Submissions by Ryan-G-Hayward

I ask that you kill my heart, destroy me,
will make for such amazing poetry,
weeds keep growing higher than trees,
the green acid of my blood burns within,

I'm sorry for the torment that ripped apart,
the smashing of waves upon your shore,
the drowning of the child as I depart,
the fury of emotions, an addicted whore,

The critics click their pens with anger,
the conscious of your image, lingers,
the gentle-ness of a sudden breeze,
lingers slightly with effort-less brevity,

I was never anyone special,
unlike a...

I'm fish in the bowl, thrashing,
wanting to be dark soul thrashing,
not the stranger, dashing,
just the mad man, rushing.
Am I the truth of words, trusting........

I want something soft, and gentle,
the touch of my hands will tremble,
the guilt of the sins that will bubble,
the metaphors to solve a puzzle..

Fish in a bowl, sees us the whole,
the conflicted hurt, buried in hole,
the truth, a denial to what we know,
and yet we still march and crawl.

I want just a soul,
Gentle beknown...

I see her around,
lonely as I am,
The city sounds
extolls this lamb,
for she is the same
as them, and I,
Lonely as we are
This city cries.
Dries her wings
after she sings,
abandoned shirts
discarded skirts,
Keeps her warm
as the people swarm,
this lonely angel
like tossed bagel.

Down in the ruins with you,
gazing at all the graves,
silken smooth skin tissue,
I guard your life with great value....

And you will be the stir,
lean on shoulder,
dampened, deeper,
Nature's surrender,
whisper's not sinister,
but capture's winter.....

Fallen further in the caves,
the snakes hiss as they play,
tales are closer to the flames,
the stakes to wins of game,

And your mesmerizing eyes,
never once told a single lie,
I ask if we are to live or die,
You say its not about if or...