DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes strangers can become the holders of our deepest secrets:>
awaited so long so vast to confess a blurt out a must say that my hopes came to the ultimate settle to the unspoken overwhelm of this May hurdled in my lap like a shiny relief anticipation hidden doors under that rag to a whole new brilliant creation never have I ever came to express to redeem a share in a chaotic crowd in a room for that daemon monster flare bare me the tears been shed been dear on the angel on that blanket that saint of the painful don't get this wrong it was a cry of surreal of a friendship that I dreamt of a cherish for those pure souls to come to an emotional peel ------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I stopped for a glare--then regretted the unfair:)
up on high still feels they glide inflicted on the mind no fear no mercy in the blinding neon stinging light already alone summoned my end no upon that seat I nursed I wish to bend look for far in the eyes that chaotic that ray a crowd I leave in its uneven may on my finger tip a better fate for them to sit ------ravenfeels
The crowd always controls you
and you will feel lonely because you do not know who you are.
Indonesia, 12th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
we each walk our paths, many did not find theirs
rushing here and there, heeding voices and examples the company of others comforting but void and without you becoming the whole is marred
I can't help but
search for you in every crowd even when i know you're thousands of miles away
Her last glimpse of me
Is of the dark tones of my shirt Smudged into the shades Of a busy crowd.
In the crowd, I feel alone.
The eyes looking at me - They pierce through to my bone. In them looks, I see their raw thoughts. In the crowd, I feel alone. The hands that reach for me - No longer do I trust. For every time I reached out, they were but a mere mirage. In the crowd, I feel alone. The words they say - Their praises bounce off like raindrops on a gamp Yet their criticisms - they stink me like a bee. In the crowd, I feel alone. Each time, a battle of them v/s Me- I feel their weapons; I feel my adrenaline rush Yet I am the only one on the battle field. The battle rages on somewhere within me.
who belonged to this heart
beating all alone alone in the middle of a crowd was it a he or she how can you tell when striped of all protection all coverings gone and naked among the masses we can tell that this heart is alone invite the heart to join in and welcome its independence we all need we all need to belong Brian Hill - 2020 # 229