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Raven Feels Apr 29
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things called faded never were:3

losing hope on the the line
a beak of joy once in my lifetime

miracle from the ending
never want to manipulate a bending

the polar of the polar was at that stake
a back to back felt like a heart break

favourite on the eyes
no need for excuses or pathetic lies

goddesses of killers
breathed into a caterpillar

but the butterfly not to live ought to die
on a yellow leaf to rot and cry

a shoulder to hang on not written on that destiny
today of all days the dangerous whispers to bethany

how much of months are upcome to bare the yin
battle of love in a spiced up of a resentment called yang in

melody to fear
connected to the neck right there to the ear

to no one but me

Raven Feels Apr 19
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, what if I am a runaway not willing to remember???:]

possibility on a flying swing

maybe the moods maybe the winds

on my mind scarred on miles so pure so delicate

crumbling with the soon to forget forever drowned

don't know how far that red prison would grant me a benefit

lions scratching the waves of my pride

miss thirteen on lights of glory

fading on forest thorns and wilds before me

not even sure if you and me whispered in that stupid dark seen

                                                          ­                               ------ravenfeels
Do not fall in love
Go before you break in two
I don't deserve you
You are too good for me
Tears of Love
Every photo
Every thought
Every word spoken
The times
The feelings
Drive deep pain in my heart
It kneeds wanting
Praying I am heard
Loved and promised
The only
The only thing
That matters is my hope
Tears fall down my cheeks
From my eyes it rains
A pit in my stomache
Major anguish
All wade down like a hell in life
Why did god make me I ask myself
I fight to live for love of nothing
Nothing matters
When the water runs dry
Theres no want
Just death
No shimmering light
No hand reaching out
Words spoken
Words unheard
Where is my wife
What happend to me
Why am I crying
Mariah Carey makes me cry
It hurts knowing
It hurts seeing someone in my place
On my throne
In my house
In my bed
Holding my wife
Kissing my woman
******* my love
The abuse
The greed
The uncanny
The unfaithfulness
What can one do
Where can one go
Will this ever be over
Will death save me
Will this darkness pass
How do I rid this sorrow
I am tortured for being faithful
Stabbed for being born
Ridden for fighting back
Outkast for wanting more
The care I have is dead
I want this burden to end
Mariah Carey makes me cry
All I want is to die
*** into a housewive
Raven Feels Apr 7
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things can get brutal?:>

lost and found not seen not bound in the shackles of the bomb an aftermath

peroxiding a shoe hoping to get a flight out of the stew

no one knew

a chase a run a place no fun with bullets upon

in the known classes I see of drops of Mercury

behold bewined stand still in what you crime

hidden on those of the faces before

swept under the rug just for show

before the glint to come from below

Jennifer DeLong Oct 2020
Sometimes , I feel lost
Sometimes , I wonder where I'm going
What becomes of me
It's truly a anxious thought
We don't know
The future is unknown
I sure hope it's rather good
Well whats good ?
It's well plenty happy
Full of laughter at least some
And maybe someone to hold my hand
Yea that's good
Sooner then later
So , I don't get lost
At least before it's to late
© Jennifer L DeLong  🦏 10/2020
karly codr Jan 13
isn't it funny
how one thing
can help you find
who you were
before you lost yourself
well... i'm getting there i guess...

side note (that is completely irrelevant) --> collage and scrapbooking is really fun
Tim Roo Kie Nov 2020
When I'm gone...
Your tears will flow,
But I won't know,
Cry for me now instead...

When I'm gone...
You will send flowers,
But I won't see,
Send them now instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll say words of praises and edifications,
But I won't hear them;
Praise me now instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll forget my faults,
But I won't know.
Forget them now, instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll miss me then,
But I won't feel it;
Miss me now, instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll wish you could have spent more time with me;
Spend it now instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll wish you could have spent all your money on me;
Spend it now, instead...

When you hear I'm gone,
You'll find your way to my house,
Just to pay condolences,
But we haven't even spoken in years.
Please look for me now!
This is for all that don't appreciate what they've got until it's gone. Care Now! Before It will be too late.
Bhill Oct 2020
the secret path appeared before us
what is to become of the path behind us

Brian Hill - 2020 # 294
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