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Ryan Lyandree

Aegean Chain

This ship has sailed way into the water
afar from the shores, lost at the middle
caught in the storm of our inner turmoil
Our north is no longer drawn in our maps

Anger fights at our voice of consciousness
We cannot accept our utter defeat
Pride is the crown that sits on our heads
Astray in our lack of self-realization.

Unless we give the wheel
To someone who can really guide us
We’ll always go in circles
We’ll sink like a rock onto the bottom.

This journey has left us dizzy and weary
Far from home, from our destination
Caught in a mindset of wrong retorts
Our arrogance weights more than our lives.

Overconfident in our own fixative ways
We cannot accept our lack of cognizance
Stubbornness is the lever that pulls us down
Awry is the road leading us out.

Unless we give the wheel
To someone who can really guide us
We’ll always go in circles
We’ll sink like a rock onto the bottom.

If you feel like an island
Find yourself one of your own
Like an archipelago
Always close to one another.


Singular Purpose

Dimwits own the world
Damn the day they were given a voice
Dumbfucks rule it all
Damn the day they were given a choice.

“So much potential wasted
Contained in my low self-worth”
She says to me with tears on her eyes

I’m self-destructive
My arrogance is brutally honest
Fuck the god in all of us!
As useless as the one above this world.

My agnostic thoughts contrast my belief
How can I be another stupid atheist?
This knowledge cannot fill the gap in my soul
I’m feeling the fragility of being a human.

Share my story in order to gain wealth
Make me useful, sell my soul to y’all
I don’t care, take it, just take it all
Free me from this excessive freedom/boredom!

I cannot find my singular purpose
To rape all of you with my every lie
Come, come out and give me the choice
Maybe I need to feed the shadow inside.

To make peace with the demons that lurk
And accept the things I cannot change
I’d be bending spoons, but all I have is a fork
Which I use to stab the nerves in my brain.


Posted: September 1, 2016 in Artsy Poetry, Enigmatic Poetry
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Magnus Fantasia
Element of Opus Gracie
Paces of Andante
Drench in Avant-Garde.

Sirens dreaming of dry land
As they swim in the deep blue sea
At night, sailing to distant ships
Singing; “s’il vous plait, marin, prends ma main”

Natura Epiphyllum
In Tempo Moderato
A Flos de Roseus
In Adagio to Grave.

Titans slumber in the mountains
As they dream in their deep ethereal sleep
At times, it seems like they’re waking
Screaming; “πεινάω, θέλω να φάνε”

Wrote this last night. Felt the muse in me.

Nautical Voyage

One more star passes us by
In the galaxy of our dreams
Where we sleep in sparks
And we fall like meteorites.

Into the atmosphere
From the big black gap
Grabbed by the magnetic field
Pulled in by gravity.

What once lied above
Now cries bellow
On the dark side of love
Is where you find fear.

There in the mud
Where the tears of the clouds
Meet the bottom ground
And the roots bestowed upon.

We were once satellites
Orbiting around the sun
Two celestial bodies
That dreamt about earth.

We were snow flakes
In the winter storm
We would hug nature
And never let go.

What once lied in us
Now hides under
From the dark inside of clouds
It rains and thunders.

There in the muck
Where two figures take shape
Down on the bottom ground
Where the roots are bestowed upon.

The green and the brown
Paints such a magical color
Like fruits that are grown
With an intrinsical flavor.

On this, our nautical voyage
We go through these asteroid rings
Across the torrents of space debris
We’ve survived the geomagnetic disturbance
And now we find ourselves safe and appease.

We are not ordinary chondrites
We are cosmic jewels carved by Father Sky
We are children brought in by Gaia
To live off of this planet’s elemental nuclei.

This is inspired on a fictional character I’m thinking to write a novel about. I based the character on people I met back when I was younger.


You’re so damaged
That means I love you
I must be attracted to you
Cause the coarseness in me
Needs, wants, desires
To shed a tear
To share a smile
To make sick jokes
About touchy subjects.

You are so cool
Such a twisted sense of humor
Let’s drink wine all night
Cast spirits from our Ouija boards
Call 911
Prank them
Then burn down this
Fucking house
With everything and everyone in it.

We are so disrupted
So corrupted
But is it our fault?
Or is our parents’?

Let’s do something crazy
Like snort some coke
And dye our hair in green
Then drive all night
A hundred miles
Passing lights
Against the transit.

Let’s rob a store
Let’s flip a cop
Jump off a bridge
With rocks tied to our bodies.

Let’s express our ODD
You and me
Break the chains
Of these constricted restrictions.

Oh, dear my,
We have no time to be sorry
Here the doors of hell awaits us
Or of purgatory’s
Whatever is found
On the other side
Of our corrosive decisions
And our need to destroy it all.

We are so disrupted
So effing corrupted
But is it our fault?
Or is our parents’?

Let’s express our ODD
You and me
Bring the walls down
Of this constricted confinement.


After drawing the pic above I was inspired to write the following poem. I’ve read so much in my life that at times I feel it’d be a waste not to share some things.

The Significance of Knowing

To keep them from understanding
You know he spoke in riddles
To keep them from capsizing
You know he stood in the middle
And if you don’t know the answer
Is because you don’t deserve it
Sick of being labeled a monster
Because I can read between it.

Hey, Lucas, why don’t you enlighten some of us?
They really need a hand
They really need your help
You better refer them to Paul
They need a corner stone
They need a corner stone desperately.

He invited me into the darkness
Because he knew I would see
He injected in me all this sadness
Because he knew I would be
What there was necessary to be
At the time no one would see
Your devil wears a halo
My god bled for us all.

Hey, Matthew, why don’t come pick all your lovers?
They really need understanding
They really need to see
You better refer them to Joel
They need some uplifting
They need a motivational speaker.

Women, they did gather
To mourn their master
Were where the men in all this?
They hid away after they slept through.

Eliah, I don’t think they’ve been calling your name
But the one who gives significance to your existence.

If there’s no interpreter
Then there’s no meaning to what’s being said
Here surrounded by pretenders
They think they know the reason why we all end up dead.

Dreadful Inner Distress

Who am I today?
I’ll be who you want me to be
As long as we don’t fight baby
No, as long as you don’t leave
I’ll be all encyclopedic
If all you need is to read
I’ll be all organic
If all you need is to eat.

Who I’ll be today?
I hate every version of me
Like my father used to tell me
“You’re very precious, baby”
Oh, daddy, why didn’t you teach me better?
Teach me the difference
Between this me and that me
And every other me.

Who am I today?
Am I my boyfriend’s lover?
Or another’s lover?
Or the waste that nobody wants to touch?
Come tell me
Who do you need me to be?
Isn’t my body seductive…
When you want to have sex with me?

Who should I be today?
A strong independent woman?
Or a foolish slut in need?
You know I too have desires
You know I too have dreams
I too drown in my own tears
When I cannot find a way to sleep…
So what of it?
Who should I be?

Anyone I am
Is it enough for anyone?
Anything I do
Is it enough? Is it though?

I can be all encyclopedic
If you need is to read
I can be all organic
If what you need is to eat
I’ll be your queen
I’ll be you whore
I’ll be what you wish
Just hold me close
And never let go
Never let go
No, no, never let go…