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 Aug 2023 ryn
Anais Vionet
gimmie
 Aug 2023 ryn
Anais Vionet
Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection.
Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like,
into the intoxicating liquor of memory.
The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted.
Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage.
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Peter’s off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva), he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Edmund black
The Wet
 Aug 2023 ryn
Edmund black
It’s summer outside
and it’s hot
Its been awhile
since I felt it on my body
and it been on my mind lately
This taste that I am craving
and it’s all over my tongue
I want to taste it
I want it on my skin again
I want to tease it
let it see me in my full glory
I want to feel it on my face
let it wine on me so ever nicely
I want to taunt it  with my mind
Let it trace all the terrain
of my masculinity
I want to please it so good
I want it to please me too
I want it to know its never alone
And i’m not afraid of it, ever
I want to feel it all over my chest
I want to drink it down my throat
A thing that is so beautiful, so pure
And isn’t afraid to feel me back
This stormy weather,
I want it all to myself,
this hurricane ,
this rain, falling on my head.
I feel so free so liberated by it
I’m in in love with this rainy day
Let it rain!!!
 Aug 2023 ryn
The Poetic Nicole
Into his hundred senses of delicacy and humour, I noticed a lexicon; an enormous candy factory, filled with sweet expressions and sensitivity, luring the outrageous cabin of mine, expanding the prettiness of the English grammar, idioms, and phrasal verbs into my illiterate tiny bunch of rebellious books. I sensed a great copious number of complex poems, rich of enchanting verses, fascinating stanzas that patted on my typos gently, guiding them into a better asylum. I wandered all around his incisive vocabulary, and for a while I lost my melancholy when he sluiced my dark excursion down. I loved him with all my misery. Yes, I did.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Satsih Verma
Not a single word
counts, when disintegration starts.
The catastrophe of cadavers will stop.

I want to move away now.
The tattoo on the arms is not
able to get the mercy of a Satan.

You can ****** the moon
Bee hives, shut the doors and
Helianthus will open the big eyes.
Thorns dig in deep,
stabs of bitter pain,
testing what it will bear,
was it ever meant to last?

Fragments scattered about,
spilling tears and sorrow,
the end looming near,
basking in darkness and despair.

A faint glimmer of hope,
like the sun bursting through the clouds,
within its renewed embrace,
love stands strong and proud.

love has broken limbs,
yet it stands tall,
piercing through sorrows,
it breathes free.
Cigar and whiskey blends for the formation of unprecedented.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Andrew
Through the leaves
a fusion in my eyes
summer's light
embraced within and
On the breeze
the warmth lingers
Like a kiss suddenly
On humbled mountains;

See there, the old
trodden path of the stars?
The cold black wings
of bats, emerging
from the earth?
I feel it in my bones
As I lie in the dust
I see it in my dreams
those broken memories
of Horizons of unbounded
entropy ever unfolding
Like a flower even
Beyond the final petal;

Summer is, sweet and bold
And full of life
Sharper than a knife
And equally as clean
Hanging there waist side
Ready for a fight.
 Aug 2023 ryn
sparklysnowflake
someone took a pair of scissors to the sky today,
the way the light burst through a sliced-open seam in the storm clouds,
the city across the lake still in a fog and the water
in a tantrum

you are all chocolate curls and puppy dog eyes,
family fireplace warmth,
lips magnetized to my skin and transparent smiles,
and she's quiet in silver revelatory haze--

in this quantum-split universe I've been
living in the wrong halves, in the storms, and even I
would have rather been left for dead
again

but your palms make me angry that I ever
trained myself to swallow rain,
convinced I could make dresses out of fog--
I am angry that I wanted anything besides you,

and I love you,
the way you glow with fervent comfort,
dripping in sunlight
for Jake
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