“she is gods best work and the devils best friend”
— Ryan Aiden Delehanty (via wnq-writers) Rad
“she is gods best work and the devils best friend”
— Ryan Aiden Delehanty (via wnq-writers) Rad
Nodd squad
rad
put a mirror in my coffin so i can see peace
rad
im fine,
but poor me another drink?
Cuz i do like to unwind sometimes
but seriously, i’m fine.
nah,
grab the brown bottle
i don’t drink wine.
I don’t drink often nah only
from time to time,
like 6am to pm 9
it helps the back pain and heart aches.
But what ?
what does it take ? shit at least 80 proof
till i’m standing on the roof ready to jump howling at the moon
arms spread like a hawk
touch down in a dirt bed the corn stalk
do you hear it? the world talks
talks
when i sit and i walk
so poor me another drink
so i cant hear so i cant think
till i stumble and fall
wake up one day and remember it all
till the day of the future time
poor me another drink, till my arms spread like a hawk
cuz for now i’m fine
rad
Her pale beauty, treated me with cruelty because i was just another blurred face, that swept by fluently, i was trying to grab a rose, but got a fist full of thorns, tried to sail and endless sea but got caught in the storm, shes beyond every painting, every song and art form, showing her beauty through words something i cannot transform, how badly i want her though i know it cant be i want my rose, and to raise my sails send me back out to sea, i cannot blame her because she knows not her beauty, loving from a far, i pleasurably endure my cruelty
@ryan136 (via zodiacsociety)
I grew up round drug dealers thieves and addicts
half our fathers locked up
the other half are in caskets now we all grown up and we fell to their habits now billy’s behind bars and nick is eaten by maggots
rad
overdose
blood runs from his nose to his chin
not a red blood, but a cloudy white mix
he manages to mumble as he leans and goes limp
tha darkness surpunds and slowly gets cold
his skin no more warmth , his heart no more soul
a few hours later, a knock at the door
his mother walks and johns on the floor
never thought it could hapen always said no not me
now john lies in a casket
buried 6 feet deep
(via ryan136)
Don’t ever feel the need to write , for when you don’t the words of the world fill your page of a mind
@ryan136 (via poetpastry)
