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 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
sometimes
my universe
seems to snap
into place

but more often
than not,
it’s in
perfect disarray
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
Nurse
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
Nurse the wings
of the broken bird

Care for it
as though you would
a newborn

Remedy the wounds
of the broken heart

Love it
so it lives to beat
the next morn
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
Pardon Me
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
Captured and shackled
to a wick of flesh and bone.

Thoughts as kindle,
takes spark -
setting alight what fuel
that runs within.

Anticipated blaze -
you know but never
acknowledge.

Time is here and now...

So pardon me
while I burst
into flames...


.
Last verse and title is from Incubus’ “Pardon Me”.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
River Water
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
I feel like river water.
And I don’t belong to stagnancy,
yet I’m caught in a lake.

•••

I’m destined
to move silt and sediment.
And overturn
submerged pebbles
so they won’t see
the green of moss.

I’m meant to surge
and eat into banks
so I could be split -
to make more of me...

My reach would extend
far and wide -
like scraggly fingers
grabbing at the
face of the earth.

My energy channelling
through careless forks
and into slimmer branches.


•••

My soul is river water....
And my heart renounces
the throne to idleness.

Yet I am,
but a lake.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
Come as the silence of night,
to soothe waylaid hearts.

Let them hear...
The rhythm of
their own pounding.

Cradle them...
And carry them
through every deep breath...
And every heavy sigh.

Assure them that the lull
between such forlorn beats
will never be prolonged
as long as there is a want,
and need
to hear and feel the next.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
Only Human
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
ryn
With yesterday
slung over one shoulder

And tomorrow
slung over the other

Today saw
the comfort of emotion

Today showed me
that I am only human

.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Idiosyncrasy
I tried to make this poem different
But then I realized
If there's one thing I'm good at
It would be writing about you
About your smallest movements
No one seems to notice
Like the way you flick your hair when you get nervous
About the surprises in you
Like your soft cry to belong, to matter
When all people see is a hard rock
They never knew it was a build up of tears
And about the things I will never have the chance to tell you again
Like when you're nervous or afraid, I'll be there
But I won't tell you not to fear
Because there are some things we have to be afraid of
Or hey, you were my rock
The one thing I held on to
And I will cradle you
Your softest whispers
And the salty water you come with
Because
You belong with me
You will always matter.
I was thinking of continuing this poem and perform it as spoken word but lately I haven't been sure if I still want to say these.

And please leave suggestions if you have some. I'd appreciate it so much. Thanks :).
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Cné
Moon
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Cné
immersed in the sea
a sphere of passion glitters
as the tide appears
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