poetry

saying she was gorgeous… 

​i remember looking at her, saying that she was gorgeous. and i noticed her slight glow right after. as i smiled and kissed her, thinking to myself… i know she thinks, i was telling her that she was gorgeous. although i was saying what i saw in her was gorgeous. but as long as she was glowing, it didn’t matter how she understood me. because who am i to tell a star, how to shine. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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before you go… 

​before you go, i have to say… i love you. and do not mistake that for a plead, or a cheap will you stay. because i have never wanted something to die for me. nor do i want someone who is running away. for what i need is a want to be. and you can call me mean, say the most awful things. but can’t you see? i’m telling you that i love you… as you walk away. so that you know before you go, you can’t take the love in me. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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focusing on here… 

​it has always amazed me… just how much my mind can be my best friend, or my worst enemy. remembering dates and exact times, within moments throughout my years. like words in a book that never were written, nor was it published. and to be honest, i haven’t even started to tell my story. perhaps i never will. mainly because anyone i want to share it with, disappears within unwritten pages of my memory before i have a chance to tell it. as well as i’m usually too busy focusing on today, to worry about telling how i’ve made it here… to someone, i want to be my here. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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living poetry… 

​somewhere between 

the poetry of life 

and the absence of living 

i am dreaming within a hope 

to experience 

this heART i carry 

as harmony 

with another 

lasting long after 

this body of mine 

can no longer 

hold my soul 

and rests in ashes 

but until then 

i’ll be right here 

found within melodies 

of my own living poetry 

for what i can’t let be 

absent in me 

-joshua ryan stewart

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miles of solitude… 

​driving down a dark and dusty road. as the shadows of trees, darkened it even more. not a light in sight, other than the ones glaring from my jeep. blaring music as i sing terribly along, and i guess you could say alone. with the miles of solitude riding shotgun, and the memories lost within the reflections of a rear view mirror. i find my way through the trees. beyond where those dirt roads end, to rest upon a hill. as i walk around smiling, for what i’ve found in these miles of solitude. is that i can’t carry, what my hands don’t have to hold. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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not yet spent… 

​waking the dreams into realities, found in my dreamcatcher heart. feeling the passion that lies burning within my soul. for a love beyond the lost i’ve known, truly holds the thoughts of a day… not yet spent in mine. as the fabric of netting gives way to butterfly wings. transcending the heavens and the gates of hell. to bear horns, upon hallowed grounds… where my passions make way for the dreams, not yet spent in me. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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