Slippery ground, watch how you walk
Around me, silvery mirror until you
See yourself, hesitant to even
Be someone missing, anxiously to
Be found, powerful confidence, yet
Strangled to a tree, performing the stage, WHAT AN
ANIMATED SCENE!, strident I come, did I
Break your SOULFUL JUNK?, brittle to the
Heart, never been dead, "try 'HELL' once", heard he
FLED!, far, far away to the
OROTUND---what a disarray,
CAUGHT, reminiscent of the ethereal breathy
PROMPT, the one underlined on my notebook stumped in
Gruff, escorted with an angelic
Background, penetrating the dawn's dunes, honeyed
MEMORIES survive, I laugh with them what to
DO?!, euphonious by sound, tremulous by
TUNE, were we even somebodies before falling in
'JUNE'---dismantled some sunshine, was I a raging
SWOON?, well, for me I don't know
WHY---still, they said I'd have to recover
SOON---for you, I think there's no chance to find someone
NEW

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, in different shades...

Life
an acquaintance
since January
sought me in its life
for the temporary

Diluted from the lover trance
in its shade I bathe
in happenstance
I pass it
to fade
in a feverish crowd
like a breeze of ghostly remembrance
dumped by the hustle
by all these sounds

We meet silently
dividedly
appointed to exile
sometimes we regret
the rivalry in piles
of overlaid cement
with a nonchalant style

It seems so
when our tired shadows
glimpse at each other's forms
then resume to go

Blocking the inseparable
what a theatrical element
clueless detriment
clueless sentiments
to the flow
not to a ruler's measure
or an on-guard show
------------------------
I guess we've always known


                                                         ­                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, freezed not a word:>
_four year old poem alert

can I leave
although my returns can’t handle mistreat
choking on the shields that they reveal

the stack is packed
the thoughts are hacked
and my acceptance to the fate is verging on stance

do I sore free for the sake of my flee
and redeem the escape
of the torturous bleach under my feet
or do I abandon my daemons of feels
and scratch a sinful crime of a resentful scheme

the ties are secured
and the doors are uptorn
my legs give up to the shore
and I stand up to no more

the search is at stake
and time flicks with no shame
but the place is not here to be faced

the venture is trapped
in a venging mishap
the yellow is freezed to an uptown
and everything becomes diseased to drown

the green uptakes
and the lakes create
an explode of scents
in the middle of no ends
in the ashes of the questionable whens

                                                          ­                                  ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sinking I sink---

the truth is, you're my safe street
lulling me every night to sleep
I whisper to you religiously like a creep
but I'm falling down, down, down, from the steep

the pearl there on my neck
heavy, still I won't let
hiding it, from the moment I've bet
holding it in a net

that you, and only you I'd let
to not be a reality that I'd wipe out nor forget
shipwrecked in dirt
do I regret?
been waiting for a dawn, some sun has set......

through the manhole, hear me mutter
sinking I sink
retrieving the ink
on you spent not some other
in my drenched sweater I stutter
shut me out, shut me up, close the **** shutters

out of this street, some sidewalk to a lover
now the ink is splashing in water-no-color
bother me, I'm not one to bother
set me free, surely I'd come to recover

                                                        ­                                    ------ravenfeels