Reynolds 

233 creative works found

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  deadpan
  by LastLaughInk

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  Wade Wilson
  by LastLaughInk

  Deadpool + Ryan Reynolds = Epic

• The New Day Comes…
  by Kristin Reynolds

  The new day comes on feet of gold, / now severed from the nights dark hold, / it shines for all the world to see, / while one side breaks th…

  A poem of the dawning of a new day, with no mistakes in it. I needed to hear this myself today…so thought someone else might need to hear it, too. Everyone has days where they don’t like themselves, but the new day always comes, ready to begin anew, bringing another chance for salvation and light.

• The Raw of Parting
  by Kristin Reynolds

  To shine upon the frozen grass as sun / allowing all the years of hurt to thaw, / while running ‘long the line, I bid to shun / the gifts of…

  I wrote this months ago, but am needing to hear it again today. Maybe someone else may as well. :) This is a poem about self-absorbtion, and how the dark of sinking within the self only breeds more darkness and loss, not allowing for the light to come and shine upon you.

• Gilded
  by Kristin Reynolds

  As soon as my breath / expels from your lips / my each thought strips / the love of us clean, / and I am left bare… a sudden mist / upon th…

  This is what is called a deminished hexaverse poem. (5 syl/5 lines; 4 syl/4 lines; 3 syil/3lines; 2 syl/2lines; 1 syl/last line) It is about love…sweet, sweet, golden love.

• On Buying the Sweetest Peach
  by Kristin Reynolds

  You may turn me, / squeeze me, / flick my whiteness blue / as the raven’s midnight sheen, / or brand me as red / as the winter cardinal’s ima…

  Throwing it all away is a heavy task; one not meant to be taken lightly, and one certain to leave a bruise.

• The World, For Your Kiss
  by Kristin Reynolds

  I would be in your mouth / for hours, / days, months, years! / For as long as there is breath / within my lungs, / to make it so… If I …

  Kissing at the depth of love – the sharing of soul, is a most holy experience.

• Thief of Hands
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Slicing through my midnight train / they come, / eluding time and aim; / where memory stiff – / a bleeding frame – / from which to hang / my dr…

  I wrote this in trying to convey the way of The Midnight Poetry Syphoning Process; the crossing dreamtime/ethereal barriers us human’s trying to be have; diving into the ocean of stars to bring to page that which teases…but doesn’t really wish to be caught. / It’s like that sometimes, for me. Those sneaky word-strings that hum into my ear in the middle of the night…sometimes they want to be caught…other times I feel like they are just sirens. / Pan is my muse. And as Golom would say, “Pan is tricksy!” / But boy do i love him anyway!

• Core
  by Kristin Reynolds

  …uncreated by the guttural breath / that first breathed – Soul I came knowing, / like a pre-filled husk / of spiraling marrow / hold…

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  Light, Shine Upon Me
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Twilight, / so like my mind, / grows dim; / as my eyes close / the candle / of my existence, / goes out… I rise / above the wall / of all I could not see / while living in purgatory – / I live! And so / begins anew, / the lightness of all things: / burning into a new dawn / I am / reborn © Kristin Reynolds 2008

• Word-Lover’s Lure
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Read me infinite. / Destination anywhere, / anytime or place; / marked by mere inclination – / a passage procured by fate. Lead toward it’...

  A double tanka on the lure of books to the lover of words.

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  B Reynolds Falls
  by ldeiter78

  10/19/09 ~ Featured in Summer and Fall in the Northeast group ~ Thank you very much!! 10/11/09 ~ Featured in Forests ~ Thank you so much!!! B. Reynolds Falls surrounded by yellow birch trees at Ricketts Glen State Park, Benton, PA. / Rickett’s Glen area was designated a Registered Natural Landmark in 1968. Too bad it’s not closer to home because this is one of my favorite places!Taken 10-10-09 See my album: Ricketts Glen Waterfalls ONEIDA FALLS / B REYNOLDS FALLS / SHAWNEE FALLS / OZONE FALLS / RB RICKETTS FALLS / / . / TUSCARORA FALLS /

• Jealousy: Devil in a Green Dress with Matching Stilettos
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Why, / on some days, / does it feel like the devil himself / just bought me / a thigh high, / tight as a second skin / kelly-green dress / wi…

  I wrote this a while back while indulging in the devil’s gift of green. / I posted this now as Raymondo reminded me yesterday how horrible a beast jealousy can be; and how deadly.

• When You Were Born
  by Kristin Reynolds

  The moment that my eyes laid claim / to every atom that makes you; / each pore, each crease, each shining truth / beheld upon your ancient f…

  For my beautiful, beautiful sons. xxxxoooo

• Your Scars, My Scars and the Meeting of Hearts
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Can you see that? It’s right there at the heart / of my own understanding, / jagged and raised, / like a dusty gravel road / white like…

  For Sweet Cassidy / and everyone of us who bare their scars to healing; themselves, and others. / love you Cassidy!

• 360 Degrees and Counting
  by Kristin Reynolds

  My pattern rarely holds / its shape Lines intersecting circles, / stamens poking ovums / as the grass / cheers on. There are the days o…

  Change is good, but only if caught between thoughts; there is where infinity hides.

• writing the wormholes
  by Kristin Reynolds

  pulling understanding / from the faces of the minds / and the eyes / of the seers / who’ve passed breathing them in… knowing…

  I wrote this last year about reading to writing to knowing the poets heart; dead, alive, makes no matter, when they are read, felt, understood, they are as alive as the reader; sharing an intimate moment as if the poet and reader were in the same room; a quiet, beautiful love affair of words and souls. / At least, this is what I feel when reading the great poetry.

• Night Spirits
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Dusk brings ghosts on gauzy breezes / setting fire to the night, / their shifting eyes, or so it seems / electrified with second sight ...

  A poem i wrote almost 2 years ago…posted for Halloween, and for the watcher from the midnight trees…

• The Death of Her Pas De Deux
  by Kristin Reynolds

  I never should have handed you / my pretty pink ballet slippers. They had hung off the edge of my bed / for as long as I can remember, / ...

  having a relationship with someone with mental illness can be very taxing. This is just a vent on being the one trying to interact with the one suffering from depression and/or bi-polar disorder. / It is so hard trying to balance the want to be with someone who is not there much of them time…wanting to love them, wanting them there...and the plain, hard fact that they cannot be alot of the time due to their illness – medication or not.

• Only snow knows
  by Kristin Reynolds

  ...the way / of my love. The calling of the familiar; / how it glides, / waiting tears brimming / from it’s cus…

• but love, that twisted apple...
  by Kristin Reynolds

  The perfect madness / has forsaken me. Shaken me from its red / throbbing bosom / of twisting love branches. How long / do you think …

  love, the perfect madness… / this is a poem for all of those who’ve been that one left waiting beneath the sunset tree on the hill, roses in hand and a smile on your trusting face / (for the one who said they’d be there) / with not a soul / to give them too. / ya gotta let a girl get her cynical’s out. :)

• Cut Me Loose
  by Kristin Reynolds

  let go of my hands / i can’t touch the stars / when you hold so tight! / these 4 mile tethers / attached to your dreams are choking me; / e…

  stream of consciousness deminished hexaverse.

• water sings the heart of whales
  by Kristin Reynolds

  The water knows my secret name, / the movements of my breath / to stream / to sea / to moon She speaks to me / in layered mist / her voice…

  just trying to get into my almost 2 yr old’s head when he was just watching the forest stream flow; wondering back to beginnings.

• REMEMBER! Note to Self
  by Kristin Reynolds

  Does the moon ask the night why / it must give itself to the darkness? / Does the sun beg the earth for its freedom / from the everlasting…

  I wrote this a few months ago after banging my head with my fists for answers to unanswerable questions (well, unanswerable, at least from the outside in). / This was my reminder to myself to just STOP. / Look inside. / Breathe. / Rememeber… / you already know everything there is to know – we all do… / the hardest part is the remembering to remember.