Read some of the stuff Ryan Had in the works

In your head, the clock is always ticking,

Everyone is watching,

And nothing is really safe.

I've failed before and I'll fail again.

Time works against me and it always has.

This time it will work; this time's different,

but what if I come in last?

Rehearsing the tragedies yet to come,

the losses and the pain...

If it's when, it's the same as my scared imagination.

Without being a Nihilist, without apathy,

I try to save the young and innocent and old and

scared and the weight on my shoulders won't

quit.

Untitled Prose (2019)

Every line of your smile

Your side-eyed wink

Through a lock of your hair

I hold my breath as you sing

For every hour that passes

And every dream that escapes

I still look for you there

You grip my hand like you missed me

Jump in - both feet like you trust me

You fall asleep as you've found me

Let's not waste this time or let it go

Time went by and binding ties loosened

Calendars lost meaning and clock stopped

ticking

Then you called me on the phone

I stop when your voice rings and listen

Baited breath on lithe angel wings

Silly thoughts, stories

And suddenly, I'm not alone

You ask me to speak and bleed

-I'm suddenly here