Bully

Never ready, aching like a muscle in the heat.
Tired and silent, hoping for it to pass on by.
To float through like dreams of change.
Holding my breath.
Catching my heart.
It always comes, they always do.
Those feelings of love that split my cells.
Love. Love. Love.
Even when solitary sense surrounds.
It doubles down.
Attacking where I’m weakest.
You know how to make me feel.
Punching the darkness out of me.
Leaving halos around my heart.
You come on with your disease.
Spreading like an immunity that I will never possess.
Tasting the trauma of before, I hesitate to move.
Watching while the soul dances the dance.
Bones that break with ease, cannot protect a heart that bleeds.
For you, seep on through.
Forcing me to love you once more.

30/08/202230/08/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: disease, love, soulTags: art, attack, blood, bully, disease, feelings, heart, hurt, immune, love, poem, Poetry, punch, soul, soulmate 4 Comments

Typhoid and many swans

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TYPHOID AND SWANS

Summer days with rain.
A tearing at this side.
Spilling petals and ruin.
A Day with the night.
The moon, coming into view pocked and dusty.
Out in the ocean, cast into life.
Waiting for the smile to flow from a sentence.
Communication, then nothing.
Nothing, then communication.
A constant pulse of anxious disregard.
Release now, free of feelings.
Feathers dipped in oil.
Diseases and love that swallow like a lake.
To eat off of chipped china, filling stomachs swollen with greed.
And such need.
To scrub away the blood that stains.
The candy stuck in the tooth.
We are all but sticks floating down the river of life.
Passing through the weeping willows of the world.
Making our way to swamps, not seas.

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13/11/202128/10/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: change, disease, lifeTags: art, change, communication, day, disease, food, life, meal, moon, ocean, poem, Poetry, seas, swans, water 4 Comments

A Slow disease

This is the image of dying bird.
The one you hold in your heart.
Born to fly but kept caged and fed.
Not knowing anymore if it’s already dead.

05/03/202105/03/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: birds, death, diseaseTags: art, birds, cage, death, end, feeding, heart, image, poem, Poetry 3 Comments