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I once asked myself….

Is it better to spend a long time with someone you care about or a short time with someone you love?  

-Jinx Shadylane- 2000

Some long time ago…….


We drove away anticipating much, but for me it’s the measure of your changing energy.

Each glare, each word,  every move steals my mind with a sense of true calm. The ability to allow another person to hike deep into your soul. I close my eyes tight and the sound of the lake moving calms me.

Waters splashing and the wind carrying the scent of a storm.-2012

The darkness builds an adrenaline rush and reminds me of moist skin. The light of the moon under the clouds holding the storm I smell. Genuine sincerity is branded by the bond that is forming on this journey.

-Jinx Shadylane-2013-

REMEMBER WHEN… rain drip

She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the early mornings rain. Their bodies drenched from the chilly drops falling steady from above. Morning air mixing with the scent of a May rain. Their lips together, with each breath filling her lungs, exhaling slowly on the skin of his neck. Eye to eye they touch. All her thoughts race to him. The rain rolling off their bodies dripping.  2000


“Most happy nights lead to happy mornings.”

Jinx Shadylane

The movement of my hands offers my soul. 
I dance within the glow of the stars.
I sing and I scream.
I taste the world as it turns around me
I laugh and I cry.
I live and I die.
I run and I hide.
But I can feel you.
I can feel the breath of my life on 
your skin. 
Krysta Ryan 2000images (6)


Summer 2000

I was in your house today. I sat there it was strange. I walked past your door and it was cracked open. Cluttered and messy like my mind.

I wanted to go in and lay on your floor and smell your clothes to remind me of you. I wanted to rest my head on your flat pillow that is still indented from where your head laid the night before. You will lay there again. Maybe I will be lucky enough to indent your pillow. I lay there my mind all into you yet his hand is on my leg. I wish it was your hand touching me. So I sit and I think to myself…..

To be with him or to try and be with you? I only talked to you one night. I only kissed you one time. I do not know your name yet you are swelling my head with emotions of confusion.sketch of a puzzle piece

So I sit on your bed,

You look at me,

And I think about last night,

Our Love, Our Souls, Our Bodies,

By candle light,

pizap.com14203714547681I sit there, on the end of your bed.

You stare at me.

Our eyes meet and I already know what you are thinking.


Dont talk to me that way. I am just a lonely girl sitting here hoping for love. But I’m not sure that’s what an insomniac needs. Love such a crazy word.

One word can create so much heartache or it can create such happiness. It stops people in their tracks. Powerful the word Love.


“I watched you last night. Watched you breathe and dream. You are such a beautiful creature.” 2001

Wide Open Eye




Author: K. Ryan

My name is Krysta Ryan and I am a student at Ashford University seeking a bachelor's degree in Journalism and a bachelor's degree Mass Communication. I am from Cincinnati Ohio in which my professional experiences include Executive Management within the nonprofit sector and worked as a Social Media Manager which allowed me to gain a working knowledge of writing for newer digital platforms.

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