hey everybody! first things first. i dont support ryan. if you do, then you are 100% one of his alt accounts. if you arent aware about who this is, his name is ryan geoffrey hayward. i wont attemt to explain the whole story, but essentially he s3xually harrased a 13 year old on this website. he is a cyber stalker and has done so much more. the victim, Kai, took a brave choice and posted a poem about everything he had done, (which ryan flagged for reiew so it is not available right now), but just know that what he did was really ****** up, unacceptable, and quite literally illegal. he is a disgusting human being. anyways, he has been making a lot of fake/alt accounts and commenting on kai's poetry with things like defending himself (BRO HE KEEPS SAYING HE HAS 180 IQ) by saying that he's smart, a nice guy, and that another person tangled in this mess, Dom, is a p3do. i personally believe he isn't, but **** knows what happens on the internet. maybe i'm secretly 128 years old!!! anyways, ryan usually comments on poems with a name with capitalizations, usually 2-3 words, and REALLY long comments that defend himself. he really thinks he's so sly. kai is really doing her best at reporting his alt accounts, but it would be fvcking amazing if you ever see a comment that he probably made, please report and block that person. we don't want more people getting into this mess. anyways, thats all i have to say.

I'm not as blond as Ryan Gosling
I like your ***, I hate to gossip
All day you are running on my mind
I wanna pound you from behind

Soul Blind Pt. 2
by Ryan P. Kinney

"Dad, Why do you look like you're crying?"

"Oh, you know. Sad things."

"Don't be sad, be happy."

"Both of those are always about you."

"Why?"

"Because when you are not here, I'm sad."
"When you are, I'm happy."

The (Only) Story
(A Friend Pt. 2)
by Ryan P. Kinney

"So, this is it then?"
"THE END..."

"No, only yours"
"Well, only this part of your story."

"So, What happens now?"
"Where do I go?"

"That's up to you."
"Where do you think you'll go?"

"I guess I hadn't really thought of it."

"It's time to start now."
"We've got places to go."
"Whatever you think, is right somewhere, someplace."
"You write your own story."

"I was too busy living to think about it ending."

"That's the point of it, isn't it."

"So, who are you?

"Oh, you know..."

I DO.
I know her
I guess we all do.
We've known her all along
from
THE BEGINNING...

Startled, I jump.
I have awoken in a bed. Not mine. I think.
But one that might have been an amalgam of all of them. It smells vaguely of lost loves.

“Hello, Ryan,” I hear from the darkness, once again making me jump. Standing in the doorway is a slight young woman. I could have sworn she wasn’t there a minute ago.

I step towards her. Rather than getting closer she slowly illuminates more, like a dimmer switch and a camera coming into focus simultaneously.
Stark realization overwhelms me. I rush over and close the distance in a blink, wrapping my arms around her, tears trailing behind me. They remain suspended in the air as globules of liquid remembrance.

“Heather?” “I thought you were gone. That we lost you?”

“I am. And so are you.”
“At least for now.”

She pries me from her and pushes back into the darkness.
“Am I dead?”

“Not yet,” she says.

“Are you… You?”

“Sort of.”
“I am the me you remember.”
“Being dead is like this odd disconnected collection of everyone else’s recollection of you. I am what you think I was.”
“The rest of me is in someone else.”
“It’s kinda like God. He/She/It/They are whatever people think they are. Whatever they worship as the divine is. They think therefore are.”

“Is this heaven?”

“No. It’s just me.”

“Are you God?”

“We are all are, kinda.”

“Look, I need to tell you something. Something you’ve lived with your whole life. Without living your whole life.”
“WAKE UP”

When it finds a match,
the fire sends its regards
for the source of its warmth.

Where heat  
and breast floats gold,
I see the old sky new.

Why a mold
that charms cats and brothers
as the offender of kings.

What's more,
it knows
the Tarantula D'amour.

We all burn slow,
even if we die young;
so be it.

Well, let's live
today if not and especially
tomorrow doesn't exist.

I just want your sugar high
Saccarine sticky love notes
Tender, with your honey milky scent
Just love me, like the sucker I am
And let me swallow you whole

Ryan drew a monster,
The monster murdered Johnny.
Ryan erased the entire scene in time
To let him hide the body.
Where the chalk lines outline
A crime they never found a sign
Or direction to get a lead.
The chalkboard had a crooked smile
Silently speaking of its feed.

Johnny said he drew a monster,
Once upon a time long ago
Said he spoke the words to me
But those are lies and we all know.
Had he seen the monsters he left
I bet he would've tamed those beasts,
Instead, in present, now they feast.