ryker quinten

many aliases. many thoughts. find them all here.

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Move to your local record store. Buy the 7” white vinyl you want. Fortnight feat. Post Malone and the BLOND:ISH remix is available now for Record Store Day 2025, while supplies last. 🤍 recordstoreday.com

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DONE!! Can't wait to spin it

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Cameron Peak Fire, CO

Don’t challenge me to kiss you

shirtless under your sheets

Seek to strike me for some sparks

light fires you don’t want with my cheap

Then dousing me in a week

Untethered lust never meant for “we”

Doesn’t care for unrequited feelings

and baby, you’ve finally chosen your tree for lighting

Miss me with your calamitous lightning

that I’m dubiously grateful to see but

Won’t be used as that torrid kindling

I ain’t ever wanna be your Cameron Peak

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K

You look like everyone around me is my senior

Like the wild in you, I've yet to meet her

Those curls in your eyes make that ring

slip a little smoother than you'd think

Fuck, you may be what I need

Wandering somewhere in your lips

Even if we ain't yet, can we be it?

Been several hundred sleeps since I've felt my heartbeat

Is it acceptable yet to infiltrate your head?

Will you taste my heart out, then leave me on read?

Give me what'll soothe me, then one-star review me

Just sign up to try the stars under my roof

And I can try out yours, too

[taylorswift]

You cracked the codes and guessed all the From The Vault titles. 👏👏👏

Here’s the full track list, my friends. I’m really honored that Keith Urban is a part of this project, duetting on That’s When and singing harmonies on We Were Happy. I was his opening act during the Fearless album era and his music has inspired me endlessly. I’m counting down the minutes til we can all jump into this brave world together, filled with equal parts nostalgia and brand newness. 

Head first, Fearless 💛

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2021

What ails me wishes I were dead So do I but I don’t tell them A medically induced stupor A splash of omnipotent sorrow Sorry you’re not okay But I’ll catch you tomorrow Efforts of sleep only wake me My chest groans at me knowing I am full The brim of me leaking Precious memories and happiness that flees My ship fills with it all Just meet me at the harbor I don’t make it I drown in this water

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Two Definitions of It

My old best friend said (in response to my constant heartbreak) that love is different to everyone and I already knew that one.

But I know now what she meant We all have our own versions of it in our heads So I’ll tell you I love you and you say it right back whether it was before work or after sex or on a dinner date or when I made you laugh And so you said to me ‘I love you’ but you didn’t mean that.

Maybe you never lied every time you claimed love and I’m always sorry for thinking it was falsified Maybe in my head, my definition is messed up I’ll try my best to understand your three words but I worry because I know I do not always get it

I held love in my left hand and your soothing palm touching my right I thought we were held together even though I said that we could do better

Even though our dictionaries do not match I love you always and you know that Regardless of words, I will always want to go back because our years together left a scar on my right hand So I will keep loving you and look it up in a thesaurus, instead Maybe I’ll find a better word to describe it

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Goodbye

Beneath me I find a coin on the ground I pick it up It is always good luck But I am watching from across the street My ex-lover cursing me and for my ever loving her Even though she is now just an outline in my mind My peaceful hands will never rest to prove that all my promises are to be met along with love and comfort None of it secondhand;  so little, but all all for free I am used up Only of love

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My Lover

My lover Loves me no more She is touching my hands But I feel the cold in the cracks in the split skin running around my palms I have only but held on to how we were before Because my lover looks just like her but she is not her anymore

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Sick Fuck

I feel a little sick The kind that goes to your stomach from all of this Maybe it is just medication that makes an unwell body even sicker Even weaker But now I am thinking of all the past pieces and it hurts now worse than before I do not get over anything well enough

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Untitled (01022019)

I know so little but guess too much And a gold star for me if I am right about this stuff Like the emotional unavailability that I would label as cheating And even then, I still gave you more You used all your power to make me unsure of your love And I feel empty and confused because you used up nearly all I had So at least come back for a moment or two and then you can take the rest of it, too

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Sleepy Me

My doctor tagged me with yet another prescription It makes me sleepy like all the rest of them They interrupt my sheep and their jumping over you, the moon, during the night Mostly I cannot clear you from my inside my ear where a q-tip would be too deep; the two years of memories ill-spent Now sweating off the old me from a burning fever Reckoning that a near-death heat may help those two years stick in my mind Or I lose you in my dreams I am as prescribed- take one of me and then leave Could never get you to swallow pills like me Could you ever kiss me goodbye at 5 AM leaving early for work- can you do that again? I think about time passing like it is the only thing I can pursue

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15.5 mg of Sweet

Oh, you are like menthol in my throat For months, they told me that honey lemon is better but I had grown to your taste A flavor that honey could not compete I was convinced that the cold of you on my tongue  was your refreshing demeanor that fixed me but in no way did it make me feel better Hardly more than a remedy I don’t know why I am a beggar for you back Trying to taste all that I can I will tell no one of the ways I loved you and I don’t wilfully imagine other breaths you chill Maybe you sleep in warmer sheets now And even I will feel sick from your menthol-froze lips eventually Lined my lungs constantly It could have been you who got sick from me

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All the different ways that I have tried to stifle me I tried to deposit my thoughts into a plastic container marked with every day of the week like many others those I know For a month (or maybe a few) my head was foggy and so were my red eyes I so impatiently wanted to beat the future I was never present near enough I am rummaging through a body that is half-dead I sent away all my safeties in a large orange envelope Wedged that somewhere in my car between the seat and the console where I lose most things No place to send to written on the front No return address to be found I cannot blame it all on me but maybe I will tonight because I cannot wait my turn to burn an unfinished me

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finish this))((#(#

Spearmint Chap-Stick takes me back to when I liked to stay up past midnight I would walk the halls and their fluorescent lights I would hide in daylight Everyone assumes we all get by “just fine” I taste the gum I chewed all year, a mint flavor to match as I trace my own green skin My lips are dripping mint as I am pulled in to taste and that green Chap-Stick stayed come the winter season Even though it has turned me an odd color from outside to within Their lips cannot get enough of my emerald skin

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You say you’re doing better but honey, you’re doing far worse How can you say you have a new love when that love doesn’t even hurt? And nobody asked for pain except someone must have been rooting for mine so now he sleeps right next to your side It isn’t going to be a bullet to the chest with me anymore But something sure as hell is missing when it comes to true love you’re whispering to him, with no deaf ear No asking you to repeat the love I used to hear I often understood you by reading your delicate lips so gentle but I sure liked the way they moved slowly for you to say “I love you, babe” So maybe I pretended not to hear you some days And I know love requires a little pain for whatever duration it lasts For so many months that I loved you more than my heart could lift I felt how the love all became different as I became your past and you became forever and always my only true and last

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Oh Nothing, Poor Me

I used to classify as a “good” human being That if a God did exist then surely they created me as one of many Life was made from the same clay as me and love dried the same way as me I thought I was a soft finding A limited edition specialty drink I honestly believed I was the only-one-of-a-kind kind of thing My wrists are no longer soft like ribbon Long ago, I had smoother skins but too many times I ripped them Not looking to weep red or blue but I was so sure beauty hid there that God may have given me some sanity, too Everything good felt caught in layers of me I went searching and found myself piece by piece And if someone did build me so meticulously I was not a prized possession I was overruled in what I believed I see what I am now labeled in black ink Not special, no specialty Not anything defining Truly nothing

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1.1.18 (1)

A new set

A lost pair

Of eyes

I

Promise to do better

Than what I was

Then what this was

Is just practice

Let’s start over

Let’s try again

A new set of numbers

Ring

The new year in