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Ryan Pearson

Ryan Pearson

Night write

The darkest of nights
It is on these nights I turn
To these keys, clicking
Fervently beyond reason
Behind safely shadowed doors

Poem about how writings seems to come easier to me at night.

#NightDarkNight #Shadow #Tanka #Write #Write

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Sleepy Hours

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Echo Cocoon

Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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Black and white waters

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Fall (2)

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Little black box

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Mind Tap Chapter 1

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Oranges

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Frog concert

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
The dark road

The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
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Generic expression of romantic intent

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Parallel Intent

Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
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My Path

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Number two Butterflies

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Audio-Connection

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Closer than ever before

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens



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