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 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
we are all stories
instead of paper and ink
we're of flesh and blood
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Raj Bhandari
LET

THE

LITTLE

DREAMER

INSIDE

ALL

OF

US,

DREAM

AGAIN !!
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
voiced
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
my silence says more than my words
and if I choose to never speak again,
just know that I loved you
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
tl b
Dreams,
they tell our futures
if we believe they do.

Dreams,
they tell our futures
what we want them to.
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
tl b
Drifting.
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
tl b
Dreaming is important
in and out of the sheets;
inhale the sea
and bring it back to me.
Please, don't go,
but if you do,
breathe me in and
take me too.
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
tl b
Dreams,
they tell our futures
if we believe they do.

Summer, you do not have to be a fleeting lover.

Dreams,
they tell our futures
what we want them to.

You do not have to be a fleeting lover.

Dreaming is important
in and out of the sheets;
inhale the sea
and bring it back to me.
Please, don't go,
but if you do,
breathe me in and
take me too.
A collab. of 3 of some recent pieces:

1. Dreams (10w x 2)
2. Drifting.
3. Don't go (10w)
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
tl b
She dancingly sways,
a tree, grown old,
draped in amber, in gold.

And while the wind wracks,
her skirt holds tight
until she deems fit,
losing her gown to Jack's
choice linens of white.

Now standing,
bare, taut skin,
a woody skeleton.
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
AMcQ
-Else-
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
AMcQ
I've never wanted,
To never want anyone else,
Until YOU.
Clear, gushing currents make their way through moss-
y boulders; frosts chilly fingers past broken shores.
My toes kiss dancing pebbles, where the water lusts
for land. Accosted by the water’s eager
pull, my feet explore the slickness. The cold
attacking pure white limbs as I extend
and press into the ebb. The river moves
to grab my shivering leg, threatening with
seductive ease to rip me past
the surface, into dark, aggressive depths.
Anchored only by tingling toes, I’ll fall
if tiring muscles fail. Breathing, standing,
I feel the aching rush of currents. Then a simple
slap from a passing trout condemns
me to the murk that’s crying past. Stop.
Endure the numbness. My body
deserves to drown, for letting curious limbs
betray. I dream one day, I’ll delve
past new and pulsing streams to
a shore with both legs firmly
planted, closed, and clean.
When our curiosity takes us to depths we weren't anticipating, and we blame ourselves for the pain that comes. But in the end it's the mistakes that make the desired future possible.
Smiling, she glances in the mirror
her skirts falling gently into place.
There are her feminine riches,
simple in their daily splendor;
waving from the settling lace.

They, it doesn’t matter who,
could search the endless layers
and never truly see her;
though she hides within the bluish
fabric’s seams and tender tapers

Like legs or lips, she’ll never
part from her sweet sanities
for any sort of ‘gentleman’.
So rich she stays in clever
garbs, seen only in her vanity
A woman is so much more than what she wears... usually.
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