Biography of Ryan Holmes
I'm a senior at my highschool. I've been writing since around Febuary of 2005, and have been writing poetry specifically since early summer of 2005. So if what I write to you seems a bit, immature, bad, ill quality, give me time, I'm semi new to this. Most have what I have up so far are chosen earlier pieces of me up until October of last year, I've not dated them yet, I'm thinking about it. I'll get newer works up soon I think.
Ryan Holmes Poems
Is Love Worth It
Is love worth it Is it worth the time you spend being alone Is it worth the tears you cry Is it worth the pain you hide
Azure Eyed Angel
My azure eyed angel With her I’m so vulnerable And for once, I do not care As long as she is near
I walk along this dusty road, I’ve contemplated love and life, These thoughts are getting hard to bode I need an end to this damn strife
Ethereal tears roll down my face I'm sorrowful, yet there's no trace Of agony, yet in my eyes There's no deceit, I cannot lie
A massacre within my mind This wound leaves me no time to bide The blood, it flows like crimson tears As I am slain, I see you leer
He has these thoughts, terror stricken I don't know what to make of him People will not just let him be They talk to him, yet cannot see
Don't leave me here, Standing alone Won't voice my fear, I'm too stubborn I'll cry tonight when you are gone These tears of fright, my sorrow's sewn
Vent The Flame
A happy face is painted on The sorrow stricken tears are gone It's just my thoughts that betry me Thoughts you can't hear, thoughts you can't see
Deafening Noise nobody hears These voices take shape to my fear Open my eyes, yet see no light There are no enemies to fight
Is This Right Or Wrong
The devil’s tongue is swelled with lies Yet still I take heed to his song So soothing is his lullaby Confusing, is this right or wrong?
Tormented life, will never speak Of tragedy, I always keep Torture myself with greedy lies I pray for death, in my warped mind
My Fatal Wound
I die today, I wish I may, Gain strength to say, My ashamed truth.
Flooded With Mistakes
I don’t sleep at night anymore. I just lie there, thinking of her. Lost opportunity, closed doors. What ever you call it, it hurts.
Every Tear That's Mine
You've given me a great friendship You've been there for me and much more That's why I shut my lonely lips And never say my love is yours
You left the noose for me,
Leaving me with thoughts of sorrow.
I step up to it, all the while thinking of you,
Your face, your smile, your cold hatred.
I almost fall, ready to end it all,
Yet I think back, before you crossed my path,
And crossed my heart, and I step down,
Pondering, hoping that I can retrieve my past,