It’s funny how when “…love” evolves it often chooses violence, odd how the violent taking heaven by force is even understood by the heathens who have no part in any aspect of that battle or dance. Spirits get so guttural grappling with feeling compelled beyond the brink of whatever they’ve become placidly accustomed to into the new.
Angel Brynner.
Author: Glyph
I have resorted to This mess often enough to be reprimanded by heaven: “Stop putting yer D in their faces! ya don’t have one this lifetime! You’re confusing some of ’em” | …but I was good this year49!| Meanwhile in America
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Grace is wild thing, sometimes[allatime] at 5am| Septemberian schtuff has already started~
Magpie, in the middle of the night, by AngelBrynner.
The only time I get lost in this life is when I zone out staring into the swirls of gray clumping together above that look you get in your eyes, locked in. It's like a pool in the sunshine drying me out, every shade between black and white possible on earth instead of blue asking me to reach in and be relieved, to dip myself in what you are to me. Chaos comes clean in me when I stay centered with you. Cleanness comes in hot, like you do, shivering, strong, wild-eyed, heavy and terrified...knowing what is happening to you taking on me. If anything else in this world could do to me what you do, I'd kill it, strangle the life out of it, rip it open with bare, bloodied by it hands...because I want it from nobody living outside of the shape and smell of you.
AngelBrynner © 2025.
Fears of the fox, by AngelBrynner.
I am grateful for the courage of a blanket on grass,
For the whiff of whiskey on my tongue,
Up against the roses that love me back , egging me on...
The fears of the fox are outshone by my own
Yet still,
I sit,
Finally.
Unwilling to go it alone.
-Angel Brynner©2025.