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 Aug 2023 ryn
Flo
Dreams
 Aug 2023 ryn
Flo
Where to store all of my dreams?
So much desire
Yet lacking the means

Many ambitions
Yet so little time
Precarious conditions
Little chance to shine

In desire to create
Shackles bind my mind
What a truly cruel fate
The constraints of everyday life on the process of pursuing ones dreams, creativity and the urge to create.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Edmund black
2Late
 Aug 2023 ryn
Edmund black
You’re here
w
a
i
t
i
n
g

knocking,
trespassing
questioning
lusting
craving
dreaming
fantasizing
Thinking
of us

Now I’m here
accepting
needing
feeling your presence

Where are you now?
 Aug 2023 ryn
Rai
Truths
 Aug 2023 ryn
Rai
Do not slay your dragons on my doorstep then make love to them just above the gaze of heavens gates.
Do not surrender your fears and then shackle them to yourself as if your life depended upon it.
I am no fool to any man.
I laid down my heart
You cut me with your sword and my shield will protect me from your hastening attentions.
Maybe I am not broken enough to see through your gaze.
But the silence that hangs on the breeze speaks truths.
And it is only truths my ears will dwell upon.
Sweet words mean nothing if in secret you cast them to the dirt below your feet .
The darkness just merged my mind and heart together spitting violent words into a fierce furnace of powerful rage.
Love those you love.
Standing tall in your need for reflection for reflection has purpose.
Speak kindly in secret as in company it is there that you will gain the greatest rewards.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Amanda Kay Burke
I lift my head and try to fly,
A bird with broken wings,
Held down and haunted by
The song my sorrow sings.

Useless melodies inside,
Keeping me from healing,
Ruffled feathers, open eyed,
The past I am concealing.

What is a bird that cannot fly?
I want to end it once and for all,
I put my trust into the sky,
And begin the final fall.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Salmabanu Hatim
We were childhood friends,
The only difference in us was
He had girlfriends,
I had brains.
2/8/2023
 Aug 2023 ryn
Steve Page
August Sun
 Aug 2023 ryn
Steve Page
The storm was predictable,
but not as heavy as its counterparts,
and it was swiftly pushed aside
by the August sun and gusty winds.

The storm was predictable
as most are - eager,
but half-hearted
and susceptible to whim
and winds alike.

The storm was predictable,
but not as dependable as His words,
which quiet any storm,
calm any fears
and deliver us to the far shore,
ready for our next adventure,
whatever the weather.
Matthew 8 for the full story.
 Aug 2023 ryn
Ruhani
Undone
 Aug 2023 ryn
Ruhani
I am so tired and out
of wanting things
never meant to be mine
of reaching out to some
who were drifting away
For always being there
when no one looking your way
for breaking and holding
umpteenth time my heart
mind and soul drifting apart
Am so done
for being the only one
leave me alone
cause nothing can be undone.
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