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Another poem/song by Ryan Lyandree. This could be considered the prequel, or sequel to “The Resolution

The Invisible

Hey! Hello!
I hope you’re up there
I’m here wandering
I’m here lost again.

Without a map to guide me
And the stars have gone berserk
Where’s north? Where’s forward?
I’m going in circles once again.

Hey! Hello!
Are you really listening?
This one way conversation
Only with myself.

Without a compass to direct me
All the stars have gone berserk
Where’s north? Where’s forward?
I’m going in circles once again.

Hey! Hello!
Am I alone in here?
Talking to the invisible
Hoping it’ll come to my aid.

(Maybe it has been waiting for me…)
(Maybe this was the reason all along…)

Maybe if I take the step
Maybe if I take the leap…

Could it be…
That the Invisible can help me out?
To find myself
In its arms and in its grace?

Could it be…
That the Invisible is willing to aid me?
Embrace me at last
In its heart and in its place?

Maybe if I take the step
Maybe if I take the leap…

Take my hand
And lead me there
My old friend
My light, my counselor.

Unbeknown to me
The Invisible, always, awaiting
Through all of this time
For me to call upon.

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Another poem/song by “Ryan Lyandree”

The Wounded

Obsessed
Obsessed with it all
With the destruction
And the restoration.

Fixated my eyes and my thoughts
And my heart on the malice
And the harmony and the grudge
And the ever lack of redemption
Through the darkness
Through the hollow, the gap
The cul-de-sac
All the way back to the beginning.

Questioning my own reasoning
My endless naivetés
The absorption of my compassion
The extinction of my own self.

And through the wounded
I find myself
I find the hatred for myself
I find the stupidity, and simplicity
Of how a human being
Sabotages itself
Dismantles itself
And tries to redeem itself
By giving the love
That it doesn’t feel for itself
To others
And all this
Till the point it cannot no longer
Forgive itself
No matter what.

Not at all
Not one bit
Over and over again
The guilt takes over.

Obsessed
Obsessed with it all
With the oblivion
And the instauration.

Fixated my eyes and my thoughts
And my heart on the umbrage
And the tranquility and the ire
And the ever lack of atonement
Through the shadows
Through the idle, the void
The dead end
All the way back to the beginning.

And through the wounded
I’ve found myself
I find the love for myself
I find the stupidity, and simplicity
Of being a human being.

That Muscle Called the Heart

So the ghost of the face of you stood frozen in my screen
It’s the most beautiful and heart-breaking thing I’ve ever seen
My fingertips try to feel your life, but they can never reach
I imagine where you are, maybe out there in the mall or enjoying the sun in the beach.

This road here is leading nowhere, I’m stuck in the same place
When I first came I promised my love I’d overcome all this pain
Now I feel like I’m at the end of my rope, the end of this race
And I never amounted to anything, and I have nobody else to blame.

So when will, if ever, this show finally close its curtains?
I’ve exposed my life to the point that everyone knows a piece of me
Don’t you know I want to run and be like it was in the beginning?
With the innocence, and a smile and the hope that everything will fix itself.

So the ghost of the face of you stood frozen in my screen
Reminding everything I’ve lost, and how lost I have been
My fingertips try to feel your life, but they can never reach
I wish I could be for you a good example, but the distance won’t allow me to teach.

You’ll only know what they’ve told you about me
The only person that you’ll have missing in your life
Oh, my children, you don’t know much I wish to have you here with me
But instead I have to confront this endless loop of strife.

Foretaste
(Written on July 15, 2016)

And so it came like a ray of light straight from the skies
And so it likes you like nobody else and you ask yourself why
And so you open up cause you seem to like what it offers
Why does everything end up like this, and one again suffers?

And so this might be it, this might be the chance to get lucky
And so you give all that you have to give, and it seems alright
And so the stars are brighter than usual, cause you feel ecstatic
But then things turn around, day turn to night, shutting off the lights.

And so the pieces, they’re being put together, one by one
Cause now you smile like you haven’t done in so many years
And so you begin to realize that this might that someone
Until that something starts to break apart and bring up tears.

What is wrong with me, that everyone in this life seems to leave?
Is it something I’ve said? Is it something I did? Why does this always happen?
And so I stare at the sky, and ask in a prayer, as I struggle to believe
Am I just a waste of time? Why won’t anyone care? Why can’t I be happy?

Cause you don’t need the forecast of a foretaste
When all that you want’s the real deal that comes together
And you don’t want to think about what you’ve wasted
Waiting for someone, waiting for something forever.

Another poem by fictional character Alexander Silver

Celestial Bodies

I was a star in your sky
When did the night become so dark?
I was a spark in your eye
When did a stone replace your heart?

I was born to love you
You were born to reject me
But there was that moment
That twilight that time shifted.

I was the X in your map
When did you give up finding treasures?
I was the link amid the gap
When did you start burning bridges?

I was born to adore you
You were born to think less of me
But there was a moment
That twilight that time shifted

We are celestial bodies
I am the sun and you’re the moon
And when you wane and wax
I can rest calmly in your arms.

We are two celestial bodies
Me, as the sun, you, as the moon
And when we come together
Our light shines so bright
That it blinds the Earth.

I was born to be with you
I am certain you were born to be with me
Let’s be civil, let’s be nautical, let’s be astronomical
Yes, let’s our bodies merge into an Eclipse.

‘Cause I don’t want to live without you…

For Every Time I’ve Lost You

Get me out of this misery
Cause I don’t wish to live without you
Cause everywhere that I look
I see the illusion of you.

What to do with the feelings you’re feeling?
When they used to be pure and carefree?
What to do now that the clouds have become grey?
What to do with this hurt that I feel every day?

Get me out of this misery
Cause I don’t wish to live like this anymore
Cause everything that I do
Is to be thinking of you.

Gray clouds gather, raining down on my face
And I don’t know what to do with all this space
Prepare myself to move on or fail in the process
How, when our lives used to be so full of roses?

This is a picture I drew and painted

Phronemophobic Girl

“Come sit next to me
And tell me a bedtime story
One that helps me sleep, serenely
Spare the gory details
I don’t want it to be scary
You know, some ghosts
They tend to haunt me permanently.

Cause when tomorrow comes
And you walk out that door
Then I’ll be here all alone
Sitting on the floor, waiting by the phone
Cause when I’m left alone
I’m left alone with all my fears
And I try to keep, I try to stay strong
But some of these monsters become real.

So when you arrive from work
Will you be ready to hear me out?
When you come in through that door
Will you be willing to hold me still?

If I tell you all of my feelings
Would you be willing to listen?
If I tell you all how it was
Would you help me deal with them?

Maybe together we’ll find the cause.

I know it’s best not to speak of this at dinner
Or while you’re kicking off your shoes and stretching out
Do you think we could address it, maybe after?
There a few things I wish we could talk about.

Do you think you can? Would you be able?
Or would it be best not to speak about at all?
Would it be good just to keep it under the table?
And like scraps of our lives feed them to the dogs.

If I tell you how I am feeling
Would you be willing to listen?
If I tell you all how it was
Would you help me deal with them?

Maybe together we’ll find the cause.

Cause when I open up
I’m left with these tangling pieces
The shell I wear begins to erupt
And the fear in me increases.

So when you come to bed with me
And start reading me that story
Spare the parts that might seem scary
They might haunt me permanently.

Cause after tomorrow
When you walk out that door
To drive off to your work
I’ll be here all alone
With all these shadowy crippling fears
And though I’m trying to keep strong
Some of these monsters become real.”