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Ryee Brock

Updated: Thu, 9 Apr 2020 07:54 pm

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Biography

Well I am early thirties trying something new to broaden my horizon. My aspirations on extending myself towards creative avenues has as of late been stimulated by loss, regret, and a new self image and outlook on life. My life took a sharp turn about a year ago and it got me into an awkward spiritual position that has manifested itself within me that's quite peculiar and uncomfortable. As a child I use to write fairly decent poems but the recent trials and tribulations has had me in a displaced mindset in which I dont even recognize myself even. So hopefully by connecting to like minded individuals, I may gain some insight and normality in my circumstances through creative expression. Thankyou.

Samples

I swallow deep, my toxic smoke so I don't sleep. Dreams mount up more tension, elicit depicted with night visions; that cause my heart to grieve. Imprisoned in moments, can't think a fucking thing, looking up to heaven; but hell won't let me be. Fathers detached and hardly stable, broken passions lost the cable, mental cravin for some wisdom; hope that someday will reveal some. Mothers fighting back no action, heartless blades, shoot out like magic. Holding back my fruits for ransom, don't give a fuck can't make it happen. I stay in wait for day to break we can see past ourselves for a destiny that waits.

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