Ryan Michael Rhone

Original Poetry.

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ashes & empty bottles.

it’s been a long drive.

exit signs start to catch my eye and i fall in love— with the thought of leaving.

i’m screaming inside of myself, although you’d never notice and i’d probably never tell.

i guess i’m well— wishing; throwing out my change.

i’ve always wanted to make a difference, but everything feels the same.

i’m all ashes & empty bottles, i’m this never-ending rain.

i guess it keeps the ink flowing with my feelings— down the drain.

i’m a field of dying flowers; a shallow, flooded grave.

dry me out, watch me wilt away.

it’s been a long drive— hydroplaning in a daydream.

guardrails start to catch my eye.

i’m all ashes and empty bottles, wasted wishes and lost time.

i’m a heavy heart on the highway; a heavy foot, i’m a song of sighs.

i’m caught on thoughts of leaving, and love’s just a kiss goodbye.

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blessedfriend.

i just wanted to let you all know i'm alive/still learning how to survive outside of the .com/home has grown into something more than a hyperlink/i think it's a lover's sunroom at sunset/sunrise has shone my thoughts back to feelings/light is what i feel most days/nights are no longer for giving up or giving in/love is where i lay my head down/love is how i keep my head up/love is sticking my neck out/love sharpens my pencils and puts them away/home is the feeling i don't have to explain/understand, i feel most like a poet when there's nothing to say/

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sometimes i just think about comedy.

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buried alive.

it’s already been sixteen years since you shut your eyes for the last time

they etched your face into a grave and always tell me i look the same

maybe that’s why they always say i look so gray

but it’s been sixteen years since my eyes forgot how to cry

since they found a way for you to haunt me and hexed my flesh and bone

giving birth to a curse that’s kept my expressions petrified

maybe that’s why they think i’m mostly made of stone

because they etched your face over mine shortly after you died

someone must’ve known they’d be giving your ghost a home

i’ve spent sixteen years buried alive

it’s been sixteen years since they made your grave my own

and although my pain could never be shown at least they didn’t bury you alone

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anxiety.

brush my tangled hair

and hold my tangled head

tell me that you’re there

to remind me i’m not dead

my eyes are cemetery blue

beneath the sun’s last breath

your eyes are shining through

they’re the only light that’s left

but the stars just feel so far

when the sky’s a tangled mess

just tell me that you’re there

because the sun’s about to set

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twilight fireflies dance in a field of acrylic

and i've always bloomed in shades of blue

but there's magic, if you're open to feel it

tonight, these hearts are a little more full

it was always you.

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"and she said that i was the brightest little firefly in her jar"

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& i know home

when i see it

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taking a lil break from poetry to focus on wax sealed love letters.

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quiet corners.

pretty girls in crowded places approach me and ask my name

i’m slow flicker, call me small flame but i fall in love like i’m a wildfire and burn myself along the way

i like to sit in quiet corners i find comfort in the rain

my heart’s half cemetery and i have my father’s face

i’m haunted by obituaries and a face etched into stone it’s the only father i’ve known

i’m followed by storm clouds sometimes my flame gets put out and i wear my head down for awhile

i think today’s one of those days where it’s kind of hard to smile

my name is stuttering wick but you can call me ryan

or you can call if you need anything at all

but most pretty girls call it quits and walk away from quiet corners

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Naminé.

we were casting spells inside ourselves to break some curses

we found a magic mirror and it almost felt perfect the way it left our flaws exposed

we almost felt enchanted surveying all our damage finding harmony in everything

we awoke to our dreaming then i spoke of my demons and asked if i could summon them

we made plans for an exorcism you’re my catalyst, my little alchemist i know you’ll stop the cataclysm

we were casting spells inside ourselves to break some curses

we found a magic mirror and we dared to make it perfect by leaving all our flaws alone

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"i'll remember every word

and every silly little quirk

the way you bite your lip

pretending you're innocent"

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can my next poem just be a picture from my power rangers dino charge jumbo coloring and activity book? who makes the rules?

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i have a massive crush, and it feels fucking incredible. 🥴