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16
Feb

~Love Notes~

…Told him I loved him a thousand times.
Wrote it in poems, notes, lyrics, and rhymes.

…Whispered to his mind in a million ways.
Said it in thoughts, dreams, shiny gold rays.

…Let him know it in my saddest hour,
Expressed without fear, shed tears, did not cower.

…Made him feel me in the dark of night,
Touched him in a way only I knew was right.

…An understanding place that is so rare,
Opened the heart, the mind, my soul laid bare.

…Gave safe harbor on this cruel, lonely planet,
Laid down in truth, raw-edged, heat rimed with regret.

…Will tell him I love him a million more times,
Won’t send hearts, flowers, flaming blue sighs…

…I will write it in poems, stories, lyrics, and rhymes…

(Dedicated to J.)

~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

14
Jan

– Fire Room –

Lock down the fire room, place no hints, drop no maps, I see a dark tomb.

Lock down the hatch, leave no clues, drop no secrets, I’m feeling you soon.

Boom, boom, fire room,
I’ll never learn,
gonna get a burn,
can’t escape the blood moon.

Slip through that door, break the latch, drop no time, I’ll give you more.

Hardest day,
Wolf red moon,
there’s no way,
have my play,
Fire room,
see you soon.

Boom, boom, fire room,
I’ll never teach,
gonna have to reach,
can’t escape the blood moon.

Escape room, raider tomb, prison of doom, lock me in, take me out, boom, boom, fire room.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

2
Jan

~2019 Resolution (life vision)~

You will find in your life that most people don’t care what you do. They move in and out of your orbit, stick around and go. Nothing is ever static as each has their free will to be an individual. For now anyway. It is as it should be, nothing more nothing less.

You’ll discover that your friends are more supportive of your goals than family will ever be. Your true friends will be proud of you for your successes, where the family will often only have unsolicited advice on how you should live. Don’t judge your tribe by the blood running through their veins, and don’t allow them to decide who you are. Many times the people who care the most aren’t even remotely related to you.

I’m not saying that your family isn’t good and in your corner. They are. Hopefully. But you need to remember yourself, be aware of your goals, and don’t expect them to be the first ones to the dock when your ship comes in. Be true to yourself.

Don’t depend on anyone to tell you that you are doing a great job. Just do your job, create your future, moment by moment, rise and move forward. Be a success, be an inspiration, and be yourself, despite any naysayers. The only person who knows what is right for you is You.

Do Not Ever put yourself down, or think less of your abilities. Simply don’t banish yourself and your will to thrive out of existence. There are plenty of folks waiting in line to do just that. If someone tells you, Oh, I can do that as well as you… Put them to the test. Show me don’t tell me.

Don’t ask for understanding, –those who get you will make it known. Quit hoping you’ll get a pat on the back, and forget trying to get some people on board your spaceship. They’d rather take the subway, so stop wasting time setting your rocket down on their cracked landing pad.

Create the year, the life, the dream you want to live.

Semper Avanti

Love, Jazzi

13
Dec

~I Can See In The Dark~

…I wander through my house at night, in the dark, working over the words always trying to get out. Sometimes the energy of my thoughts will not allow me just to sit and ponder. Ironically, the second this title popped into my head this morning, I tripped over a fucking garbage bag I forgot to put out yesterday, and almost fell on my head. Go figure. I need some more shit in my way apparently. (smart mouthy biatch) However, since it came to me in such a way… I’ll have to write the damn thing now. It will be as much of a surprise to me, as it was to trip over something I had placed in my own way…

~I Can See In The Dark~

I wander looking, longing.. dreaming..
for the words I cannot say.

I can see in the dark.. I can show you the way.

Searching gazing, glaring.. into the black highway.

I wander hunting, tracking, trailing..
lost emotions I cannot feel.

I can see in the dark.. I can help you to heal.

Searching gazing, glaring..
into the night highway.

I wander feeling, touching..
tasting..
the words I now can say.

I can see in the dark.. I now know the way.

Searching gazing, glaring..
into the night highway.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes

8
Dec

~Stand~

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

3
Dec

~Our Rain~

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

Our rain speaks in rock hard hellos.. soft water goodbyes gone in the chill. Barely heard shards of care, lost in a thrill of rime.

Our rain tastes of wet dreams in the night.. tangy drops bare within the pain. Barely flavored shards of want, lost in this desire of mine.

Our rain touches of crystal hot sleet.. stinging then gone in the drenching night. Barely felt shards of need, lost in the stream of time.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

27
Nov

~I Am The Ghost~

They don’t hear when I speak out loud. Their eyes get lost as they search the crowd.

They just stare.. their tears grieving their past. I am a ghost in the shadows I cast.

They don’t hear when I scream their names. They don’t hear beyond their silly games.

I am the ghost in their closed mind’s eye. I am the ghost always floating nearby.

When they can’t feel me in the cold winter night. When their dreams swirl long with chill, Gothic fright.

I’ll be the ghost who haunts their dreams, the shades of fear in lost moon beams.

I whisper to them in their deafened ears. I howl in frustration at their petty fears.

I am the ghostly entity they will never outlast.
I shimmer and moan and flicker and roam—
It’s always the darkest hour that out-shines the past.

~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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~

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~

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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