“Maybe”

 

“Maybe one day you’ll look at me and I’ll be all you need.

Maybe one day you’ll finally say all the things I have felt everyday.

Maybe one day you’ll see it’s crazy hard to be without me.

Maybe one day you’ll reach out for this and I’ll be there for you to kiss.

Maybe one day you’ll finally turn my fantasy into our reality.

Maybe one day doesn’t actually come and I’ll see that and actually be done.”

“Rinehart’s Poetry” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“Given the fact that you can be into someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you are in love with them. It could as easily be that an infatuation is occurring and you need to feed that craving. To satiate that hunger for that particular person in that space and time.”  – Ryan L. Rinehart

“In the far reaches, those hard to get at places, in the depths of you, where you let no one enter, out of fear, because you just didn’t dare. That’s where I live, where you can find the truth, and maybe that’s why you find it with me a reflection of the you, the you you want to be.
I don’t fear damnation, I don’t care about the views of others, for I have endured hells and rumors before.
There is no fear in creation, so it is, I do not fear my creator.
Evil is what you give a name to that which disagrees with what you perceive to be agreeable.
If the root of all evil was gaining intelligence, then wouldn’t the creativity behind making it be in and of itself evil?
No, is always the answer. But no thought was put in giving it.
So if the plan was a test, than a sacrifice to rebirth and regain what was lost, when everything was preordained, is it really self will or something more profane?
Some will say you can’t question such things, then why do I weild the power to do so, and question everything?
I am here, centered, not lost, even though some say that I am. They fear damnation, they care about views from others, they haven’t endured hells or rumors, they don’t know the meaning of love.
Love is to accept, to forgive, to hold onto, with intelligence to guide you. Not to condemn, to punish, or to cast away.
There is no fear or folly in creation, it is as it’s made to be.
That’s where I live, where you can find the truth, and maybe that’s why you find it with me a reflection of the you, the you you want to be.”
– Ryan L. Rinehart

“I cannot respond in any way shape or form to your unexpressed and uncomunicated desires. For me to go wrong in my own way is far better than to go right in some one else’s way. Kinda like the contrasting condition of a death, when a person passes away we appreciate and value our lives more. So if you cannot value or appreciate with expression that for which I am to you, then this is the end. Better off alone then lonely together as I see it.”
-Ryan L. Rinehart

“In my wrinkles you can read what’s happened to me, the crowsfeet, the laugh lines, the scars, but what you won’t see is what it actually did to me. Building character takes time, time uses whethering to mark where it’s been, I am me from the day I was born, when I die I will still be me but only a little worn. So as I gray and age with grace, may the laugh lines get deeper upon my face. Here’s to life, to love, and the memory of and surviving to getting old.”

– Ryan L. Rinehart

“I have started to miss that aroma, on her skin it enchanted the sences and stoked fires of desires in a mere wiff, that vastness of her sillage started to dissipate upon the pillow she used, the one she laid upon next to me every night, but not for a few nights now. I ache for it, desperately trying to breath deeply into the pillow to try to catch even a glimer of her scent. That’s the thing with moments in memory’s that conjugate around the entirety of senses complied upon with emotions. Afterall isn’t an enjoyable experience worth remembering, even so enhanced with the sights, the sounds, and scrumptious smells? “Affairs of Hart” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“Crooked Tooth”

“When it comes down to,
That one crooked tooth,
In a smile thats just got you hooked.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?
When nothing looks as good
As the way they look at you.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?

How ’bout you
Just smile somewhere else
Cause you’ve turn these green eyes blue.
I’ve gotta do whatever it takes,
To get over you,
And that one crooked tooth.

You had amazed me,
Drove me crazy.
Now at times
I feel like you played me.
I can still see you smile
Still hear how you called me baby.
And how it all comes down to
That one crooked tooth.
I need a dentist,
See if I can fix this.

Cause,

When it comes down to,
That one crooked tooth,
In a smile thats just got you hooked.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?
When nothing looks as good
As the way they look at you.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?

You’ve got that smile,
That always drives me wild,
And that one crooked tooth
Gets me every time
I look at you.
What am I gonna do?
Tell me, what do you do?

You know,
When it comes down to,
That one crooked tooth,
In a smile thats just got you hooked.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?
When nothing looks as good
As the way they look at you.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?

Baby, don’t you know,
That I miss you,
And that one crooked tooth.
You and your crooked tooth.

By
Ryan L. Rinehart

“Moments and Memories”

I am not sleeping
Cause I am always dreamin
About what you and I could have been
We were lovers
You were my best friend
Now we’re strangers
I still wonder why did it hafta end

It’s all moments
And memories
Holdin onto you
You holdin onto me
All in these places we used to love
Now it’s haunting me

You’re there in my evenings
Girl, I wish you knew
How you get to me
Lying in bed
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking about you
Caught up in my feelings

It’s all moments
And memories
Holdin onto you
You holdin onto me
All in these places we used to love
Now it’s haunting me

I am not sleeping
Cause I am always dreamin
Caught up in my feelings
Thinking about you
How you used to hold onto me
Girl, don’t you know
Don’t you know
How it’s haunting me
All these moments and memories

By Ryan L. Rinehart

“Love isn’t blind, it just refuses to see the imperfections, nuances, and the mundanes in the other person. It’s over time that one picks away at love and sees everything that someone is, and at that point is when love is tested, to stay, or to go, because when you see somebody in their completeness and continue to love them, well that’s how love grows. As well as walking away seems to be leaving love behind, it’s understanding love, what it is suppose to be, that one should seek. No love isn’t blind, it just sees differently.” – Ryan L. Rinehart

“You’ve got to kiss her before your lips reach hers, in your movement, in your smile, in the gaze of your eyes, you should transmit the intent so she knows you realize that it’s only her who will ever satisfy you. You’ve got to surround her with your mind before you take her in your arms, hugged from within so she knows that to you she is a win. For a man to love a woman, it’s something of a damaging transition, to go from nothing to all that feeling, it is indeed a journey to prepare for. Once love has hit you, beaten you bloody, for bad or worse or great and better, when you find her, none of that matters. A man should reach his woman before in her presence, before you touch her, tantalize her, passion is a noble pursuit, use it to love her, keep her, and pursue her.”

“Affairs of Hart”

by Ryan L. Rinehart

“And if I don’t wait, I won’t look, and not be disappointed. I honestly think I will be kinda happy to not search or wait, to just be finished with it all. As fickle as love seems to be I seem to capture it in ink for all that it can, or all that it should be. So it is with ill gotten gains of scars and pain that I do refrain from the very thing I desire to have and to hold but for some reason can’t attain. Love, I can tell you stories that would make you cry, love, live and die in my words alone, but to feel it, to feel it to the bone, now that’s where words run out and I find myself alone. Like every letter is the detail, as the punctuation meets the exclamation, I die there in love upon the page.”

by Ryan L. Rinehart

“As she stood there unaware of the walls she was bringing down within me, I wanted to warn her, for she had learned all the hard parts of my life, even things that I would never forgive myself for, yet she was still there beside me. She still needed to be warned though, she needed to know, it’s not the hard spots about me that’ll get to you and cut you deeply in the depths of feeling, no it’s my soft spots I have even after all the hell I have been through. Those things about me will tear at your heart strings, the things I have to do because I am compelled to do them. I have one of the hardest minds paired with the softest heart. Yet she was peeling back the layers bit by bit, and soon she’d see, soon she’d be too late, soon she’d be in love with me, but I have to warn her about her fate. I have spent years getting the balance of these two sides equally matched, she’s only experienced half of the whole picture, other’s had been to this point, only to find themselves getting left behind or unwilling to risk and invest the time. Crossroads in life, journeys to be chose, most want the easy path, sure you can enjoy the scene, but to be in it, a part of it, that’s were it is, that gives life it’s meaning. Soon she’ll have to decide which path is hers, and if it’s with mine.” – Ryan L. Rinehart