stillstreet
strange
how two souls connect
can weave into each other
a tapestry of memory
songs and silhouettes
taste and touch
melt into one bleeding
ink sketch dripping with
salt water seared into
your thoughts until you breathe
your final breath
these two separate souls
heart beats stagger and split
flesh on flesh
scream sorrow as the cords
drop and fray
slow motion walk away
hollowness left where this
once intimate creature held
you close is now nothing but a
stranger.
debbyryan

…and anyway we waved.
No shoes.
No angry doors.
We folded clothes
and went our separate ways.
You left behind
that flannel shirt of yours I liked
but remembered to take
your toothbrush.
Where are you tonight?”


“Okay, we didn’t work,
and all memories
to tell you the truth
aren’t good.
But sometimes
there were good times.
Love was good.
I loved your crooked sleep
beside me and never dreamed afraid.

There should be stars
for great wars
like ours.
There ought to be awards
and plenty of champagne
for the survivors.

After all the years of degradations,
the several holidays of failure,
there should be something
to commemorate the pain.”


“Maybe in this season,
drunk and sentimental,
I’m willing to admit a part of me,
crazed and kamikaze,
ripe for anarchy,
loves still.

Sandra Cisneros (via debbyryan)
debbyryan

antigxne asked:

You "ask a question" thing was "tell me about it:" a minute ago. I know because I keep scrapping attempts at what I want to say, even if you don't read these. I think mostly what I wanted to say was that I really admire your taste, in fashion and authors and artists and friends. Your personality as a whole seems like an oxymoron: you're poetic and that makes you a daydreamer, but you still seem so grounded. It's really incredible, and I think that's part of what makes you seem so charismatic.

debbyryan answered:

you are a lovely and insightful being. thank you for the gift of your eyes

debbyryan

thisismysongforyou asked:

It's 2:30 and I'm sad and you're the unfortunate recipient of my thoughts, because you showed up and you're always so good with words and you're someone I admire. But right now, I am so unhappy with myself and I feel so mediocre, and I'm in this place where I can't stop thinking about this guy I've liked forever that doesn't know I like him or maybe he figured it out and doesn't like me in return, but I've never told him, and I can't. And the fact that I've never been liked by anyone.

debbyryan answered:

fall in love with yourself.
maybe people haven’t had the chance to be captivated soul because you’ve been busy constructing it.
just because someone kisses them doesn’t mean they like them. and just because a person hasn’t kissed you doesn’t mean you aren’t admired, enjoyed, and appreciated… even if from a distance.

I think you’re lovely. you better think so too.