ryn May 2017
Some of the best words of art
come from the most
bruised and battered
of hearts.
ryn May 2017
What's to become of us
when all that we've coveted
is emptied of all value

What's to become of us
when the words we traded
seem to have lost their meaning

What's to become of us
when common ideals
turn to conflict

What's to become of us
when all that has been invested
gets swallowed by doubt and mistrust

What's to become of us
when we stand so close
yet between our hearts lies a lie
ryn May 2017
If you've found love,
would you know?

If you also feel love,
would you let it grow?

If you're in love,
would you let it show?

If you've secured that love,
would you promise not to let it go?
ryn May 2017
I want to run
till there's no more road

I want to fly
till there's no more sky

I want to sail
till there's no more sea

I want to write
till my ink runs dry
ryn May 2017
Start up the engine
Just take the road
And let it take you anywhere
Any place that'll relieve the load

Times like these
Leave the dark behind
Soak up the street and city lights
Be free in body and mind

Twist the throttle full
Ride hard that stallion
Let the moment converge
Into the oncoming lights that beckon
ryn May 2017
I sit here...
Undiagnosed.

Myriad symptoms
that tell a thousand stories.
Plethora of aches
that divulged
where things may have veered off course.

Those around offered what they could.
I face open palms daily
and I recognise them to be
gestures of good will and empathy.

I accept with only appreciation and gratitude.

But the wisest could only
provide uncertainty at best.

This is me.
And I'm undiagnosed.
ryn May 2017
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If I said
that your eyes
sparkle like emeralds...

Would you widen them
so that they could
usurp the sun?



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