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Twin poems. Two poems, both start the same but end up differently. By Ryan Lyandree

The Fragmented

You know you want me
You know you need me
And you want and you need
And you go around in circles
Wanting and needing
And not loving yourself
To say “stop”
But me, I’m not here
To tell you this
But to embrace you
To congratulate you
And to say
“Let’s go”
Yes, I will love you
Like no one
Has done before.

Cause my filthy hands
Purify with the touch of your body
So let me please you one more time
Let me be that floor for that gap
Let me be that bridge,
That cornerstone
That pinnacle,
That someone
That somebody
That structure to hold you still
When you feel like your world’s falling.

You know you want this
You know you need this
To disguise the emptiness
With sudden sexual moments
A vehicle to cut through the pain
A conduit to electrify the heart
But I’m more than a spark
And so are you when shining
Embrace the light
Life has given you
Embrace all the passion
The love, the energy
For you are far from being alone
When you have me.

Cause my naughty thoughts
Purify with the touch of your soul
So let me hold you one more time
Let me be the floor for that gap
Let me be that bridge,
That cornerstone
That pinnacle,
That someone
That somebody
That voice to reassure you
That you’re loved and that everything will be okay.

All of nothing
Never settle for less
Either in or out
The exception is when it heat

Allow me to be the one to tell you
How much you’re worth
More than anyone else
Has ever told you before.

The Opportunist

You know you want me
You know you need me
And you want and you need
And you go around in circles
Wanting and needing
And not loving yourself
To say “stop”
Because your body demands it
Because the gap is wide open
Loathe and desire becomes one
Isn’t it sweet when the rest comes in?

We take advantage of this situation occurring
As any other individual in this position would
Who would let go of this golden opportunity?
To apply to as much fuel and fire as one could.

After the carving of the soul
And this heart deforestation
Comes in the endless self-loathe
But I’d be gone for this occasion.

For the next time
I’ll find you here…

You know you want this
You know you need this
To strangle the emptiness
With sudden sexual moments
A vehicle to drive through the pain
A conduit to electrocute your fears
Because your heart rejects it
But your body embraces them
Welcome hidden spirits as such
To sacrifice another non virgin.

We taste of the apple ‘cause the fruit is ripped
As any other fervor longing luster here would
Who would lose the chance to be the opportunist?
When the path is clear to do as much as one could.

After the drilling of the body
And the inner gardening
Comes in the self-discomposure
But that party I won’t be attending.

So, until the next time
I’ll you see then…

Taking advantage of you
As you’re taking advantage of me

You know you want me
You know you need me.

Taking advantage of this
As you’re taking advantage of us.

Because your body demands it
Because the wound is wide open
Loathe and desire becomes one
Isn’t it sweet when the rest comes in?

Nothing here
Nothing there
Feeling fully alive
While being completely dead.

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I’ve written a lot of poems lately. This one is dedicated to the people who deserves better from others.

Unfair Disadvantage

The best of us
Given to the ones
Before us
Given to the ones
Who pushed us
Against a wall
And now us
Given no choice
We give less.

You might say it’s okay
But I can see the light of day
It’s not as bright
as it used to be.

To try and make it right
After making it wrong for so long
How can you go back?
How can you restitute trust and honesty?

The ones after this
Will have an unfair disadvantage
The burden of our emotional baggage
Our pseudo love and short string of caring.

What was bent and broken,
How can you go making it okay again?
When the cracks are still visible
And the needle still stings
Is there such a thing as forgiveness?
For one and for others
Is there such a thing as to let go?
And if so if there’s a way
To go back and feel okay again
Without a hint or a reminder
Of how bad it used to it
To consequences of repeating it
The fear and the wall up
Are we ever to believe?
Are we to restitute that trust?
In ourselves and in others.

The ones that come next
Will have an unfair disadvantage
The burden of our emotional baggage
Our pseudo love and short string of caring.

It has been years since I have written anything like this. Yesterday after almost a decade I wrote this. It’s inspired on the songs I used to write when I was in a band years ago.

Artwork

Don’t think about the past
Don’t think about the future
Just enjoy the right here, right now
Cause you only live once and pain is sending remote control missiles
So sail away, my dear friend
Set your ship to new horizons
No worries, you’ll eventually find dry land
Yes, one day you will find a place to spear your flag and call your own.

So when did life become so complicated?
The day you decided to read between the lines
How much time in this lifespan have you dedicated?
I think it’s time to let those silly lines blur.

Don’t think about what they’ll say
They will speak no matter what
Just enjoy the chance you’ve been blessed with
Cause every once a while the bite in the ass will be at the corner waiting
So walk away, my dear friend
This war has become a thing of legends
No worries, you’ll find a way right through it
Yes, one day they’ll tell the story about how you overcame every challenge.

So when did life become so convoluted?
The day you decided it wasn’t enough to be satisfied
How much of your breath in passing things you think you’ve wasted?
I think is way past time to feel mystified.

Cut the shackles while the warden is sleeping
You can get far away if you start running now
The lock is unlocked and the gates are wide open
No laws of restriction can bound you down now.

So when did your life become so damn difficult?
The day you decided to raise the stakes and not take them on
How much of your energy you think will be left before you resolve?
I say let the damn fears for the wolves to choke on.

…Then You Die

Haunted and searching for escape
Like the ones who came before him
On this never ending twisted maze
Only the loneliness is what embraces
Ghostly voices passing by
He thinks he can capture one of them
And then turn it into life
It’s a make-do remediate
Something to seize his attention for awhile
As he goes back feeling left to die.

Oh all of the words that one could say
It feels like one is delaying the inevitable
Oh let the poor man rest, to pass away
No one is gonna miss what was invisible.

Trembling and with nothing much to do
All the circumstances have come full circle
Oh this never ending torturing dementia
To wait for the ones who won’t ever return
Familiar faces pass him by
But they’re not the ones he thinks they are
What cruel joke to the heart
To be trapped in your own broken mind
As the lines up ahead begin to blur
A smile to disguise all that makes him hurt.

Oh all the things that one wish could say
It feels like one is trying to save what one can’t
Oh let the tired man sway, to take a break
Nobody is gonna remember what they just neglected.

He feels like he can touch the air
But it’s just vapor floating around
They’re all gone, the ones that did care
As he gives his last breath and falls to the ground.

Good night and good bye, kind sir
Who but the ones who’re still alive will try to reminisce?
Until our very own lines begin to blur
And then too be taken away by that very callous essence.

Blissed

She likes the song because of the rhythm
She likes the song because of the beat
Because she can get lost and not feel a thing
Because she can get high and go on floating.

But when the song ends
Her problems will be there waiting for her
Will she put the song on repeat?
And if she does, will she keep doing it forever?

I’ll be there, when you need me
I’ll be there, when you cannot go anywhere
I’ll be here, ‘cause I know you need me
‘cause I know you don’t have anyone else.

He likes the song because of the lyrics
He likes the song because it’s somber
Because he can get lost in his inner darkness
Because he can befriend the demons within.

But when the song ends
His problems will be there waiting for him
Will he put the song on repeat?
And if he does, will he do that never ending?

I’ll be there, when you need me
I’ll be there, when you cannot go anywhere
I’ll be here, ‘cause I know you need me
‘cause I know you don’t have anyone else.

I’ll be driving you to be negligent
I’ll be driving you to hurt yourself
But you don’t care, ‘cause you’re indifferent
To a window of happiness, you’re really not sure.

I’ll be there, when you need me
I’ll be there, when you cannot go anywhere
I’ll be here, ‘cause I know you need me
‘cause I know you don’t have anyone else.

‘Cause I know you don’t have anyone else
Yes, I know, that you don’t have anyone else.

More Amanda White…

Mr. Uncertain

Her body is so seductive
Must be the color of her skin
It could be ‘cause she’s foreign
Must be something about her being in her teenage years.

I guess you must be a very tired man
After all the work you’ve done trying to get noticed
Serving your heart with both hands
There’s something sad about your heedless presence.

Do you need a ride somewhere?
Do you want me to call someone for you?
Middle-aged, and here you’re wandering
Don’t you think that your wife is missing you?

Her smile is so embracing
Must be the shape of her lips
It could be ‘cause she’s amicable
Must be something about her never having a father figure.

You must be a very confused individual
To be around places like this, so late in the night
Looking for something that seems misplaced
Is it a crime for someone to want to feel young again?

Do you need to talk about it?
Do you have anyone who can help you out?
Middle-aged, and here you’re wandering
Don’t you think that your family’s worried by now?

Sarah stares at him with her face of disgust
Ruby tries to be understanding and cordial
Mr. Uncertain begins to weep on the sidewalk
But no one comes forward to comfort him.

What are the roads that lead us to this path?
What are the reasons for ending up right here?
Are we sure that is real all that we perceive?
Or has this become another misconception?

Too many lives wasted too young to depression and suicide. I contemplated in my pain and wrote this. This is dedicated to my father, mother, brothers, sister, my ex wife, my children and some of my friends. It’s not supposed to rhyme or be super smart, just smeared my feelings all over it.


(The image is NOT made by me)

Swallowing Dark Hole of Solitude

You speak better with silence
I speak better with silence
But please tell me what’s wrong?
I need to know what’s wrong?

I can see you in your corner silent
You can see me in my corner silent
There’s something wrong with you
There’s something wrong with me.

But words they escape us
They cannot truly capture the feeling
Broken at times, lonely at others.

Maybe you just need to cry
Maybe I just need a hug
Maybe, maybe, maybe…
But we don’t see that, at all.

I just saw you crying
I couldn’t deal with it
I’m holding my tears in
Hiding myself from crying
I don’t want you to see this.

Make a joke to shake the hurt
Yell instead of breaking down
Apathetic and numb
I’m so sorry and so alone.

I heard the news the other day
They took their own lives way too young
I wish I could be dead instead at times
But then I think about suffering I’d be causing

Is there a way out?
God? Love? Money?
I know we cannot be hurting like this forever
In our silence we speak amounts.

Speak to me
I wish to know
I too, myself
At times, feel alone.