
Heart split open for all to see,
Embarrassed so deep my heart began to bleed,
This is a story all about how- my life was lost then somehow found,
While tourists watch, but most refuse to see,
Pride kneels down, withering like a tree - consumed by fire,
Truth and heartfelt desire, burn within me and drive me to the truth,
By Ryan B. Johnson

To me poetry is like a river flowing straight from my heart,
Poetry is something special; much more than simply art,
It is the breath of my spirit, the cry of my soul, the symphony of my heart,
In poetry I will never grow old,
I will remain a child until my last day, until my last breath,
Ever learning,
Ever loving,
Ever expressing the truth.
By Ryan B. Johnson