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ryn Jun 2018
I deliberate.
I contemplate.
I procrastinate.

Then I write in ink...

In the hopes
of capturing
all that swims unruly
and speaks in runes.
ryn Jun 2018
As sure as the night
into day will turn,

the soul would clutch
at the scars we still earn...

And the skin would miss
just as the heart would burn.
ryn Jun 2018
What sun will shine upon graves
dug fresh and shallow

What moon will shed light
upon silhouettes in embrace

What butterflies would flit amongst
the flowers stowed in a tree’s hollow

What stars would sing in twinkles -
hymns of love and grace
ryn Jun 2018
Let’s swim with our heads above the water
but our bodies defying the currents of the sea.
Let’s care not, the wants of others
and indulge in who we want to be.

Let’s drown in ourselves
and for once, forget the needs of others.
Because it’s been too long
we’ve cowered and cried the nights,
unfound beneath the covers.
ryn Apr 2018
Fleeting moment...
It was peace.

It was a brief moment
that seemed like
it was meant only for me.

It was a moment that saw
a sliver of a sickle moon,
accompanied by a band of stars
that never did twinkle.

It wasn’t dark.
The sun hadn’t completely left...
But they asserted their presence
with such eagerness and fervour -
bent on letting me know they’re there,
in that moment...
Seemingly just for me.

And I drank it up.
In a single gulp.
Because that was how brief
that moment was...

•••

In that fleeting moment...
I was happy.
ryn Apr 2018
Everyday...
These days
is a race.

Just wished
of all days...
Today,
I’d come in first.
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