#ryanlowriesings

let live. a poem by @luciblackanima

Two mourning eyes dulled with the force of impending doom and the clouds stare, they stare down the abyss and wink at the sadness displayed in hard lines and fine lives -

taking pleasure in smacking lips, readying itself to kiss sullen pleasures of dark tomorrows;

Megan @mmr9212 wrote this and I sung it.

Dirty laundry

As I’m sitting outside tonight underneath an almost full moons light There’s a million stars in the sky with hardly any clouds obstructing my view The sound of frogs bellowing across the river fill my ears And the crickets playing their symphony My cigarettes burning down to the filter while the smoke hangs heavy in the air Hanging like that beautiful bright moon Which makes me wonder… if you’re seeing it too I wonder what your face would look like in the shadows of the moonlight What maybe it would feel like to lose myself in you under these stars To press my salty skin against yours on this hot summer night Passion like a meteor shower lighting up the skyline On fire until we disintegrate into one another The taste of you on my breath can you imagine … But I’m just out here stargazing

Ilunga 

written by  S. E. De Haven @sedehaven

She was once a wife, but he turned sour like wine, warm on a windowsill, to vinegar. He became poison, slick with slime and calling it

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“culture”.

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She was twice a wife, but he turned inward like an eye, lazy and wayward. He looked so far inside himself that the world fell like tumblestones–

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and her too.

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She was thrice a wife, but he blew away like the wind, invisible. Like sand, he sifted through her nimble fingers and into her eyes. She cried him out,

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out of her.

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She is no man’s wife. She is no man’s lover. She measures her days in cups of tea, and her weeks in books. Her home is quiet, like her heart, and she is

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Trickle in the flood (written by Jinx, sung by Ryan Lowrie)

Her heart was too big People’s minds too small For they couldn’t grasp Just how deep things cut

They see a trickle When in fact it’s a flood She’s drowning in herself The riptide in her heart

She tries to warn them Don’t open the gates But they assure her it’s ok That they want to swim

clamour of the divine

stand barefoot in the sand wait for the soaking tide, unfocus your eyes as the waves rise, peak, tip, and over the edge of retched and preaching, now is when you scream

—sustained and vulgar your voice unhaltered wail until everything sores as the water cavorts, swarms the cut on your foot unhook your lips from teeth bellow this unholy screech