DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, quit smoking it is very bad;}


drags of sorrow in the remained smokes fade into the air

greeted with lies and faked lines


                                                                                       ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, night or day??? :


in the late night his touch ignites a missed touch of his love


                                                          ­                  -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some questions are never answered---they are floating in space scrapes till now:\


who are you?

where are you?

are you there?

you still there?

your staggering blues begged

for my attention in the shackles of chaos

now what?

where are you gone?

call me right on the phone?


                                                                                     ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, keep on writing---FOREVER:>


held in the captives of the sculptor

cherished in the arms of the cursor

chained in the locks of the resentment

braided in the sands of the ocean flare

stranded in the lands of malignity

betrayed in the tears of wanting need

loved in the daemons of my lies


                                                                                  ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, that was the final part of this small-short-story;}


She unveiled a cashmirizing elegance to an appealing eye

She revealed her dim soul trusting the open hands

She carried her legs to the ground stepping out of her territory

She abandoned her angels and demons just to forget her fears

She tethered her sun to her moon

for that mesmerizing feeling he whispered into her ear  



                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is the last part before the end of my small-short-story in a poem form---I really hope you enjoyed it!!!;>


For him she would shatter her walls

For her he would still his fires

For him she would welcome affection despite her dilapidated gates of suffer and grief

For her he would ignore his prideful ego to protect her from his blazing flames

For him she would confess her feels of want and need

For her he would confess his feels of want and need

Before the waves would carry their lover afar from the shallow end



                                                                                    -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, people are not what we want them to be:>


What makes him so intense

What makes him so mad that the clench of his jaw shapes him

What makes him so stiff that  his gesture of amusement  softens his infuriating rage

What makes him so confused that the irritate demeanor longs for more rather than ease

What makes him so wild that his nerves pace with tire of need

What makes him so boisterous that the favor of calmness portrays his body

That his ice breaks offering her the aspiring warm from his heat



                                                                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pens can express when the tongue can't:}


What makes her so different

What makes her so quiet yet her silence flowing a million words

What makes her so dark yet the room in her presence shines

What makes her so desperate yet her eyes  hopeful for savior

what makes her so inert yet the  sweat on her screams excite

What makes her so sad yet her way of fidgeting is fighting a smile

Yet she manages to fuel him

with a sift of need for more of her fascinating enchantment



                                                                        ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we live for moments that will sweep us of our feets:>


And her pupils dilate betraying her detachment

She senses his invading into the crowd

She drips to her feet in confusion and curiosity

about that mysterious gleam adhering her

She tries to ignore but couldn't help

She yearns for the ocean eyes

She finds herself tensing to the touch of his gaze

that trickles a striking chill down her shoulders to her lower spine

And she melts with lust and entice



                                                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a savior is not always a him---it can be a life situation that enlightens yours darks and guides you through the way;}


In a blink of an eye he spots her

Her captivating beauty in her damaged soul

Her reviving presence in her urge of nonexistence

Her blazing innocence in her burn lit cape

Her eye stark hidden in her dim look

Her charm in her thunder strikes

Her deprivation in her held breathes

In a blink of an eye he spots her from afar in a room of beasts


                                                                            ------ravenfeels