ryn - Hello Poetry

ryn Nov 2017

Remedy

Walls, they seem
like they’re caving in
Flurry of thoughts
causing quite the din

Joints ache, knees tremble
and body all weak
Throat nauseated, mind disheveled
and hours bleak

I’ll need a crutch,
a cane with which to stand
I’ll need support, nothing more,
I’ll need a hand

Don’t rest on me, my bones
would break before they bend
Let me instead,
lean on you for right now
what I need is a friend

#hellopoetry107 #remedy

ryn Nov 2017

Moments

.
A moment astray...

Like the bite off the fruit
you weren’t suppose to take.
But tasted so good.

A moment of folly...

One that you’re disgusted with,
yet so proud you took that step
out of the circle.

A moment of recklessness...

That took you on a trip so stellar
that it seemed to last an eternity.
You make the mistake of blinking...
then all is lost.

A moment of reflection...

A string that threads through all
those moments...
And bound unto you.
Keeping you from falling apart.
Keeping you together and whole,
so that more moments

could be made.

.

#hellopoetry107 #moments

ryn Nov 2017

Plunge

It was the glint that caught my eye.
Split second moment.
A flash that pierced
through all flurry and rage.

I knew where it was.
I knew what it was.

Like a light switch flicked on,
a thought came on instantly.

It called to me as silent,
swift and sharp as it was...

It called for a plunge.

A plunge to release the red.
A plunge to relieve the pressure.
A plunge to end it.

I wanted so much to
but I did not take that leap.
Because where that
would’ve taken me,
there can never be a way back.

#hellopoetry107 #plunge

ryn Oct 2017

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones...

Thoughts are just
sticks and stones.

But words...
They break bones.

#hellopoetry107 #stickandstones

ryn Oct 2017

Depreciating

I miss the roar of the fires...
The warmth of the flame
that fuels the luscious
red in me.

I despise the wiles
of indifferent clocks,
the incessant ticking...
That eats into skin and bone.

I anticipate the return of colour.
For all I see, only lingers
within the seemingly infinite
levels of grey.

But I loathe the notion...
That when that time
would finally arrive,
all would’ve turned to stone.

#depreciating #hellopoetry107

ryn Oct 2017

Understanding

I hope you understand
when my lips seal shut
and my touch,
empty and cold.

I hope you understand
when my words are hardly
voiced and my silence
grow thick and bold.

I hope you understand
when I appear disconcerted
and this skin just rubs me irate.

I hope you understand
that I am in battle
and the demons
are at the gate.

#hellopoetry107 #understanding

ryn Oct 2017

In Recuperation

This time I have,
is but a gift.

Meant to heal
broken skin
and fractured bone.

But I realise
that there's more...

•••

What if,
repairing physical damage
is but a facet of
unanticipated tribulation?

What about...
Shattered thoughts?
Disjointed ideals?
Misplaced hopes?
Askewed trajectories?

•••

Maybe...
This time too is meant
to get my stars in alignment.

But right now there just aren't any...

#hellopoetry107 #recuperation