Watching the clouds
float across the sky.
But I know a hidden sun’s
still there watching.
The sweet scent of the morning air
in the midst of this dreary gloom,
Someday I’ll meet my fate up there,
up there among those feathery clouds.
And though I’d get rained on sometimes,
there was never any storm
I couldn’t handle.

Even during the darkest of nights,
I am with this thought of my future,
Nothing scares me just enough to stop.

Even during the blackest of days,
I am with the memory of time past,
Nothing depresses me enough to pop.

Even during those hours of blues,
I dispel each of the purples in strait,
Because in being sad, I find just glop.

These foul bones you have will make you rot from the inside.
My hands cannot stop digging this dirt you've lived underneath for years
Spirit, spirit come here
You're my haunted lover

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, do you know when you can't get him of your mind???---yup I just jut that down---again:]


the heavenly blues they contain

in the hellish echoes that remain

sealed in the air bitters and sweets clicks and blinks

close the drowns let it drink

silent yet so loud for the ears to bleed

keening in question marks

on the hungry pleads they feed

a staring moment to them a second in the blur

saved in the heart buried in the soul until the other occur

is it in a charming color

is it in a warming memory

is it in a meet of fated destiny

make it stop

make it stand

let it slip out stay in the hand

not for tonight for eternity

not for tomorrow for serenity

from a contagious bit of

confusion

a whispering musing dance of illusion

put the dare in the hence

it is then to keep to fence  

lies in there decomposed

so smoked so slow

lift the hem of my pillow


                                                                                   ------ravenfeels