living out loud 

dreaming out loud 

with your half opened smile 

calling you mine 


as you call out the wild 

that perhaps 

i never truly lost 

in me 

but for what slept 

awaiting you 

a worthwhile notion 

to be crazily free 


what i may call our dreams 

but knowing 

they’re more than that 

because what i’ve found beyond 

your half opened smile 

is more than i’ve dreamt of 

so darling 

my darling 

as we dream out loud 

know that i am 

living out loud 

beyond my wildest dreams 

with you 

-joshua ryan stewart


it’s this poetry(ours)… 

i’m going to make poetry 

upon your skin 

as my touch

leaves you trembling 

within an ecstacy 

that you are more than 


to me 

as i gently kiss my way 

pulling you in closer 

than close 

to feel my way 

beyond these so called sins 

to feel your entire existence 

freeing mine to yours 

because darling 

reading you like a story 

will never justify 

the poetry 

i not only feel in you 

or give you to feel in me

it’s this poetry 

we are making 


-joshua ryan stewart


i’ll pay the fare… 

i am the type of person 

smiling and encouraging 

those loving couples 

the true ones 

for what they have 

and what they could make 

where some are envious 

and some are jealous 

but darling 

when it comes to you and me 

i couldn’t give a damn 

what anyone else thinks 

so i’ll pay the fare 

doubling it with a tip 

to send all those 

pissy ass jealous fuckers 

to hell 

as they watch us 

burn their little twisted worlds 

to the ground 

-joshua ryan stewart


beyond the word… 

i don’t need a feature 

i am the motherfucking feature 

keep my name 

out of the shame 

i don’t tend to socialize 

because i recognize 

the lack of humanity 

in this shit storm of idiotacy 

i’m bleeding beyond the word 

slicing like a sword 

causing mass hysteria 

within a so called criteria

because within the absurdities 

of these lackluster personalities 

i peel away my sins 

refusing to heel to the skins 

lost within the time

treating me like mealtime 

i’m not here to feed an endless starvation 

of a losing civilization 

feeding ridiculous mindsets 

of naked body concepts 

i’m just a dying breed 

finding what i’ve needed 

beyond these words 

i bear like swords 

-joshua ryan stewart


scream those whispers… 

gently my fingertips 

glide upon your skin 

tracing the pain 

that was placed there 

before i made it here 

as i start to kiss 

and nibble 

dig your nails in 

and tear these sins 

off of my soul 

because i want you 

to feel me 

deeper and deeper 

so whisper to me 

within moans 

what you’ve yearned for 

and i’ll give you 

something to scream for 

-joshua ryan stewart


the ineffable worthwhile… 

i am immensely selective 
who i say i love you to 

where i put in the time 

within hours that make weeks 

that couldn’t be explained within years 

before i say those words 

tearing everything apart 

not just how i feel 

or if someone deserves 

those words from me 

but everything i can see 

because if i’m going to say it 

i better fucking mean it 

love has never been 

just a cute little thing to me 

it’s a feeling i have 

while looking into someone else 

realizing their happiness is mine 

and knowing that my stubbornness 

will have to kneel at times 

where fighting is inevitable

but if it doesn’t make you feel bad 

moments after beginning 

then perhaps 

one of you are too selfish 

because i know that i cannot 

completely understand anyone 

but if i am saying that i love them 

i better fucking be understanding 

i better be willing to break 

willing to hurt 

for more than just me 

because it’s not all about the smiles 

or cute and cheesy things 

those things keep it fun 

and add to the worthwhile 

i put in the time before saying 

i love you 

because my love 

is the ineffable worthwhile 

in me -joshua ryan stewart 


your riches are worth it… 

i’ve carried worlds without breaking a sweat. two stepping into a dance, where i could easily leave you in a trance. while wondering beyond the boundaries, so many hold sacred within fears. where i have loved and lost. but i have never stopped being love. because to me, that would be the moment… i truly become lost. yet within the paradox that i am. i know i have a worth, where i could say that i am worth it. but within what i deserve, it isn’t what i get. oh no… it is in what i give, that makes me worth it. because if you rely on something else to give you value, then what are the riches you have to give. 

-joshua ryan stewart