rad.

the love junkie poet.

[ryan136]

“she is gods best work 
and the devils best friend”

— Ryan Aiden Delehanty (via wnq-writers) Rad

[ryan136]

“she is gods best work 
and the devils best friend”

— Ryan Aiden Delehanty (via wnq-writers) Rad

[wnq-writers]

i wish mental pain would leave a scar so at least then id have proof of how bad i do hurt

ryan aiden delehanty (via wnq-writers)

[ryan136]

Nodd squad

rad

[poisoned-from-all-the-medic-blog]

[ryan136]

put a mirror in my coffin so i can see peace

rad

[ryan136]

im fine, but poor me another drink? Cuz i do like to unwind sometimes but seriously, i'm fine. nah, grab the brown bottle i don't drink wine. I don't drink often nah only from time to time, like 6am to pm 9 it helps the back pain and heart aches. But what ? what does it take ? shit at least 80 proof till i'm standing on the roof ready to jump howling at the moon arms spread like a hawk touch down in a dirt bed the corn stalk do you hear it? the world talks talks when i sit and i walk so poor me another drink so i cant hear so i cant think till i stumble and fall wake up one day and remember it all till the day of the future time poor me another drink, till my arms spread like a hawk cuz for now i'm fine

rad

[zodiacsociety]

Her pale beauty,
treated me with cruelty
because i was just another 
blurred face, 
that swept by fluently,
i was trying to grab a rose,
but got a fist full of thorns,
tried to sail and endless sea
but got caught in the storm,
shes beyond every painting,
every song and art form,
showing her beauty through words
something i cannot transform,
how badly i want her
though i know it cant be
i want my rose, and to raise my sails 
send me back out to sea,
i cannot blame her
because she knows not her beauty,
loving from a far, i pleasurably 
endure my cruelty

@ryan136 (via zodiacsociety)

[ryan136]

I grew up round drug dealers thieves and addicts half our fathers locked up the other half are in caskets now we all grown up and we fell to their habits now billy's behind bars and nick is eaten by maggots

rad

[ryan136]

overdose blood runs from his nose to his chin not a red blood, but a cloudy white mix he manages to mumble as he leans and goes limp tha darkness surpunds and slowly gets cold his skin no more warmth , his heart no more soul a few hours later, a knock at the door his mother walks and johns on the floor never thought it could hapen always said no not me now john lies in a casket buried 6 feet deep

(via ryan136)

[ryan136]

[poetpastry]

Don’t ever feel the need to write , for when you don’t the words of the world fill your page of a mind

@ryan136 (via poetpastry)

[coyotish]

[ugh90s]

[danger]

[ryan136]

To be free of fear is to fear not death But in not fearing death you risk your reality for everyone insane was driven so, through sanity

rad

[ribcgae]

xxx