DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pen ink cries too:(
fines that cant be identified on the near or the writes put on paper they die they cry got my reasons for the sacred peasants and held daemons nurtured weapons earned upon various treasons came surrendered on your questioned gazes that i fond a sweet spot on my unsolved mazes unhealthy for the mind my ears brought up to a permanent blind you descend my pride to fault on knees loose cut on shortage of scenarios to choose amazement on the major dominance captive of my shoes leading calls to a song never told never sold --------ravenfeels
deep concentration amazes the corrupt intellect
secrets lay in waiting as the mind deciphers the message why do the senses allow corruption to succeed the age-old dilemma is, well, age-old.... Brian Hill - 2020 # 160
Fight the corruption...
For a thousand reasons they've hated me
Waiting in the shadows, for a daily treat Stuck in this hell hole, to be the predator Never was the intention to hurt others Even my sweetest words can harm them Condolences on behalf of my mourning In the middle of a terrible story, I stand As the hero and the villain, a modern drama Let me dry out under the sun rays Falling, shattering leaves all over the ground As their celebration begins in this beautiful evening As death comes forth, I await a merciless judgment
It's hard to live satisfying every people around us.
escape with yourself
your demons and carry with- your gods
Excerpts from Pillows & Records “Memories of an old friend” by tma_rtin
I amaze myself. Other days, I put my keys in the fridge.
Or is it just me?
Warm tone Leaves of fallen trees The trees of distress Nights that howl Smoke writes letters Ones to spell truth Secrets kept before sleep Oh what it it was to hold youth
She talks, she talks All listen, no one has an object I sit far away and amaze She talks, no one has an object Why? I ask my self I try to be near I try to approach When I reach I find what I find? I can't ever tell She is very brilliant Her smart is not smart Like every that Woman may talk She talks and I look What does she say? What does she tell? I forget everything Except that face And I still see her in front Of my eyes and in the inner heart Still in my ears ,she talks
love is the traveller between hearts.
love is around the corner
it's waiting for you when it takes hold it'll amaze you there will be joy in every part of your heart as Cupid fires his loving dart you'll be awash with a gleeful delight all the affection having a feeling so right love is around the corner it's waiting for you when it takes hold it'll amaze you so walk about the neighbourhood block you'll see a partner ambling toward your dock those long held dreams of love becoming real all this and more will so appeal love is around the corner it's waiting for you when it takes hold it'll amaze you don't hesitate nor procrastinate finding love's many surprises will satiate twill be the makings of a splendid ambience as love kindles its sparkling magnificence love is around the corner it's waiting for you when it takes hold it'll amaze you
Her hair blossomed
Orange lilacs Underneath her Firey stare She performed magic In another's eyes And made them Disappear She held tight to The rhythm that night Then too let it Slip away Why the grasp she was So hungerly needing Why the long face My bravest Youre in love With a ghost You must erase