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5
Dec

~Worthless Things~

There all these things, these possessions, these artifacts of a life…and I realize there is no one thing here, no object, no collection, no antique, no inanimate piece of wood, metal, glass or cloth, that means more to me than your love. I drip a thousand tears on these meaningless things and yearn for the things that live outside of space and time. The things that are real and sure…unlike these temporary things I own.

These unnecessary pretties are just so much junk invading my heart. Cluttering up my house, my mind, my life. When I go from here I will sell these worthless things made of this and that, turn loose of the stuff that suffocates my soul. Take the money and travel with a knapsack, paper and pen, to find you…to find you wherever you are.

What I need is not made of stone, porcelain, marble or plastic. What I need is the things money can’t buy, the things only the soul can see. The things of love and devotion and hot sunset passions. There are all these damn things and they crowd my mind, my body, my life.

I will get rid of these unnecessary possessions and use the money to find the necessary things my heart so desires. I will find this love and I will make it mine, will hold it and treasure it in this full heart of mine.

~©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~

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~

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