~Gravity~

Darla’s new perfume, Gravity, bought yesterday was the most intoxicating aroma she’d ever smelled. It would be perfect with an evening gown but today Darla put on jeans and a sweater. Thinking that maybe she should watch her expenses for perfume closer, Darla brushed out her hair and shoving her feet into a pair of slippers, made her way down to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As she brewed the tea she caught the heady scent of the perfume she’d applied a few moments ago and began to prepare some toast. Just as the teapot began to whistle, Darla swooned and fainted, falling to the cold marble of the kitchen floor.

Coming to a couple of minutes later, Darla pushed herself up off the floor wondering why she had passed out. Rubbing her glazed eyes, Darla heard the teapot screaming and hurried to turn off the burner. The toast was burnt, brown stubs and as she threw them out again caught a whiff of the fragrance drifting up. Feeling light-headed, she grabbed the edge of the counter for support. A headache began to tear through her skull and she began to stagger back up the stairs when the pain grew worse. Grasping the railing, Darla looked down at her feet. They weren’t touching the landing. She was levitating higher and higher and her fingers lost their grip. As Darla drew a breath to scream, she again caught the lovely aroma of her new perfume and plunged twenty-five feet to the floor as Gravity took over.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~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~

~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~

~Random Chunks Of Brain Matter ~ #1

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~Just sitting here braining. I think I just invented a word.~

~You just can’t fix some things. They are like ash and evaporate into nothing when you touch them.~

“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

~Rainbows only happen rarely and you only see them if you’re on your toes.~

~You went to college? Library living and people watching learning right here.~

“Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.”
-Anne Sexton-

~Intelligence fights with itself.~

~Organized is a way of life. The various things I’ve done and created over my life have been controlled almost anal retentively. Like I had the only way to do a thing. And honestly, I still feel that way sometimes. It’s like I need some help but yer not doing it right get outta my way I’ll do it myself.~

~A lot of things the Marquis De Sade said were true and all so real. People make his words taboo because he was a freak and didn’t give a fuck.~

~Open minds only need trail behind.~

~On flirting~
~If you are gay please let me know this important piece of information before I lay all my best moves on you.~

“Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.”
-Miyamoto Musashi

~Just be careful where you hide the bodies. I don’t want to have to accidentally dig one up when I’m trying to bury one of my own.~

~On doing what you love… If I were a painter I would be Bob Ross. Painting happy trees on sweeping colorful landscapes.~

~Yes, baby. Let’s make art sometime.~

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~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~

~Dreams In A Locket~

~I wrote this poem yesterday. It sprung from three poems I had written in my twenties and had folded and slipped into my pocket in order to let them work on me. I mean to edit them and post them when they are ready. As of today, I have two folded sheets of twenty bond against my thigh, words from so long ago begging to see the light. The power of this poem took me to my knees as I wrote it.~

~Dreams In A Locket~

I have three poems in my pocket,
folded yesterdays on faded
grey pages.

Compressed memories of strange ages,
folded words suffocate like
faces in a locket.

I have two poems in my
pocket,
folded pages of unused
grey words.

Stifled existence of
strange worlds,
folded parchment retaliate like demons in a locket.

I have one poem in my
palm for you,
one page of letters in a dull
grey hand.

Reused words of a
different land,
folded nows awaken
like a hope brand new.

I have no words left in
my pocket,
you have them now like
missed dreams in a locket.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~