𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕦𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤..
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥..

A gaze.
A silver line between
love
and terror.
A silver line of contentment,
of complacency,
of humdrum mediocrity.

A gaze,
too afraid to gaze
lest we acquaint ourselves
with gold
or bronze.
Too egocentric,
too self defeating.
A silver line of contentment,
of complacency,
of humdrum mediocrity.

A silver safety belt,
clip the lines,
halt the grinds,
lest we acquaint ourselves
with loving gold,
or terrifying bronze.
Lest we stray
from the silver line,
the safety belt,
of contentment,
of complacency,
of humdrum mediocrity.

Lest we stray,
forever shall we stay.
A silver gaze,
humdrum days.
Neither here, nor there,
forever
and perpetually,
'ere'.
A gaze.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I'm well aware that nothing makes sense, including this poem :>

content is not something we give consent
you hold your pen yet the ink spills as it pleads
you are a walker of blood yet it sheds out when cut & bent
you have a brain yet the tongue blurts out the feels

content is not something we color
just an acceptance of the past
just a canvas you get to paint with limit bother
good for a day then a memory till it lasts

the kiss of a palm forehead & cheek
drafts in my head just to render a sleep
some greed never fed or a satisfaction to meet
yellow till it goes mustard & a shade deep

the saving of a night that would save the day
it's like it's gold but you're swallowing the sand?
the desperation for a treasure at some bay
how would I even find content when out of the hand?


                                                         ­                         --------ravenfeeels

I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that ill be laid out in the meditterian
sea with the water hugging me
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that my heart is gold and titanium
and that I will never again know the lows that I've known
instead, I can just float
float away
swim away to a better place
one not plagued with flawed structures
one not filled with hungry vultures
always looking for their next ****, their next meal
but maybe it's just our culture, to ****
maybe these seeds of hope will
save me from this desolate land
grant me a benevolent man
so I plant my seeds again

Rddrddpatpatpat.
~~~~~
Dear heart of Gold
let me know it's you I pleed.
What a deep blue sea and devil
to not know so I can freely point my need to you for I  know you would help and I really don't mind
your contempt at this late time.
I survived on the measure of people's contempt without provocation by means of jealousy envy and malice from every one on my path
I learned to spit it all out
to not to end up as them a hater,
without chooing all their hatred I kept all my teeth still missing wisdom molars and one other.
My last treasure is my mental and physical health which I treasure.
I don't use nor abuse bad habits
of any kind, but I am in a pit of
lack and homelessness.
Please dear abundance build me an abode as you once desired to do so.
R.D D.
Patpatpatpat.
I NEED YOU ITS TIME.
~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba.
11-2021.USA.