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I really love to write and I'd like to post up any stories or papers you may have written on Ryan or music. Also if you have songs or poems that were inspired by Ryan's music send them...It's a great way to get your work up and your name out.  I'll be posting some of my writings up shorty. Thanks

Open Book, Spinning

I posted this on the Official Ryan Adams Forum and here's some replies! Thanx guys! HAIKUS!:

Ryan Haiku! Gimme your best! posted by shakedownon9thstreet on 10/29/02 12:43:54 PM
Hey...I know you guys like poetry...there are always posts here and there about it and I know Ryan is into it also...so I'm collecting some poety for my page...Thought it would be cool/funny to have some little Haiku's about Ryan or his music, life, etc. to put up...So lets see what you've got...and if you don't mind...I'll be saving them for the page:) ***Just a reminder...they are typically 3 lines and 17 syllables....5, 7,and 5. Here's a few of mine....LOL.*** Songwriting Genius...Beautiful Words capture life...writing from the heart. -Lee.,,,, Black hair hangs in strands...Blue eyes gaze out at the crowd...sipping wine smoke rings.-Lee,,,, Star Wars impressions...Plath book reading in low light...piano keys play.
 

Yours:
 posted by pixie...
Its his untouchable cathartic art** window to his psyche within**how lucky he left it unlocked

 posted by warbledlove
Smoke rises up from the stage*** Fingers play the strings*** He is alone with his heart 

 posted by papaya
he's laughing softly***piano plays his secrets***not for us to know

 posted by pixie
Emotions are his actors**dancing upon musical cords across the stage**fluid beautiful distress

 posted by pixie
Artist copycat**borrows from the lot**forgot thou shall not 


Tweedy, Van, Young or Westerberg
Whom Should I Copy?
Does Duritz Know? 

 posted by WickerMan
Dont Call Me 'Bryan'
My True Name is 'David!'
You 'Collegiate Redneck'

 posted by Answering Belle
 Voice of an angel---A devil's wit soaked in booze---Damn Sam, it slays me

 posted by Answering Belle
Voice of an angel A devil's wit soaked in booze Damn Sam, it slays me

 posted by jills
No I won't sing it, never Summer sixty nine Not even born just yet 

 posted by liz32687
Fingers move accross the keys...Lips move to words from his heart...Making beautiful music

 posted by liz32687
Fingers move accross the keys Lips move to words from his heart Making beautiful music

 posted by WendyKroy  Show these eyes your tool I will come and dig your earth and drink the pearl wine

 posted by WendyKroy
I love my fanny================================ it shines with bright stars of dew============ all because of you==========================

 posted by pixie
Beautiful. Since he is a romantic, what do you think of this: Woman youre the one I drown troubles in Woman your the one where trouble usually begins Woman let me dive in again.

 posted by ryanfan314
Bittersweet his words, gentle like the night's beauty, forever in love

Ryan Limericks from the Official Forum!
 
 posted by warbledlove:
These are even more fun...the dirtier, the better... Ryan, your hair is quite gloopy** You're dirty and drunk and all loopy** But your songs kick much ass** So we gather en masse** And wear the label quite proudly of Groupie. 
 
 posted by yum yum:
there was a young boy from the south/ who had a great sounding mouth/ he muddled his name, messed up his mane and became a punk loving lout
 
 posted by Charlotte Anne
Ryan you do need a shower*One with plenty of power* So when I give you a kiss* I won't aim to miss* And give you pleasure for over an hour.
 
 posted by warbledlove:
Ryan, you Gap-laden whore** We've seen those tight jeans that you wore** You smile oh so shyly** But we know that you're wily** Just meet sans clothes at the door** 
 
 posted by Charlotte Ann:
Ryan has a spot on his bum* And a blister on the end of his thumb* He's falling apart* Behaves like a tart* And got a smack for swearing from his Mum.
 
 posted by yum yum:
there was a young scruff called Ryan/who liked a big woman to lie on/ their hairs got entwined through the bump and the grind/ So he looked down and saw it was -Bryan-
 
posted by Charlotte Anne:
He's the biggest damn drinker I know* Swears more than the local town ho* Smokes like a train* Drives me insane* Wrenches my heart with his sung tales of woe.
 
posted by Charlotte Anne:
All thin and dirty, dressed in black* Plays guitar on his knees and his back* He's got heart, soul and blues* From his hair to his shoes* Ryan, you're way ahead of the musical pack.
 
posted by warbledlove:
Oh, the girls that get into his britches*** Are they after his songs or his riches?*** And who was it that said*** He drinks wine in the bed*** How I envy those free-lovin' bitches!! 
 
 posted by Charlotte Anne:
Bwaahhhahhh. *You go on about Beth, Alanis and Meg* Prefer vodka and tonic to beer from the keg* Have Star Wars underpants* Go off on strange rants* And recently got a false wooden leg.
 
 posted by shakedownon9thstreet:
Ryan Where did your hair go?/You had it all only a week ago/I like it BIG with lots of tall spriges/so poof it up with some hairblow!
 
posted by Answering Belle
Thank heaven for the man they call Ryan**Who never fails to leave the ladies cryin' or smilin'**Of his songs about love**The angels weep from above**My God, but that man is beguilin'! I, of course, have a much dirtier one, but that's no way for a lady to talk, is it? Happy Day! 
 
posted by Charlotte Anne:
Everytime I buy NME* I see another picture of thee* Are you paying them a lot* For your weekly news spot* Or is it part of the Frank Callari fee?
 
 posted by Charlotte Anne:
Ryan is all hairy, cute and mad* Likes to get real drunk and act bad* He sings like a girl* Plays Madonna with a twirl* And we hope the gum chewing's just a fad.
 
 posted by pixie
AWWW crap, it's all been a hidden trap and now I'm hooked the tears & the pain in your clever refrains. Whats a poor girl to do?