Ryan Halterman : Writing

Drving into the Sun

Drving into the Sun

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


Sometimes I miss the insanity of the past. Not the relationships.F**k Love.My true love is in going wild.....letting go, over indulging pushing the ..
Ode to a Woman Named Catherine

Ode to a Woman Named Catherine

A Story by Ryan Halterman


This is my observation of a woman named Catherine. She has a last name too but that's none of your business. Need to know information you don't ha..
Late Night Conversation With A Ghost

Late Night Conversation With A Ghost

A Story by Ryan Halterman


Things have been getting to me lately. I think it started back in May when my grandpa died and I had this weird psychological thing where you basi..
Creeper Brought the Rain

Creeper Brought the Rain

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


Creeper creep upon me and......and MAKE IT RAINLet me fall inside the flame,Set fire to my inspiration and watch it burn,Let the fire teach me all the..
A Lesson In Psychosis

A Lesson In Psychosis

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


The depression comes on slow, like a predator stalking its prey,Once it gets close enough it wraps around your mind like a snake and begins to constri..
Mounds of Dirt

Mounds of Dirt

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


I have loved ever pet I every dog and cat that's been part of my family.They WERE family. Not just pets.When I was a boy we had a hundred pound gordon..
Being Understood

Being Understood

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


To be understood as a person is something I have never felt,To be ignored, taken for granted, tossed away, and forgotten is something I have felt many..
Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


I was in a field. The field I was born in, The only place I ever knew.The grass was tall, green and went on for miles,There was a few ponds here and t..
A Gun To My Head and A Noose On My Neck

A Gun To My Head and A Noose On My Neck

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


A gun to my head a noose on my neck,Take it away make it stop,Physical pain that never eases, never lets up,Emotional deterioration,CryCry CryCry Cry ..
It's Not All Bad

It's Not All Bad

A Poem by Ryan Halterman


I was sitting on my porch this afternoon, bored, disengaged, getting lost in my own head,Kids were out playing all through the neighborhood and mostly..

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