Death is little more

With all this talk of heaven.
Lapping at your feet.
Washes only the surface.
Never flowing deep.
For inside the bones are rotten.
And the sins stain and swell.
Redemption is forgotten.
Perpetuating this hell.

04/06/202201/06/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: heaven, hell, lifeTags: art, bones, change, dali, feet, heaven, hell, life, poem, Poetry, redemption, rotten, talk, tide, wash, wave 3 Comments

Arrêter de tomber

Lies, they kept her from heaven.
A raging ghost of self-contempt.
Is it fake when inside there is truth?
For in the dark, all can see her tears.
Slipping into the cracks of hell.
Crying out to change.
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Fall
Into
Heaven/Hell

11/05/202201/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: heaven, hell, holyTags: art, change, creative, despair, devil, fake, ghosts, girl, heaven, hell, lost, medusa, poem, Poetry, sad, sadness, tears, truth Leave a comment

Skeletons in my closet

Into your ear I promise heaven.
Though I’m sure we’ll go through hell.
Consider this a quick confession.
Before falling under this spell.
My love is mined in deep deposits.
In caves of the dark and unkind.
But there’s skeletons buried inside my closet.
And devils lurking in my mind.

06/10/202116/08/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: heaven, hell, skeletonTags: cave, crown, dark, diamonds, happy, haunt, heaven, hell, poem, Poetry, rhyme, sad, skeleton 21 Comments

Haemoglobin

Through your bloodstream I do course.
Eating your oxygen and exploring you from within.
Until the time you breathe your last.
Picking me out with razor blades and intent.
Smearing me across the wall.
To be transfused to heaven.
Expelled to the hell without you.
A crimson coat of apathy.
Because my love suffocated.
From the inside out.

15/09/202109/08/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: blood, body, hurtTags: art, blood, body, death, end, heaven, hell, love, poem, Poetry, Razor, red 8 Comments