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27
Nov

~damn you~

That’s what he did alright. He pulled so far away I was able to get on with my life. Gave me strength, that chill did.

But then he popped back into my existence, and the walls started to collapse. Read every fucked up feeling I had, that mind did.

Uncontrolled the tears streamed down my face, and I thought, damn you that’s not fair, taking me without permission as you did.

but that’s what he does

I can’t do that to you, take your soul down bare and steal your secrets. But that’s what you did.

~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

23
Nov

~Hot Rain~

What does it feel like when I take you this way, I growl…
Hard, hot, penetrating rain…
Does it feel like I feel, dripping, drilling, wet hot drops…
Slick hold on you, hot skin on fire…
It does yes it does, you groan,
scorching rain on your face…
Hot you, hot rain, hot love, I love you…
It feels like you feel, dripping, drilling, wet hot drops.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

21
Nov

~Cleaning Day~

Now it was time to go back to the shop and clean up the sawdust. Half used ideas lay scattered on the floor and partially sawed words littered the work table. There was a messy pile of shitty ideas tossed in one corner, and I thought I would throw them in the junk drawer with the half used batteries. Maybe they still had a little juice in them I could use if I didn’t forget where they were.

Run on sentences and grammatical errors were stacked neatly to one side. These could be fixed, and there was no need to throw them in the trash. I grabbed my broom and began to sweep up the misspelled words and scraps of unrealized thoughts. Something was missing, and I gazed at the work table for a moment. There, behind a poorly shaped paragraph, lay a tight, square paragraph that I had almost missed. I slipped it in my pocket to work on later. I had to clean up the mess I had made here before I could turn around and make another.

I scooped up the pile I would discard and threw it in the bin. There were still dusty letters lying here and there, but they were bothering no one, and maybe I would need them later. I patted my breast pocket to make sure the word packet was still there and turned to leave the room. I took one last glance before I turned out the light. The sawdust had been cleared, and the editing process could begin. I was satisfied. I turned out the thoughts, closed the door, and lay down to sleep.

~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

18
Nov

~What Do You See~

What do you see behind your eyelids at night?
Do you see me in your tired
minds’ sight…

I see the scenes that my desire
does compose,
Of tenderness and love and lovers’ passionate throes.

Your image brands my body with a simmering heat,
A yearning for your loving is what I seek.

I wonder can you touch me with a lingering glance,
Behind your closed eyes do I tremble and dance?

What do you see on your dream stage at night?
Do you see me in your tired minds’ sight…

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

15
Nov

~Lost In A Crowded Room~

I want to be here and
enjoy my time.
I want to throw my pleasures
across the room.
I come so close and then
draw back.
Knowing pain would be worse
if I shared it with the world.
My unrestrained thoughts
float about my opened mind.
Wonder for unexplored planes
yield to my search.
I think and then don’t,
and ponder and not.
Out-pouring and numbness swing
in my soul like a pendulum.
And still, I am lost in a crowded room.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

15
Nov

~Flickers~

I present this wonderfully emotional poem written by Brittany Lynn Gilbert.

~Flickers~

Swaying back and fourth so gracefully.
You are so small, yet you light up this darkened room.
You reflect in my eyes, setting my soul aflame.
How I wish I could touch you with no pain.
Just to feel your blaze against my fingertips,
To feel the burn of your passion.
I want to dance with you, dance in the smoldering ash you’ve left behind.
But I know better now,
For I have fallen for your grace once to many times.
Though beautiful, I must be keep my distance.
I’ll stand back here, watch you dance and flicker from afar.
This once darkened room, turned bright
Has now began to dim.
My eyes begin to darken.
You’ve run out of time, Little one.

Don’t you know?

a l l

f i r e s

g o

o u t

© Brittany Lynn Gilbert

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13
Nov

~Writing: Creating A Stream Of Consciousness Poem~

“Our rain was like faintest snow.. almost invisible within the mist. Barely seen shards of heat, lost in the chill of time.”

I want to try something, you guys. An experiment, if you will. I want you to write this poem. It does not have to rhyme, it does not have to make sense to anyone but you. Write as short or as long as you feel is needed.

You are going to create a poem of reality, veiled in lyrical words. One that is true and slanted to your unique sight. Poetically tell the truth and play the heart. Take the time to hear the colors, taste the sounds and immerse yourself in the words.

And I know you can do this because you all have a vision of your very own when you read the lines above. I read your various writings, as my time allows, and every single one of you are beautiful writers. Everyone of you have unique, lyrical viewpoints and I’d love to see what you can do with this.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

11
Nov

~To Write~

Only words can let
you know,

Your poetry and
your prose,

Your fears and
your dreams,

Your fingers throb,
your unsung screams.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

10
Nov

~Bare Foot In The Snow~

She strides slow,
barefoot in the snow,
racing to fast scalding concrete walks.

Feet burning low,
freezing skin down below,
racing to quick arctic
mountain peaks.

She strides slow,
bare-skinned in the snow,
racing to breathing hot
cavern walls.

Feet melting snow,
frozen tears down below,
racing to screaming fiery
nature calls.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

9
Nov

~Even As I Dream~

I write you down for all the world to see, I wonder what you think as you look up at me.

I love how you never sleep, your stories creating form themselves even as I dream.

What do you see when you choose these words I see, I wonder what you did before you came to me.

I love how you never sleep, your rhymes creating sing themselves even as I dream.

I write you down for all the world to see, I wonder if you said these words to anyone but me.

I love how you never sleep, your rhythms creating tune
themselves even as I dream.

What do you see when you choose these words for me, I wonder what you did before these words you see.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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