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 Aug 2015 ryan
We Are Stories
"47"
 Aug 2015 ryan
We Are Stories
It's been a couple years since the day that I left...
And there's nothing I wouldn't do to get back all the time I spent...
Because even though I'm happy...
Still this is the same dream that I dreamt...

I miss those long walks at night beneath those shining stars.
I miss the days when we could talk alone about our hardened hearts.
The sunsets were my favorite thing until I went away.
I always used to say I wished I'd leave, but in the end I just wanted to stay!
These memories of me and you are the memories that I see all day.
The memories of the blazing sun beating down on us can't be erased.
I used to tell you that I'm over it and that I've moved on and found my way,
But honestly to be open here, I would do anything to be back out by the lake!

You and me,
We were okay,
Life was as slow
As yesterday.
Nothing changed,
It was routine.
Nothing changed
For you and me.

We used to stay up at night and count stars in the sky,
And lately all I've wanted is to find a way to relax my mind.
But all these memories of you and me still keep me awake,
And just as I fall asleep I start to think of how it would be!
If it was still you and me!
If it was still our adventure, and we were both free!
They say the hardest part of life comes when you're getting old,
But to be honest there's no time when you're used to letting go!
So let it go!
So let it go!
Let me float away down my streets, down my roads!
I hear your voice!
I hear your voice!
Let me float away down the streets,
Down your throat and into your lungs
So I can feel the vibration of your songs.

I hung myself outside for all to see
That this life of remembrance is hard to leave!
It's hard to leave!
It's hard to leave!
I miss my old friends and the way they were apart of me!

I sit in my bedroom and I listen to one more song,
I know the message to be true, but some days I don't want to sing along!
So play me a sad key, play me a dark note!
I'm still hanging from the noose on October's rope.

God I know your listening to what I have to say,
And I know that you still have a plan, but is this how it all comes to play?
I know things come and go, but I wish that never had to be,
To be honest father, I've gone through a lot, but I miss them the most desperately.
 Jul 2015 ryan
Robyn
Day 731
 Jul 2015 ryan
Robyn
I feel a burning
I feel a shaking of the earth
I feel a yearning
I feel it growing as we turn
I turn away
From any pain I've ever felt
Turn towards your place
Turn towards the total of my wealth
Turn towards your face
And I never turn away
From where you stand
Two perfect years ago you asked me if we can
Two years from now you plan to ask me for my hand
And I'll agree to everything you ask of me
I'll never agree to anything more happily
You are my turning of the earth
You are my light
You are the thing I fight for
Even when we fight
 Jul 2015 ryan
Robyn
On a Saturday morning, one unnaturally warm for the usually brisk Pacific Northwest region, a girl woke up early.
Her first thought was not of the time, 6 am. She had woken up at this hour many times before, every Saturday in fact. Nor was her first thought about the unnatural warmth of the air seeping through her window. Her first thoughts were not of her legs tangled in her blankets, of the large breakfast she wouldn't eat, or of the last remnants of her dreams.
Her first thoughts were of a boy.
As were her second.
Her third. Her fourth.
Her fifth however, was that she should probably get ready to leave.
That summer, the girl had spent every Saturday morning 3 miles up the road at a small farm owned by a family from her church. Her father, the pastor with a history of dairy farming, had encouraged church goers to head up to the farm to help pick the bushels of fruits and vegetables being grown for his churches personal food bank. The girl simply assisted him.

The boy was on her mind every other minute, as she dressed, washed, loaded her allergy medication into a bag and trekked out the door into the misty morning heat. All through the drive she was silent, wondering if he every thought about her. Her father was all but indifferent, speaking of little but weather patterns and permaculture.

The farm was large yet quaint, owned by a woman who evidently had an unfulfilled dream to become a Barbie doll. Farm animals were littered unnecessarily around the property, serving little purpose but to appear cute. The girl supposed they succeeded.

45 minutes of plucking kale leaves offered little satisfaction to the girl, her fingers shaking and *****, aching for contact with the boy who she admitted to herself had probably never given her a second thought. However, this thought was in fact her 67th consecutive such one about the boy. She was unaware of how her 79th thought about him would happen to coincide with the gentle vibration in her pocket. A small blue box with an early morning greeting would appear on her cell phone screen, making her dirt covered hands oddly still.
She was unaware that the boy was motivated to send this particular message by his 104th consecutive thought about her that morning. She was unaware that, much like her, he had thought of little else over the previous month. She was unaware that hours of conversation would lead to revelations of startlingly similar music preferences, opinions and thoughts.

She was unaware how deeply he felt for her. Yet she was all but unaware of how deeply she felt for him. She was unaware that two years from this warm Saturday morning she would be laying in bed at 1 am, rediscovering her writing talent while recounting the beginnings of a love story. Her own.
 Jul 2015 ryan
Robyn
Bloody teeth
 Jul 2015 ryan
Robyn
****** teeth
Kiss me
****** teeth
I miss you
****** teeth
Promise me you'll never go away
 Jun 2015 ryan
Robyn
When you rest your guitar on my knee and make up songs about my beauty

When you tell our friends all about how we fell in love

When you grab ahold of me on the doorstep and kiss me hard

When you cradle me in your arms in you parked car - in my driveway

When you tangle your fingers in the fibers of my hair - kissing me like I'm your oxygen tank
 Jun 2015 ryan
Robyn
Barcode trees and sticky leaves
Blue skies like your candy eyes mountainous vertebrae
Spine of the earth
Finally giving birth
To the sea

The earths wet open mouth
Spindly coral teeth
Immortal lunch
Swimming about
And then crunch
 Jun 2015 ryan
Robyn
Untitled
 Jun 2015 ryan
Robyn
You built me a fire
And told me that Venus was in the sky
Wrapped me in a blanket -
Rough hands turn soft against my face
Promising to find me a pretty new dress
Then you kissed me -
And still question why I believe I don't deserve you
 Jun 2015 ryan
Robyn
hungry
 Jun 2015 ryan
Robyn
The moonlight sliced your face in half
My fingers danced across your illuminated eyelid
You breathed me in -
Every cubic inch of me
As I breathed you out

I lost all thoughts in your perfection
This intersection -
Of my life
Has revealed the right path to take
You asked me what I was looking at.
It's you, it's you -
It's always you
But I was silent
And like always -
You met my silence with a kiss

A soft kiss

That grew hungry -
It ate me alive
And I never want to be digested -
No -
I want to live inside your hungry kiss forever
 May 2015 ryan
Robyn
Untitled
 May 2015 ryan
Robyn
I will look left
And I will look right
I will look at yesterday
And I will look at tomorrow
Today is just for you and I
Because we are so in love
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