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AJ Ryan, 2 january 2012

A Bad Man Called Liquor

I awake slowly to see
A bad man called Liquor.
I look at him as he sits beside me,
And he makes me feel sicker.

I look at him and I feel
His sharp blade ends,
Stinging the nerves of my teeth
When I became his friend.

I look at him and I think
Of last night when he put me to sleep.
All I wanted was just one drink
But he made me fall, like stones, in a heap.

I look at him and I crack,
I stand to pick him up.
I say 'Dear Liquor, you're not coming back,
I've had just about enough.'

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AJ Ryan, 25 january 2012

Bad Day

An out-of-tune harmony
Embarassing sound in its entrirety

A shabby, dented car
Coughing for fuel

A sturdy stage floor turned into a trap door
As it collapses under innocent feet

A cold stone monument that
Topples like mature timber

A prancing deer, sipping spring water
Shot, blown dead

A tall scaffold
Crumbling like biscuits in hand

A fishing boat
Eaten up by a hungry wave

This is what my day is like

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AJ Ryan, 21 january 2012

Dear God

Dear God,

Are you up there?
This is another human alive on land.
I hope You realise for You I care,
Your Bible's caressed in my hand.

I have been careless and rude in the past,
Made my mistakes and blunders,
But I pray to You always, I see You as
Similar to the shining light that I'm under.

True, I have a cosy bed
And the living room fire burns and sparks,
But this recession kills personal warmth dead
And keeps this family surviving in the dark.

We have no night-vision goggles or torches,
Can't afford them on our own.
It's unwelcoming as turned-off lights on porches,
Knowing we have to fight all unknown.

I look at my family and then myself
And think 'Is there a future? '
I want to be fearless and calm instead
And composed like sharpshooters.

I want a future in the dumps a doubt,
I just never want to worry.
Every time I dream about
That Paradise, my vision's blurry.

Lord, I see You as food and drink,
My Saviour, my Friend.
Dear God, I count on You, please bring
This depression to an end.

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AJ Ryan, 18 january 2012

Like Toy Soldiers

You have some sort of gun
In your hands all the time.
You're always together as one,
Usually in a straight line.

The colours that you wear
Symbolise the filth
That makes your chats heat up like flairs,
Showing no remorse or guilt.

You believe everyone else are bowling pins,
Think you can knock them down without vain.
But you're as thick as your skin,
Don't have a brain.

You play your stupid game,
Shoot at each other's side.
Why would you bother going through this pain?
An answer's never been supplied.

For you, the days will never get older.
Because you gangsters will fall quick,
Like toy soldiers.

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AJ Ryan, 29 january 2012

The Black Leather Couch

The cold black leather
Glues to me as I
Sink in comfortably
Without a fight in my tired body.

All that enters the room
Just can't stagger to their feet,
Surrender to the noble
Furniture royalty.

It blends into the room
Like a shy bat in the shadow.

Years have passed...years.
Cracked wrinkles are now covering
It's shining skin,
But like an untamed
Sixty-Nine Mustang

It still does the job,
Oh boy it does.

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AJ Ryan, 23 january 2012

Clouds

A person so lifeless and crude,
With your grey colour comes greyer moods.
Go on clouds drift away
Because we meet you everyday,
As you suffocate warmth and clear blue.

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AJ Ryan, 21 january 2012

Nemesis

Clean shining blonde hair,
Eyes blue and bright like icebergs.
My future falling down the stairs,
His going high and skyward.

In the dictionary, defines
Confident and Charismatic.
The Saviour, the hero all the time.
Strolls in, makes the girls ecstatic.

Runs past me and the wind,
Fit, healthy and athletic.
Cute smile and cheeky grin,
In no way is he pathetic.

Dear money, dear cars
And a dearly fancy mansion.
Snooker table, basement bar
And wardrobe of Milan fashion.

Most futures around here are
The alleyway light that's dim.
All prays and wishes on a star
To be our nemesis, to be him.

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AJ Ryan, 5 may 2012

Faint

I'm fine, in the room...just fine.
But then black purples and greens flash.
If only I cluld stay conscious, stay fine,
But I become a wingless plane and crash.

I'm awake again, vertical staring faces
Block out the blinding lights.
That awkward moment of staring faces
And being asked "Are you alright?"

I leave the room mumbling curse after curse,
Helped by teachers smaller and stout.
I question this misfortune, this cruel curse,
And desiring that the day finishes out.

My face, coated in strong scarlet,
Is covered with a colour so sick and pale.
I'm ashamed, even my bones are scarlet
As my mind replays that epic fail.

Well that's another one tallied up,
Even in my youthful years.
The news is a virus, spreading down and up
Through walls, to satirical ears.

The bell rings, and I escape the prison,
Unnoticed and not chased after.
My mind's still in shock, caged like the prison,
And I can't wait for the laughter.

I'm like a shirt in a paintball fight,
Left with an unremovable stain.
It just has to happen to me, something I can't fight;
That awkward moment when I faint.

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AJ Ryan, 16 january 2012

On A Snowy Winter Day

The silence was so startling
As I walked on a snowy winter day.
The owl in his tree hooted partly,
But that was all nature had to say.

The thick foggy snow poured down and blinded my sight,
It painted every single outside solid white;
The endless grass and trees,
All the rugged cracked fences,
The empty roads and streets,
And them lonely park benches,
The frozen-over lakes,
The roofs of all houses,
Every jet black painted gate
And my brand new coat and trousers.

I imagine parents and kids playing in the snow,
Throwing snowballs making themselves some wings.
Although simple, it's like an entertainment show.
Imagine this is the fun frozen precipitation brings.

The blanket of snow is bitter,
But it wraps me up with happiness and warmth
Without a snowy winter,
I'm like paper, easily torn.

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AJ Ryan, 15 january 2012

That Fire on a Winter Night

Oh that fire on a winter night...
The hands swish and sway
Up the chimney, but leave behind
The heat of it, caressing
My skin with its fingertips,
Smothering the bitter draught dead.

It's a swarm of warmth,
The light of my night,
Comfort in day of discomfort...
Oh that fire on a winter night.

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