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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, in the middle the summer:]

one day
the twentieth of June knows no shame
comes back every year to call your name
breathes winds repressed in lungs forever
spits storms and yes in the middle the summer

seasons gloom
ashes are doomed
tears are pooled
in silence to float me the fool
dreams to a mercury's foot crumble
to awaken dark on a frowning stumble

a symphonious long
when hands twirl a touch
not you and me
in the song
ever alone crimed
that thing I called a one time
a sixth when parted lines

                                                         ­                                 -------ravenfeels
It’s always hit or miss with you
Sometimes you can catch fire in my heart but some days you can also just burnt out just as fast.
I fell for you so fast with all these feelings
Will this  end up like a car crash ending?

Like that one song I heard on the radio
I don’t need no more friends.
Forever kicking myself asking am I doing the right thing?

Tell me that I’m wrong? Crushing each one of my feeling down because I don’t deserve anything.

I said my eyes fell in love
That’s true in-fact it was love at first site
It’s hard to admit the fact that I have genuine feelings.
Without getting hurt or disappointed
How did I let my heart fall in love
There’s no way I’ll live through this one.

It’s been awhile now been waiting for so long
Hoping you’d come around .
I thought that you’d of realised that I’m here for the long run.
So why am I still waiting?
Is it selfish that I want you all to myself?
Is it awkward to tell you that I think of you all the time?
And really wish you’d where here with me.
D. Reynolds sang, "I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you,"
You have become a wonderful person now,
Just can’t fathom why I can’t stop remembering you
I can't escape it unless you show me how,

Writing letters , writing poems,
Promises saying I'll take you to the spotlight,
You know you said I give meaning to your life,
Yeah, the world does not feel so bright,
Tryna hide my demons, tryna show off my pride,
Just wanna hold your hand and show you the sunlight.

Flashbacks in front of my eyes,
Dan also sang that,"that's where my demons hide,"
Even though this pain, these lies, This is all for you,
But burdening this has brought my demise,

don't want to hide the truth,
But if I die, I want us to die together,
Won't lie I want it to last forever,
And now someone met you,
Thinking you are special,
Broken pieces is gonna be my end.
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, if your sun is shinning; my moon is rising:>

bet you once that was my aim
in vain right now what a stupid shame
my mother still loves all the dears you see
betraying my path doesn't betray my home or me
even if the future remains unknown
that 'so be it' reading made myself clear and shown
sun brushes can't harm me anymore
because the dark you call a liar is my amore
mock me hiding behind my classic rhyming
well I'm taught respect  
even when bold my so called mundane writings
and *******

I bet you're #$@&%! other girls
who don't brush ***** out their curls
the type that rides santander bikes and
can't fall for people their mate likes, who
play piano when they say they will,  
and write about romantic things, like walking tightropes
blowing glass or #$@&%
! in your room in spring

I bet you read to them in Latin, bet
they think you're chatting... utter #$@!
and that there's fairy lights above their beds
where you've cuddled all their friends,
it's almost poly, am i wrong? platonic head, you all get on
yes, and they sing
and look like disney when they're close
they're milkmaids, pornstars, near divine
no plasters needed, they shave fine
I bet he'd love to #$@& them too,
because they're handy with their hands,
they have craft tables or play the bass in some punk band
and when they go to galleries they understand
why some artists are grouped with others when
to me it's all whatever, i'll see them all whatever

oh and bless! their kisses mean things
and mine are ill-thought-out and grime
they remind you of the time, with me it's always getting late...
i'm an r/truecrime date-  ​
i think that dahmer's in my teeth
not great for someone scared of meat...

and when you, when you, when when, when, um, i

i bet you're #$@&%*! them and more,
i bet he'd love to do it too,
his ice clear veins like Finnish waters
your endless thirst for Athens' daughters
but i don't really want to know,
don't need you randomers to call;
no cigar shops, sketchpad summer,
not the clash or prop-up vogues
what i really need is sunlight
and myself
i miss her most
this was a rant in poem form and i thought it'd be funny to use symbol swearing to make it look more interesting, use your imaginations (though it did turn some stuff italic aha)
i feel miles better
Raven Feels Jun 13
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never been more frustrated for not remembering a dream:_(

deja vu brought to view
even better this time that was like the twisted flu

an erase my system moonlighted on me frustrate to repeat
sunset a truck corner an autumn lasting in the backseat

forget that the ocean sailed and orange witches golden
a town of ancient camps imagined clean desires and broken

any subconscious stubborn to hold on inner fantasy?
cause me can't reach a fulfill a journey come to and ending duality

violet unaware a desire everlasting bel air
do dreams come true flasher in sharp not matter mere???

bare me the renaissance a century in ancestry fading memory far  
pieced in my head puzzled mad realization aiming stars

magnetism the hell it means dungeon and dilemma bolds
sharp steeps deepen the voices  running struggles put to the sold

Raven Feels Jun 13
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, mind block not really posting a lot these days;-|

keeping now foot on gas
paining away drowns on piles

stashing upon jokes on types
watching with characters on hope

leaving before fall on love
starring because stars on align

dancing to listen on piano notes
writing for heart on no rhyme

muteD Jun 12
A fiery pit
is blossoming inside of
my chest.
Where my heart
used to reside
no longer resides
a place capable of any
Hate slithers in
like the first rays
of sunlight
on a Sunday morning
consuming me before I even open my eyes.

and I’m finding out
that the only way to
silence the voices in my head
is to scream my own voice raw
and drown them out.
bubbling up like a volcano
on the cusp of erupting
is every penny I’ve ever collected.
holding the memories of what
could never be again.

I’m not sure what
I hate more.
How you made me feel
or myself?
Gary Cuming Jun 11
Thunder roars through the empty halls
Lost, forbidden, in the dreams of the dead
Desolation descends to answer the call
Of petulance, compunction and dread

The horror of the night, haunts the moon
As it shines on the blackness of life
Earth disembowelled by all it consumes
Distorting truth, fouling Gods paradise

Death reigns hard, as love is defiled
His cloak bleeds a bleakness entire
The light of the world, left broken, beguiled
Transformed to filth, desperation, to fire
From being a sturdy soul that never felt anything
To becoming a frail filament of glass that breaks on every feeling aroused on hearing the rhythm of her voice or the sound of her name.
She became the very thing I fear.
She keeps haunting me on all the days and
She kills me over by stealing my heart on all my nights.
Oh what I wouldn't give to get rid of her memories from my incessant mind and futile heart.
My Love for you was all that I Had and when I realized I lost you I understood I would never love again, No matter where I go or what I do, I will never go back to the person I was. You ripped me off the very thing that I lacked and left me here to ponder over all the things that we could have been.
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