Submissions by mitchryan549 (Mitchell Ryan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My words mean the world to me and I love to share them! Too many people forget how important it is to FEEL something, I hope to inspire someday...
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 2:26am
5th Dec 2012 2:26am
Chasing Ghosts
You haunt the life that we've created
you are an astral presence throughout these halls
you left me here jagged and jaded
to carve my wakeful fit into these walls
I am imprisoned here seeking you out
clawing for every cumbersome clue
reaching violently into your void
grasping at transparent traces of you
What forced you into loves limbo?
What is holding you in this place?
Was it sin, or sadness and sorrow?
What corroded your comfort and grace?
I am wandering here with no malicious intention
I am neither harbinger nor host...
you are an astral presence throughout these halls
you left me here jagged and jaded
to carve my wakeful fit into these walls
I am imprisoned here seeking you out
clawing for every cumbersome clue
reaching violently into your void
grasping at transparent traces of you
What forced you into loves limbo?
What is holding you in this place?
Was it sin, or sadness and sorrow?
What corroded your comfort and grace?
I am wandering here with no malicious intention
I am neither harbinger nor host...
779 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 10:39pm
28th Jun 2012 10:39pm
Only if You Think You're Ready
Pull my darkness out;
taffy-stretch
and wrap my pain
into cute pieces
of wax paper.
Lose the beautiful shades of hope;
color-blind clarity
and see
the faults
in my pale flesh.
Drink from my lies;
a poisoned cup
and get drunk on
all of these
iatric illusions.
Look past my costume;
beautiful mask
and see the tiny
pathetic pieces
of my ugly existence,
Now tell me how much you love me.
taffy-stretch
and wrap my pain
into cute pieces
of wax paper.
Lose the beautiful shades of hope;
color-blind clarity
and see
the faults
in my pale flesh.
Drink from my lies;
a poisoned cup
and get drunk on
all of these
iatric illusions.
Look past my costume;
beautiful mask
and see the tiny
pathetic pieces
of my ugly existence,
Now tell me how much you love me.
807 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 5:11am
17th Mar 2012 5:11am
If Only
I wish I could steal your pain
umbrella all your rain
take away your sedentary sorrow
and bandage your violet veins
I wish I could influence your fate
steer you from self-hate
consume the guile of all your guilt
and prove its not too late
I wish I could procure your plight
battle your feverish fight
take away the dark and gray
and lead you into light
I know I am just a guest
who preaches peace and less unrest
but your sadness and shame has stained my soul
I just wish you the brightest and best.
...
umbrella all your rain
take away your sedentary sorrow
and bandage your violet veins
I wish I could influence your fate
steer you from self-hate
consume the guile of all your guilt
and prove its not too late
I wish I could procure your plight
battle your feverish fight
take away the dark and gray
and lead you into light
I know I am just a guest
who preaches peace and less unrest
but your sadness and shame has stained my soul
I just wish you the brightest and best.
...
931 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 8:29pm
16th Mar 2012 8:29pm
Kaleidoscope
Counting random shadows
eases the storm inside
while the seconds of a clock
tick tock
the years away from my life.
Do you still love me?
I want the answer almost as much
as I don't.
I see our life displayed
from the kaleidoscope of my mind,
images of time better spent
splattered on the walls
of this empty room.
Why can't a memory be a tangible thing?
I wish to reach out
and pluck these beautiful images
one by one...
and create a diorama
to dance in
forever.
I cannot remember...
eases the storm inside
while the seconds of a clock
tick tock
the years away from my life.
Do you still love me?
I want the answer almost as much
as I don't.
I see our life displayed
from the kaleidoscope of my mind,
images of time better spent
splattered on the walls
of this empty room.
Why can't a memory be a tangible thing?
I wish to reach out
and pluck these beautiful images
one by one...
and create a diorama
to dance in
forever.
I cannot remember...
1115 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 7:50am
16th Mar 2012 7:50am
Like Me
It burns so cold as it finally unfolds,
The pain is grim and gushing
And my tears are hard to hold.
I will not lie to you, but I’m tired of trying to prove
That my heart is still here
And it’s still yours to abuse.
I wanted to let you go, to not let my weakness show,
But I love you still
Inside of my angry all-time low.
My appetite is insatiable and you were irreplaceable,
but when it comes to breaking hearts
we were both selfishly capable.
Unwinding at a passive pace, you fight so hard to forget my face,
But...
The pain is grim and gushing
And my tears are hard to hold.
I will not lie to you, but I’m tired of trying to prove
That my heart is still here
And it’s still yours to abuse.
I wanted to let you go, to not let my weakness show,
But I love you still
Inside of my angry all-time low.
My appetite is insatiable and you were irreplaceable,
but when it comes to breaking hearts
we were both selfishly capable.
Unwinding at a passive pace, you fight so hard to forget my face,
But...
915 reads
11 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 7:14am
16th Mar 2012 7:14am
Sick and Tired
Written for "vent" competition
I'm sick of today and yesterday
I'm sick of tomorrow just the same
I'm sick of the limbo that occupies my time
and I'm sick of screaming your name
I'm tired of whoring out my heart
I'm tired of loving this pain
I'm tired of breaking my life apart
and I'm tired of starting over again
I'm sick of the sweet suffocation
I'm sick of each breath I breathe
I'm sick of everything holding me down
and I'm sick of the freedom to leave
I'm tired of sweating from carrying...
I'm sick of today and yesterday
I'm sick of tomorrow just the same
I'm sick of the limbo that occupies my time
and I'm sick of screaming your name
I'm tired of whoring out my heart
I'm tired of loving this pain
I'm tired of breaking my life apart
and I'm tired of starting over again
I'm sick of the sweet suffocation
I'm sick of each breath I breathe
I'm sick of everything holding me down
and I'm sick of the freedom to leave
I'm tired of sweating from carrying...
998 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2012 6:47pm
15th Mar 2012 6:47pm
Just Can't Wait
Written for "Hallmark" competition.
I can't wait to see the little face
that stares curiously back at me
I can't help but play with all my thoughts
of the person you will grow to be
I have felt you move your little hands
and I have touched your little feet
and with my ear pressed to mommy's belly
I have heard the lullaby of your heartbeat
I will see you when you enter this world
and believe me I just can't wait
to share with you the joy in this life
and to protect you from all of the hate
I will be your father...
I can't wait to see the little face
that stares curiously back at me
I can't help but play with all my thoughts
of the person you will grow to be
I have felt you move your little hands
and I have touched your little feet
and with my ear pressed to mommy's belly
I have heard the lullaby of your heartbeat
I will see you when you enter this world
and believe me I just can't wait
to share with you the joy in this life
and to protect you from all of the hate
I will be your father...
956 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 9:54pm
14th Mar 2012 9:54pm
Ocean
Written for "Imagery" competition
My ocean is an internal place,
full of the most unforgiving seas,
frantically reaching to grasp a lifeline
though there is no one here but me.
The sharks are swimming ever so close,
and I have expelled to them my crimson fluid
in the form of my private, primal prose,
and the end has become so lucid.
I'm swimming constantly, desperately seeking a shore,
but my body is wrecked from the fight.
With every stroke I cling to hope,
though there is nothing but ocean in...
My ocean is an internal place,
full of the most unforgiving seas,
frantically reaching to grasp a lifeline
though there is no one here but me.
The sharks are swimming ever so close,
and I have expelled to them my crimson fluid
in the form of my private, primal prose,
and the end has become so lucid.
I'm swimming constantly, desperately seeking a shore,
but my body is wrecked from the fight.
With every stroke I cling to hope,
though there is nothing but ocean in...
835 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 8:01pm
14th Mar 2012 8:01pm
Thank You, Brilliant Youth
Written for "somebody else" competition.
Your words seem to be much older than you
they tell of pain, sadness and sorrow,
they tell of a life you are too young to endure
and of a girl who has been broken and borrowed.
Your talents are apparent in poetic prose
but it seems that they came with a price,
a costly loss of ideal innocence,
this thieving of sorts, a sad sacrifice.
The darkness can often become overwhelming
but it will never snuff your internal light,
I believe there is an amazing plan for you ...
Your words seem to be much older than you
they tell of pain, sadness and sorrow,
they tell of a life you are too young to endure
and of a girl who has been broken and borrowed.
Your talents are apparent in poetic prose
but it seems that they came with a price,
a costly loss of ideal innocence,
this thieving of sorts, a sad sacrifice.
The darkness can often become overwhelming
but it will never snuff your internal light,
I believe there is an amazing plan for you ...
754 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 6:19pm
13th Mar 2012 6:19pm
When Dawn Breaks
Written for "so sleepy" competition
There's something missing in my bed tonight
No arms just sheets to hold me tight
Alone I wait...
For dawn to break...
There's something missing in my bed tonight
Dream a dream of me tonight
Hold me close and grip me tight
And when you wake...
My hand you'll take...
Dream a dream of me tonight.
Sleep so sound and soft tonight
In the warmth of our love's firelight
I'll be home soon...
But not with the moon...
Sleep so sound and soft tonight.
There's something missing in my bed tonight
No arms just sheets to hold me tight
Alone I wait...
For dawn to break...
There's something missing in my bed tonight
Dream a dream of me tonight
Hold me close and grip me tight
And when you wake...
My hand you'll take...
Dream a dream of me tonight.
Sleep so sound and soft tonight
In the warmth of our love's firelight
I'll be home soon...
But not with the moon...
Sleep so sound and soft tonight.
730 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 6:03pm
13th Mar 2012 6:03pm
More Than a Dance
You are uniquely beautiful
so far from the usual
and it makes me hopelessly weak.
Your smile resonates
in every picture we take
turning the mighty into meek.
You know where you belong
so selfless and strong
you are confident and comfortably so.
Your touch ignites
despite my plight
but your feelings hesitate to show.
Your kiss came soft
and threw me off
because your exterior remains so tough.
I will open up
and spill my cup
but will that be enough?
Do not fear my charm
I mean no harm
I’m just hoping for the chance...
so far from the usual
and it makes me hopelessly weak.
Your smile resonates
in every picture we take
turning the mighty into meek.
You know where you belong
so selfless and strong
you are confident and comfortably so.
Your touch ignites
despite my plight
but your feelings hesitate to show.
Your kiss came soft
and threw me off
because your exterior remains so tough.
I will open up
and spill my cup
but will that be enough?
Do not fear my charm
I mean no harm
I’m just hoping for the chance...
862 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 6:12am
13th Mar 2012 6:12am
Falling Apart
Running away won’t spare me the pain
of a life filled with guilt, torment and shame.
But I cannot stay here to worry and wonder
if there will be solace from the weight I am under.
My insides are tangled around this choice
but I am left without vindication or a voice.
I was looking for comfort, and love and peace,
but again I fell victim to my dreary disease.
I have trusted and tried without care or concern;
apparently a lesson I am still loathe to learn.
So take what you need and leave me the rest,
and as you move on I will wish you the best....
of a life filled with guilt, torment and shame.
But I cannot stay here to worry and wonder
if there will be solace from the weight I am under.
My insides are tangled around this choice
but I am left without vindication or a voice.
I was looking for comfort, and love and peace,
but again I fell victim to my dreary disease.
I have trusted and tried without care or concern;
apparently a lesson I am still loathe to learn.
So take what you need and leave me the rest,
and as you move on I will wish you the best....
1916 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by mitchryan549 (Mitchell Ryan)
