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Man Apr 27
timber
down falls the old growth
to be cut to pieces

tumbles
dropped into the ropes draped
towering, it is now laid to rest

down
the forest floor becomes a new bed
dread before, what comes next
Raven Feels Apr 4
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, name yours---;}


it is like I am waiting

waiting for those arms that would pull me out

it is like I am longing

longing for the past to find its way back

it is like I am fainting

fainting for a fake and a caring tear

it is like I am surviving

surviving cause it is too late to take a turn to let go

it is like the getting

getting of the cold in the bed of the tire in my head

and the pieces of glassed blood that is shed

it is like those breathless moments are taking

taking me down down down


                                                                                 -----ravenfeels
What if the world was full of good people.
Would it be different?
As we all are good at something,
would it mean anything?

The way they hurt you is also the way
they show love to someone else.
Can you judge them?
Why is it like that then.

Unlucky people who meet you at a time,
You show them how to climb,
Then they hit you, falling down,
Shouldn't it be other way around?

You are scared to show them now
Because you fell ******* the ground.
But it will never change.
Put down your guard.

You are scared to know,
They won't.
They won't be the only ones.
Because world is full of sons,
Who will be your low.
You and I,
We were walking on the moon.
Not even gravity could bring us down.

Not a care in the world,
It was just us two.
Crash landing,
Home bound
Was the last of what we wanted to do.
Couldn’t keep up any promises
Each one had its own stress
Each one messed up parts of me
Like the heart’s beating
Around an empty guilt
Allotting an awful feeling
Eventually I stuffed it all down and deep
But it acquired me an absurd satisfaction
And it pushed me hard somewhere…
Somewhere down and deep.
As legs hang on rusty hinges
the strides of doorways
lesser long

wisdom crisps its palms 
up to the hearths of winter
on walks

Older finds joy 
watching little jelly movers
under the snowy leaves 
of autumn's fall

There is freedom 
in holding back;
experiencing exuberance
perched high in cedar
witnessing the now moments
of a uranian world
from a fifth dimensional view

Knowing that Love
sourced from the heart
affects the observed
just as true.
The Spiritual benefits of moving into the slow lane
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