reynaissance
reynaissance
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reynaissance · 9 years ago
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https://soundcloud.com/reynaissance/the-awakening
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reynaissance · 9 years ago
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https://soundcloud.com/reynaissance/guide-ii-the-galaxy-part-i-life
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reynaissance · 9 years ago
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https://soundcloud.com/reynaissance/bitchesbrewprdbyreyn
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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MORE TEARS TONIGHT THAN USUAL; AND WHILE MEMORIES CREEP IN AND SPIN MY EYEBALLS...
I STILL AM SMART ENOUGH TO REACH INSIDE OF MYSELF 
INSTEAD OF OUT TO YOU. 
KARMA REAL, REALER THAN YOU. 
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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moon.
for wonder's sake.
still trying to do the math ; for actions lacking reason must in some form have solutions.
still trying to do the math; and time how ..long before we died ; we lived. 
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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Ditch.
To leave; to dig deep enough with intent to bury. To break, to break into a soul & steal it's inner treasures , & ultimately bury them. Not for safe-keeping, for torture. To abandon.(eternally)
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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What grows in & of the mind (AM Adventures)
Just solemnly thinking of life , as a 26 year old woman. Now, there are loads of lessons I have learned from people, love, experience and trials ; however I have learned the mostly potent and resonant messages from my mother. Mom, resilient & honest, giving & intellectual : has shown me the way on moving forward. I speak on moving past pain, & relinquishing the ability to love faithfully even through & beyond pain because I have always been loved by her forgiving + powerful heart. I hope I measure up to her one day, & only I am aware of how much growth I have to attain before truly being able to gauge that progress. I am at the point in life now where I am most introspective about my future both, daily & in general & I am pushing forward with all my might to improve , as an artist / daughter / engineer / sister / friend & woman. The multi-aspects of myself are all in an evolutionary space where I am edging in on being the change that I deem necessary for my own success. My art to me is the segue into the ultimate journey of evolution that I feel will enhance my ability to heal myself and others. I hope the language I speak with my creative mind is universal & impactful & I most definitely call to the creator to help me manifest these beliefs. How often do you explore the depths of your own mind & purge your innermost thoughts & theories? Are your moments also filled with wonder & hope for growth? I spend my entire day attempting to enhance my craft & create a healthy environment for my spirit to grow. It is not always simple, but I know in the grand scheme it will be why I am able to bloom like the blossoms above. Peace + Love + Light. -REYN
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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underwaters
and you pulled them off of me the first time i arrived in your town 
slipping your hands underneath waves of clothing and rubbing against my soul back and forth with the upside of your empty palm. 
and should i have known that you had nothing to offer me except for words.
oh , but the words you offered..often orgasmic. i would call them majestic , and you would shy away..implying a humbleness 
Do you remember bringing your lips to the surface & whispering softly into me? Do you recall being lost in my own depth , me seducing you into the parts of myself that you would soak inside of & eventually drown? I remember you shifting your hand under neath & reaching into my vessel to wrench dry my soul. I , enamored by your touch ; that I ached for..tainted by , but desired, more. I didn’t wear any underwaters, again …just like you requested. Maybe for easier access into my reflection? Only to scorn me & scowl by response. Slightly for the soothing feel, to know that your nature could exist within me organically & we’d collide. I imagine you knew at once that you could only swim so deep without gasping for air, that your lies could only float for so long before anchoring you down. I wish again that you would dive, I wish that the waves would crash over your head in syncopated sequences & that sand would be moving under you so loosely that finding your bearing would be like hidden treasure. I wish that your empty orifices would be saturated by drops that would prevent you from raising & running. I did wish to be the anchor, now I wish a magnified anchor would remind you of a resonant promise, broken. I feel you against my skin as if I am under those waters again, those torrential & volatile waves tossing my heart like you have. REYN.
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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Beating heart
Hearts don't beat. Hearts dance softly & sweetly in & out of time, creating the rhythm by which we love. Why would they beat, syncing the parallels between pain & love ? I denounce the belief that a heart beats, I find no violence or chaos in true & real love. We manifest the pulse by our thought, we feel the movement resonating within our empty cavity hoping to fill it with energetic emissions that will spill into our voids & satisfy our desires. Our needs starved of either affection or compassion are humble & not angered, not waking in tense thrusts but rather softly humming. Hearts don't beat, they exist in an embrace, they sink in lust, drown in passion and float in infatuation. Hearts ; work instinctively as clocks do...eternally moving towards an aspiration over time. Intricately designed, with a sole purpose...to love. -REYN.
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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Sound.
Something majestic about the way you breathe life into my seeking soul, you’re a wizard by whim & circumstance…a king ; a god. Sound- REYN.
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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Muse.
What music does to me, no man can or will. There is something that fulfills me in sound ; that is unparalleled to anything. In being able to create & love through, connect with & heal using music : I am Slowly finding my own heart again.
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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Love long & prosper
How we can live again, see I had died before & reborn by a love that was pure. Then you, tainted. Now , he : liberated. Now we, exist again. Beauty allows for resuscitation; beauty allows for transformation & reincarnation in truth, in love. In love , again.
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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f r e e d o m
vein filled of joy in pure form & flowing, freely...& the pain that once grew oozes now slowly , out..like the last drop of honey. i found release in those last few moments, where I was in control + powered forth my own liberation. 
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reynaissance · 11 years ago
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breathin'
no death tonight, instead sounds. 
sounds that enter me swiftly, as you once did.. with intent instead & 
they have a rhythm that no love has ever kept. 
REYN.
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