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Ryan Stoutenburgh Poem
I thought of dying and dying young
Set the funeral up for dawn
Vultures flying around my brain
Trying to pry out what it may contain
A couple memories of who I was
Then turn to dirt and turn to dust
Watch the rain wash the rest away
Life you know just goes and goes
Those few mistakes that took their hold of
Every after thought you had
A calendar you can't turn back
As I let time brittle my bones
I'll see no king upon his throne
And one by one you take your leave
A sinking feeling on repeat.
Copyright © Ryan Stoutenburgh | Year Posted 2015
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Ryan Stoutenburgh Poem
"We Will Talk Now"
I know you would rather go and try to figure out how long is living too long.
There’s something wrong here, it’s just a little bit unclear. Why there has got to be so much we can’t quite fix dear.
I bet you get scared. This is a nightmare. This is the last thing in the world you wanted to hear.
So strange that we would rarely talk, separated by one wall was like a world apart.
That night we were drawn like flies, how we couldn’t say goodbye was like a subtle way the world would let us know all things will change.
I would replace if I could, the creativity we gave to research.
Though it’s not easy thinking vibrantly when others say, this happens for a reason.
It’s a long way now. Far from an ideal town, but know that it will get better some how.
Memory you try to file away, but never seems to stay where you’d want it to stay. Despite the endless ways you try to stretch the canvas clean, the colors laid in thick, a swirl of shades that clash and make...
Constant glares that will wear your heart thin, so lie down and close your eyes.
If it were simple, I’d erase this without a second thought.
So strange that we would rarely talk, separated by one wall was like a world apart.
That night we were drawn like flies, how we couldn’t say goodbyes was like a subtle way the world would let us know all things will change.
Copyright © Ryan Stoutenburgh | Year Posted 2015
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Ryan Stoutenburgh Poem
All those problems can't be solved with iron hands and
There's no pace in that marathon that's leading you out West.
Have you found an ardent way to hold that desert sand?
Will you be coming around this way again?
Wheres the tracing your using as a map?
You never fill in the blanks.
Once thought your life was figured out but you've got that feeling back.
You've got to chase that sun or watch it crash.
It's been about a year since you last tore open your seems.
And quickly filled the empty space with others thoughts and dreams.
Does the higher view give a new perspective on how the worlds supposed to be?
A longing face is all that I can see.
Wheres the tracing your using as a map?
You never fill in the blanks.
Once thought your life was figured out but you've got that feeling back.
You've got to chase that sun or watch it crash.
I don't know what your looking for, but I've seen how fast you calmly closed your own doorway and left us all behind. I hope when you get there it feels right.
Wheres the tracing your using as a map?
You never fill in the blanks.
Once thought your life was figured out but you've got that feeling back.
You've got to chase that sun or watch it crash.
Copyright © Ryan Stoutenburgh | Year Posted 2015
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