#ryangrayson

[rebelsfare]

(Explore you)

A woman can move all she wants in the sheets. If she isn't there for anything more than the theatrics, then we're not making love, we're fucking. We're acting in a manner that imitates lovemaking, but there's no connection, just skin. It's more exhilarating to experience your soul rather than just your epidermis. I truly want to see you naked. So lay yourself down in front of me, spread your feelings wide open. Let me kiss your scars and caress your dreams. Kiss my ears with your sounds of love and hate, joy and despair. You're used to a hand over your mouth but not tonight. Let it all flow out of you as I come in, so I can see what's on the other side of those eyes. I want you to show me the stars and galaxies you possess that create a light that consumes your entire presence. It's blinding, but I can't stop staring. Let me pull on your thoughts, I want to be transparent with one another and be consumed by your luminescence. Together we will shine too bright for this world. Merging ourselves for the brief eternity we share with each other will glare out the sun, and we're the entities that discovered it.

- Ryan Grayson

[rebelsfare]

(2:17 a.m. Cigarette)

I don't want you in my life, 2:17 a.m. Cigarette. Your amber glow is not welcomed here anymore. My land of dreams will not be disturbed by your ember. Burn a hole in someone else, 2:17 a.m. Cigarette. The lighter's glow tells me you'll be here soon to kick in the door, save the nicotine receptors from the manic state they're about to be in. You're truly a hero in the morning edition of the daily addiction. Extra! Extra! Read all about it! You know the burning rafters will give in soon, they can't withstand much more, only a matter of time before you can't tolerate the screaming of your brain before you rescue it from this torment. Go ahead, let your lungs share your poisonous treason with the rest of your temple. 2:33 a.m. Regret, there's wreckage here for you. Won't you stay a while 2:33 a.m. Regret? Stick around, 2:34 a.m. 2:35 a.m. 2:36 a.m. 2:37 a.m. 2:39 a.m. Sorry, it took me a minute to light my cigarette. Good morning 2:43 a.m. Cocktail. Is it time for you already? Goodbye awakened state, I'll see you again on the purple plains of the morning. Don't come looking for me again, you guys aren't welcome here anymore good night early morning vices. Good morning inebriated sleep.     -Ryan Grayson

[rebelsfare]

"Keep Moving"

Expect less, enjoy more, Run free while standing still. Lets go! We will be...somewhere doing...something, Enjoying the spaceless gaps between our minds. Lets go! As long as we can smile at each other and laugh at ourselves, we have conquered space and slowed time - there will be no shadow in our light. So come on, let's go.

- Ryan Grayson

[rebelsfare]

Oh what great power she has... her smile could set the world on fire, her hips could swing us out of orbit, her laugh could cause the earth to quake and she could lull the world to sleep with her song. And yet her smile only makes me smile, her hips pull me in for the dance, her laugh confirms my happiness, and when she sings my eyes fill with tears for the destruction she brings to my world. I must be dreaming... Oh what great strength I must have.

- Ryan Grayson

[rebelsfare]

Wake up…drink whiskey Cry while fucking Hate with a smile Love with your fists Die together Live alone Heal the wounded without scars Prepare to unravel for a future to expose old wounds Destroy with abandon Throw up until you're drunk again A stagnant razor...rusted...dull. Fear the kind for they change in unexpected ways Fish live in puddles in the streets Monger Oh Monger There are no more tears They can't hear you anymore. Silence has deafened them I can't hear myself drink SHUT THE FUCK UP! The typewriter chatters to the page but its blank, can't find the words... Empathy? No. The bottle…The empty bottle...the empty. Return to sender Hoard for keepsake Clean for the filth Distract for attention For; a selfish, greedy word Distraction is what they want – dance, jester, dance! Cut your strings, this show is over Over the limit Over the head Over and over Mundane. Rinse. Lather. Repeat. Repeat. Industrialize feelings Sell to the highest power Pi Infinity Program infected Error 404 page not found Virus detected! Virus detected! Virus detected! Virus detected! Human entity found. Delete potential threat? Send to folder for further inspection. File saved.

- Ryan Grayson “Drinking The Ink”