Ryan Welch

Joined November 2022

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I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome

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Reflections
The sky opens up and swallows us whole A drop in the sea we can't possibly find Delve into pools of unconscious tale And I find I can and see all what is real
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Lungam
Lungam: Watch the colossus crumble down I see the mountains burning The darkness and light entwine Filling my mind with the ocean
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
If these trees could talk
If these trees could talk: I will build for you, a path of coal and ash and stone Cold upon flesh, expended, marring, broken, and damned
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Hesitate and drown
Hesitate and drown: The void calls incessantly Words I don't intend to hear Crawling; opal spiders in my ears Weave their pearl webs on my mind
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Vernal Dreamscapes
Vernal Dreamscapes: Fallen illustrations of man We all reside in devil’s fire Erect another monolith Men and their disgusting desires
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Clandestine
Clandestine: Calm white eyes Look above us all Cleansing tears Falling from the sky Drowning us all Mountain peaks
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Every day
Respire certainty Rise, do I have to wake up Monochromatic
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
If These Trees Could Talk:
If These Trees Could Talk: I will build for you, A path of coal and ash and stone Cold upon flesh, Expended, marring, broken, and damned
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Absurdity
Absurdity: Crimson eyes Piercing through the veil Unchanged lives Float along the fog Settle and cry Oh son of sun
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Chalice
Chalice is an entry from a collection of poetry I produced called "Smoke and the Withered Ground" Art is done by Nate Hillyer of Wyrdica
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Burning Arrow
Burning arrow: The languishing soil Rank of death Can it be that this is our fate Tourniquet unbound Burning plagues upon our soul
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Rough day
I wouldn't say I grew up in the worst of homes. However it was by far not the best place to be, between having two parents in an unhappy marriage, to a difficult split, and then both of them hating whoever the other was seeing; made for uncomfortable home life.
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Confessions

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Reflections

Lungam

If these trees could talk

Hesitate and drown

Vernal Dreamscapes

Clandestine

Every day

If These Trees Could Talk:

Absurdity

Chalice

Burning Arrow

Rough day

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