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Best Poems Written by Ryan Hughes

Below are the all-time best Ryan Hughes poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Just Wondering

what will they see?
what will be remembered?
when you burst out 
into the open-
                            lit up and
                               Naked

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Fluids

Deep under subteranion covers where nowhere
lingers everywhere and the decrepit lights of man
die to the world 
Wrapped in rags-a masachistic christ plotting my 
crucifixtion born again and again washed in 
human guts-baptized by fire just a man naked
chasing the sun and moon unashamed loving all 
matter all consciousness all people authentic 
power of just deciding to be each second weirder
then before...strange needs coating the 
eyelashes no hope of existential immortality 
just a cold march to bloody loving shithood
heavens-these games we play-role of a urine
drenched prophet unknown dismissed dragged
down the executioners hole gorged on self
What are U?
Cracking open the bodily vault dispearsing 
terminal fluids 
Im a treacherous snake in the gardens of my 
sanctuary-man only is where no one can see
Out of tune songs rush up my spine in gruesome
melodic chaos-shoot up the messiha till the
streets are covered in all that physical temple
goo out of ghetto rope streets 
I hang in the hopeless nights

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Horror Throne

Withered alien skeleton man digging through 
the dumpsters for any kinda fix 
Nothing can fully dessimate the killing fields 
of memories from where you rose 
Nothing to do or be other then embrace the 
midnight of otherness that is at the very roots of 
awareness where self shimmers an odd theatrical 
stage of lit up play in the sorrows of having been
repititiously born too many roles to go on and 
much more to come where ice replaces blood 
and the body freezes in undercover storm rages 
where not a single person comprhends the full 
blown cancerous implications 
Such a history of shattered misconseptions
untouchable shadow puppett dreams beggar
kings upon boiling skinned bones a poisoned
stare darker then winters first touch of  night
not a thing can be done to silence the horror 
televised reality of our cultural traps on to
meaningless drive malformed by backwards
clocks and odd screams

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Torture of the Merry Go Round

Oddly enough over piles of exceuciating humid 
breathless nights 
            particularly that night 
Lost in wordless heights always stick in the riot
of perpetually never ending moments and 
movement ascending to decsend and repeat
as high and or low as all
bodily consciousnesss possibilities will allow
This finality of being this exist out of ever again
having to become

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Wtdrl

Shuddering on the hallway steps 
smoking far too many cigarettes
drug deprivied
withdrawling all sleep back under the bed
entering slowly the eye of the hurricane
still cursed
         with the agonizing after effects 
      that inescsapable 
sick shadow of a man reaching for a perpetualy 
shifting end

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Manifestation

Come get me
      when
consciousness stopa
     its slaughter 

With my crusty crinkled works stapled  to
my chest i will read them to you nad allow 
that storm to come out of us

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A Sick Escape

Awesome elixers 
Nether realm nectors 
Breath stripped bare of body 
A new resembalance to the body before birth
Death before the ever slow machined of decay
manifested in all-that haunts me as i sense it 
burried in black holes in the constant build up
human feces and debri
I am just the leftovers of me 
All i have ever been 
The ruined one 
The ever lost 
An urge to usurp self 
The movements beyond the hidden entrails 
Expose the vast gore that spawns worlds
Made a ghost in every action

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Midnights Doomed Kisses

Midnight came like doomed fates
And your eyes refused to see 
into your self
What coulda been 
So broken was the flesh
Not even a scream ever dared thunder forth
from perfect lips
too busy in a war of kisses

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Birth Is a Tomb

Leaping through hoops of fire looking for relief
Brearh sagging to the lowest depths where my
eyes can no longer see into the flesh but
begin the violent journey into catacomb halls 
where ghosts stamp my brow with cold kisses
in self fullfilling ruins-no light exists exists here
except the lights we give off in our own bodies
in our own tombs already since birth 
This home where we come to live so one day
we may prepare to die

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Sick Day Orbit

You shake it off
Puke it up
Try to keep moving to no avail 
We are gone today
Only ashes of our past left 
And not a single future could lessen our
desperation 
These days are filled with the horror of walking 
up
To be a human in orbit 
When all i is a blatant lie
IT all moves so quick