DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, with her-----

with her mind
with her flower I walk towards
the everydayness
the destination
not knowing
this time that
the words on my mouth
are to be stolen by some
penname syndrome inclination

see the rage
the rage I see
with her mind
taking a hold
demanding a toll on me
for the vision I've closed my eyes upon
became the vision I've come to become
for it to become me
swallowing me
in that place
the so called place
where everything is possible

who is she?
I asked the oranges
the **** clementines
the neon ones twinkling
mocking
flickering in the back of her mind
showing a glimpse of her unbeknownst self
the self of all but nothing of rhymes

yesterday
she drank herself out
figuratively of course
& danced till 12:23 PM
on an afternoon
awake awoke awoken
again
she walks
with-her-flower
withering flower
the withering one I walk
holding it for life's sake
afraid the mind would be
searching for the once word
'withering' to insert in a sentence

                                                       ­                                 ------ravenfeels