poetry

beyond the dreams… 

​if you have forgotten 

how to dream 

well darling 

hold out your hand

and i’ll give you 

my warrior’s heART 

the masterpiece 

of my entire existence 

covered in cracks  

filled with the magic 

from my soul 

of a love 

that has held me together 

through my weathered days 

beyond the dreams 

i couldn’t build alone 

but darling 

here i am 

giving you my heART 

willing to break 

so perhaps 

you will dream 

within the magic 

i see in yours 

-joshua ryan stewart

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poetry

for what i was taught… 

i was taught 

to hold my own 

to speak the truth 

and show it 

unapologetically 

that outlandish middle child 

who never needed attention 

from the world 

although i crave 

just one 

and perhaps my personality 

calls out to crowds 

that i’ve always walked away from 

fueled by the values 

beyond a broken home 

a class clown 

skipping class 

and acing the tests 

because knowledge 

has always been easier than 

wisdom 

screaming out loud 

within whispers 

please say my name 

like you love me 

beyond my pain 

touch the secrets 

hidden in my eyes 

as i stomp this ground 

losing the layers 

i have been covered with 

learning this dance 

and feeling the weather 

bleeding the insignificance 

i have been 

and learning that 

what i have to give 

is more than 

what i have been taught 

-joshua ryan stewart

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poetry

digging… 

​Digging down deep. As I release. 

More than my lyrical demise. 

Come with me.  Into my mind. 

Untold wonders.  Thoughts unheard. 

As I begin to bleed.  For what I need.

Spilling ink.  A poetic truth. 

You’re about to discover. 

My feelings overwhelming. 

Within certainties of you. 

Where I’ve been… Too hard to handle.

And perhaps a little Headstrong. 

Giving it my all.  Which is exactly… What you’ll always get.

Although where I’ve been. 

Way too much to handle. 

For weaker souls. 

I’ve learned how to love you. 

Where my vocabulary.  Lacked the definition.

And Webster never could define.. A burden that was mine. 

Like trying to begin. 

Where it ends every time. 

That never gets you going. 

So I’m just overflowing. 

With what I used to call a burden of love. 

A burden too heavy. I’ve carried alone. 

Until I felt yours.

And I knew exactly… Why I’ve had to carry mine. 

For so long. 

Because my love isn’t a burden. 

But a gift for you. 

My only regret..

Is that I waited this long. 

To dig into me. 

For you.

 -Joshua Ryan Stewart

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