Poems from Ryan DiDario
Some say all things are connected.
The trees are connected to the Earth,
We walk on the Earth and therefore how different are we from the...
I am working.
I am sobbing.
I am laughing.
I am struggling.
I am succeeding.
I am shrinking.
I am growing.
The common denominator among...
I either love so hard, I die.
Or I am dying so painfully, I lust for love.
Some say I may be extreme.
I simply reply with how much I am...
This is new.
And I am trying.
I am trying to write something happy.
Today I left therapy and I walked around the neighboring town to do...
What do you see
When you see my eyes?
You may see who I have been.
You may see who I want to be.
But all I want to be is he.
He who is...