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Raven Feels Jun 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, listen to you when you speak or scream ;not me who said that:)

I wonder I ponder freedom bright
if what people read upon my sights

do they feel me in the ravens
because when I view others' dimes its a haven

even not poems on stones
novels have their power to sensate my bones

sour attachments I prize I pave
something to my heart to a  sweetest cinnamon save


                                                                                   ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels May 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things can get weirder than ever---and I like it<3


welcome to the nation savor

a whole new destiny like a cinnamon flavor

although some rainy a bit abnormal to my harbors

yet that blond charm made it hard to delete from my markers

everybody wants to swim

in a world to bond and have a friend a twin

afraid if I was about to miss the rocking riff

I don't know if I can handle yellow anymore so stiff


                                                         ­                   ------ravenfeels
julius Mar 2021
in an old blue car
driving on the highway
in the snow
i gripped the steering wheel
my knuckles turned white
like the road
my heart didn't beat
it trembled
crying, mirroring
the weather
i think
god would've wept today
if he
were
here at all
Yemaya Feb 2021
You're scent is best forgotten.
Yet I remember your cinnamon hair,
Everytime the breeze carried the warm smell to my nose I smiled.
Because it meant you were still there with me.
We weren't in love,
Because we are and were,
too young to be having such big emotions.
But I know that whenever I catch the scent of cinnamon on an afternoon autumn breeze.

I will remember you.
Will you remember me?
Izzy Jan 2021
Cinnamon hearts
And poison darts
No they don’t come with extra parts

I cry in tears of dreadful despair
Thoughts of candy apples danced through the air

I feel the pain on your finger tips
I see the sun and lunar eclipse

I’m blinded by the fact I’m here
I’m surprised I haven’t disappeared

Chocolate shakes
And body aches
Fill me up before I break

So take me away to the home of sweets
Dance of candy apples in the streets
Hope you enjoy!
noah Oct 2020
it feels like you came with the cold
like suddenly you fell from the autumn sky
and warmed me up inside.
i wanted you for your fiery red
before i found myself like an addict,
craving you at the most inopportune times
craving your comfort
like a warm sweater in december.
i love you without the all sugar on top
even bitter and dry and burning my tongue
coating my throat until i choke
with tears on my cheeks.
i wanted you before i knew what it meant
but even after
you hold my mind hostage
keeping me breathing and warm.

i could never live without you.
not at all.
the real og's will remember this one
-
reposted poetry because i used to be better at this
annh May 2020
Buttered parcels filled,
With rose hips and cinnamon;
Heartache’s antidote.

‘Only the pan knows
how the boiling soup feels.’
- Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate
Ella James Apr 2020
It swivels around me like a tornado

The bitter taste of it

Anxiety.

The kick from it

Betrayal.



How sweet it is

Leaving the pack behind

Getting to call this my own

Fresh, spicy, speciously sweet

A rib cage out of cinnamon and cigarettes.
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