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ryn Nov 2017
Falling...

That’s the easy part.
It’s beyond your control really.
Like a mat being pulled from under you.
Or tripping over something as obscure as a centimetre rise on the pavement.

And as you fall, you can’t deny the excitement and exhilaration as your heart quickens.
Adrenalin courses through your system in a feeble attempt to heighten your reflexes and realign your senses...

Just so you could perhaps stop yourself from getting hurt.

But you also know that you can’t fight the laws of physics and the fact that you’re not a cat.
So you can’t help but submit fully to that moment of defeat.

Now you’ve slammed into the ground.
Tasted dirt...
And rubbed faces, knees and elbows with the harshness of the earth.

If you do get up,
would you be ever so careless again?




I’d watch where I was going if I were you.
ryn Nov 2017
i haven't
any thoughts
to offer
except for the
mismatched
musings from
the mind
and heart

so let this
ink on parchment
match the requiem
of the hour
ryn Nov 2017
Received a surprise.

A massive ball
of depression,
anxiety and
hyperventilation.
All laced and
bundled up
with fancy ribbon
tied in a bow,
served on
an ornate platter
and accompanied by
a quaint little
card which I
only read later.

It read,

“Choke on this *******.
Happy birthday.”


.
ryn Nov 2017
Stuck in a
narrow hallway.

White, clean...
Clinical.

Either walls display
a parade of
clean-cut doors...



But there aren’t any knobs.
ryn Nov 2017
Nursing a head full of questions.
Things left voiceless and unsaid.
Thoughts running errant,
and cracked promises half made.

In my already bloated baggage,
I take in an extra load.
A tourist in a familiar place
stranded by the side of the road.

Should’ve noticed the clues...
Should’ve read the signs along the way...

Now I stand in the middle to nowhere,
reliving yesterday, today.
ryn Nov 2017
My digits tremble
as ink falls to paper
Drip...
Drip...

I know you’re listening


My eyes blur
as tears fall to smudge
Blink...
Blink...

I know you’re watching


My insides crumble
as these words are written
Creak...
Crash...

Because I know you’re reading
ryn Nov 2017
.

Throw him scraps from the table.
Feed him tiny morsels off the lean.
Offer him last dregs from the barrel.


He’ll take anything you’d part with...
For his eyes are blindfolded,
and his mouth sewn shut.

He sees yet he doesn’t know.
He fights but he does not say.

He can only piece together so much
from mere dribs and drabs.

So toss this crow some loose change...
Clothe this jackal in complete rags,
And hand this vulture his just desserts.


He’ll swallow whatever you’re willing give him...



Because he can no longer bear
being left in the dark.
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