Biography of Will Ranney
Will Ranney Poems
in the land that we are king; we wear marijuana crowns, and blunt smoke fills the air, we wake up and bake up
The Bad Luck Bracelet
Obscurity. Haze of darkness presses in every point of the rose He is alone, he is lost, and fear is eating away at this man’s focus Fading, her voice slips away from his memory and he tries so. grabbing handfuls of sand
So they spit judgment at you because you like to tease friends have an end before they cut down your knees first attempt makes you angry then you transgress, thinking happy thoughts
I step through shadow, weave amongst the trees watch for the rock behind it are a thousand bees and I've never seen a fat boy run so fast helpless, sprinting, screaming, as though maimed in
every bad dream you ever have this woman's been in undressing, caressing, easing you into sin the noise of her voice is hollow but you wish that the yearning was true
o fortune, I am the moon, pray come with me now or see me forever; alone. a thousand stars blanket me
Low Beams/High Beams
low beams and high beams both the same light reveals different distances cuts through the same night
mistaken 'i kinda felt bad' thats the words what he said now the same shit goes down, a blank screen fills my head
o fortune, I am the moon,
pray come with me now or see me forever; alone.
a thousand stars blanket me
but the sky is full of holes, and i am cold.
my cheek is blue and I cry out in the night.
listeners will never hear.
Many watch me when it gets dark,