John Ryan : Writing

Clipped Wings

Clipped Wings

A Poem by John Ryan


You can have them backThe butterflies wingsyou've clippedon the night standnext to the razor blades andNeedlesThose Black cherry candles flickering th..
The Boy at the Window

The Boy at the Window

A Poem by John Ryan


The Cracksin the ceiling are filled with dripping water.The shadow of a man is only as big as those around him.the little dead moth lays at the boy's..
At the Bottom of it All

At the Bottom of it All

A Story by John Ryan


In a Bar.Alone.Drinking cheap whiskey in some Godforsaken Condemned Bar in the backwoods of no where.Alone.In a Filthy suit with 5 o`clock shadow at 1..
Trains

Trains

A Poem by John Ryan


Climb on top of a runaway train Sprint all day and night Just to see that Beauty again Pushing through and throug..
The Man

The Man

A Poem by John Ryan


This once lost poem is about a homeless man I met long ago when I went to New Orleans. I wrote it years ago, and tucked it away. Until now. Enjoy..
Pretty Birds

Pretty Birds

A Story by John Ryan


A teenager with schizophrenia talking about his high school, and the scottish play.
Days in Hell

Days in Hell

A Story by John Ryan


Stupid. Freak. Punk. Loser. Gay. Dumb A*s. Retard.These words reverberate in my head while drudging home after another normal day at school.F****t. Id..