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  May 2017 ryrosaur
Ryan Holden
Arising to your fascinating persona,
Sleeping to your colossal heart,
Gasping frantically, to reach the surface,
Trapped underneath the coldest ice, in the widest river,
Shivers down my spine,
Pins and needles through my heart,
Consuming me with fear,
Scared of the rapture,
Inner interrogation of mind,
Acquainting myself of new horizons,
But remaining lonesome and fearful,
Crumbling when in your presence,
Listen to my penance,
Would you be attuned,
To my vulnerable aching heart?
Scared to love again.
ryrosaur May 2017
1/24/17

I talked to her today.
I cried in gym class over it.
I told myself what to say and I just couldn’t.
But I said what I needed to, and she apologized. We talked it out—actually had a nice, diplomatic discussion about it, and I got a promise. I know she’s trying.

And the funny thing is that I don’t feel completely emotionally drained anymore.
There’s something there.

2/8/17
It’s gone again. I think it was the drugs I was on: they cleared my mind.
Made me forget.
I lost everything I’d gained that day.
Pain meds. Hospital. Long story.
  May 2017 ryrosaur
Francisco DH
Man, I wish I had a gun to shoot all the ballons that carry you away from me
I wish I had an axe to cut away the ropes that bound you so you can be with me
I wish I could **** all the ones who prevent you from being with me
but you know you too would die

So I only wish that you will have a change of heart and choose me
Cause Right now I am losing my mind with all the wondering
Words that want to come out just dance in my head making it throb
I wish to hold your hand
I wish to kiss those lips
I wish to feel your skin against mine
I wish to make love to you
But all the wishes are stuck in my head
Man, I do wish
  May 2017 ryrosaur
Savannah Charlish
I am so terribly calculated and impulsive at the same time I am constantly causing my own meltdowns

I'm not sure if patience is a virtue but I am pretty sure good things don't come to those who wait because the early bird gets the worm and there's still movement in slow and steady because you can't win a race if you don't move

My mentality has always been "if you have to think about wanting me then you probably don't deserve me" and I will never wait around for a man to decide whether or not he loves me because he's only wasting both our time



But with you...
Well everything slows down
And the things that I never stop thinking about escape my mind when I sit next to you
And I hate waiting more than anything else in this world
But looking at you and wondering what my hand would feel like in yours and what it would be like to wake up next to you
For the first time in my life
I feel like I found something worth waiting for
ryrosaur May 2017
My hands keep shaking.
Pronouns are a mess.
Help? No, nothing really helps anymore.
I'm just
Kind of
Here
Essentially, there's really nothing left.
I'm a body running on automatic.
Whelp
I wrote a thing
I can't write poetry, but I can rant about emotional turmoil!!!
  May 2017 ryrosaur
Barbara
I was always taught how to say goodbye but never how to deal with the aftermath of it.
How do I deal with the hurtful memories
and reminiscing days that come?
Tell me what do I do when an aching night comes and I have no other choice but to cry?
Should I pick up the phone and give you a call
or do I grab on tight to my pillow and let it all out?
What happens when I see you and I want to hold you tight?
Would it be easier to stay in my seat
or do I greet you like I did the very first time we met?
What about when my world is falling apart, should I search for another you
or do I show up at your doorsteps?
Saying goodbye was easy but dealing with the aftermath is what I should’ve been taught.
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