Ryan Frenrey Poems

Alone with the wind in my eyes
Water to my knees
Sinking and sinking
Catching my breath
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The other high, sugar high
Taste bud’s, in the sky
Glucose, floods the veins
Overcrowded, colliding lanes
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I feel feelings people never feel
Things people never seen, things that used to be real

Look through these eyes
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As if I glided into a state of nothing
A place where there is no sun and I place where I cast no shadow
My soul confined within my inner body unable to escape; unable to breath
This state of nothing is not physical, possibly mental, but no doubt devastating
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It’s so sickly how diluted your mind can be
When one acquires an infatuation of love
How one just hunger’s to be in the presence of another
An insanity of waiting in a purgatory of stand still excitement
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The excruciating pain of a thorn
Slitting its point till the bones left torn
Ripping apart flesh that’s left in scripted
Painting pictures of lonesome scenes depicted
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They tell us what is right
They tell us what is wrong
They show us heaven and hell
And tell us where we belong
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Looks and feelings set aside
We are all together in this every quickening sickening ride
No need to keep it all inside
For it is all in ourselves where we tend to confide
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Charcoal mascara drips down innocent eyes
Melting in pools of tears
Flooding atop a one way road
Diving into fear
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Red rose peddles
Floating in puddles
Stained with a bloody dye
Filled with tears of those who cried
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