Ryan Galloway

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Can you seriously not see what you are doing to me
I'm looking at you like you hung the moon
Yet it doesn't seem to faze you
I am choking on the butterflies that have outgrown my stomach
And yet you still look at me with those unwavering eyes
Oh those eyes
How they destroy me
I am left to romanticize these ideas you planted
Each growing into a beautiful flower in its own right
Words are flowing from my mouth yet I have no hold on them
For my mind is a little pre-occupied
Questioning those eyes
That still have a hold
On my panicking soul
I am afraid that I have found myself
Falling head over heels

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Hope in the Pain

Woe to the heart of the fallen man
Trying to pull himself up again
****** and bruised
He can't stand to lose
The eye of the Samaritan

There is hope in his outstretched hand
To calm the fears beaten in by the land
To dry the tears
Of the torturing years
And heal the wounds of the man

The scars reach down to the bone
The pain of a life lived alone
Laid out by
The tiring fight
He cries out in an agonized moan

There comes a force unknown
That lifts the man to his throne
On his trembling knees
By the mercy seat
The man is no longer alone

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Maybe a poem

How do you start a poem
I've never quite understood
Should you slap the reader with a shout
I mean that literarily (don't actually slap someone)
Or tap them on the shoulder with kind words to get their attention
Should the lines rhyme
Or stand haphazard as confused thoughts
( I sure hope it's the latter)
Does it need a strong moral message
Or can it be random rambling
( again, hopefully the latter)
Is it meant to be free
Or ordered to fit a certain need
In the end I don't know if this is a poem
But it is what I meant for it to be

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Odd

How can you cause such confusion in me
I mean this situation isn't unique
But then again maybe it is
What I mean is that it's not odd
For me to fall
With the gentle push
Of the possibility of hidden intentions
For me to read into a simple sentence
As if it was a grand romantic epic
Highlighting the points at which your voice rises and falls
And how that illustrates your undoubtable interest in me
That is enough to send my mind into motion
Writing the novel of our lives together
But I end up pleading for the lines on the page to come to life
And play out in front of my eyes
Yet they never do
And I realize I never really wanted them to
But here is the oddity with you
My mind is quiet
As if anticipating the first sentence of a beautiful story
Its not filling the spaces with fiction
To satisfy the hungers of my heart
It is waiting in contentment for the wonder
Of what it knows is to come
So now I will wait
Wait for the door to open
Wait for that first sentence to start
For the racing of my tiring heart
This is why I am so confused
That all of this odd waiting is for you

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Only You

Only you can weave a tale that sings of beauty
Order words into sentences that preach their own worth
Yell into the chasm of time
To have the words reverberate and multiply
Into a symphony
Each voice uniquely intoned to appeal to a different ear

Only you can find strength in humility
Rule a city from the bottom of society
Love the one who strikes you
Be the king of a fallen people
And still wash their feet
Only you can lower yourself far enough to reach
The broken heart of a man

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Quiet

The silence is deafening
I fear it as one fears the dark
The emptiness
The lifelessness of the unknown
It awakens in me a desire
To fill the spaces
To yell and break the curse
But somehow I know that would make it worse
I want to send a melody into the dark
But it has a hand on my throat
And it silences me

Ryan Galloway Apr 2014

Evening

The light is playing against the window to my back
I feel the comforting warmth curling across me
With the shadows of the falling leaves silently and subtly dispersing the lingering sun
The somber orange hues flood the sky as the world is slowly settling down
As a tired child will lay his head gently on the pillow
It brings the calmness of nostalgia
It quiets the soul
This is the uniting point
Every day brings it's own unique struggles and new things that bring a smile to our lips
But no matter what that Sun will set the same as it arose
And let the world rest