DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no white the rest just black:\


reason to a reason faith held one capture
applauded reaches to fallen devils may fracture

prisoners of grace in ten hells same
on cedars that know no angel to not shame

one beat on the downtown line
once in twenty life times

stars align hailing pain
scars betrayed the blood of a shed stain

haunt a child of a pure soul no more
shadows chased for a find of bullet core

if money were on trees
then lands are leaf free

look the eye no lie
to a scratched unhidden cry

poison spreads a four feet stare
is it even of those a matter of fair

royal flushed they think a game under the rugs shipped
rushed hearts a lifeless drink on mindless sipped

ashes called out happy hour not shredded unlit
double vision as grown as useless as toxic as it

dropped corpses the live left to ache
hurt silenced been forever drowned on stake

worst of a future misery
crusted crumble like nothingness a cemetery

thunder smells
plaster lacked on dwells

I may not blurt wounds
because these things are
not nursed doomed

I know the knuckles of the cursor when I see
an everlasting torture painting smudges dancing in same place selfishly



                                                                              -------ravenfeels

And she loved all the things that tore her down.
Often left empty and alone,
she said she’s not broken.
She has flown into agonizing
fire and danced in perilous storms.
Her bond with her rhymes freed her faithful soul.

From birth until death we ply our trade
pulling anger and frustration to enslave,
save our fixation on the withering winters grave...
where we buried summer
and found our calloused hands warming on a fire
we spent hours forming in history’s funeral pyre.

If we could see above the suffering
and the internet buffering
if we could hold eternity in our hearts
and not let it get torn apart

we would see beyond the frogs well
and believe in heaven and not in hell

I just want it to be forgotten
A myth it is
A shadow in the midnight
Invisible to the eyes
Buried deep down the ground
Scary to talk about
Yes a different story it is
Without a beginning or ending
I want to celebrate it whilst hiding from the crowd
Yes I want to be all alone
Away from the people I love
A moment of silence
Shutting down myself from others
I want my birthday to be forgotten

And she laid herself down on the sand of darkness
Slowly lacing each tiny grain into pearl
Loosen yet whole
Rare yet priceless
Precious and lustrous
Enchanting and valuable

𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.
𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒑?
𝑨 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝒸ℯ𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆?

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 ጠሃነቿረቻ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅?
𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚 🅜︎🅨︎🅢︎🅔︎🅛︎🅕︎ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕?
𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 🅴︎🅽︎🅳︎ 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍,
𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 ꪑ𝓲𝘴ꫀ𝘳ꪗ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒘 b̸r̸o̸k̸e̸n̸ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎,
𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 ꎭꀤ꒒꒒ꀤꂦꈤꌚ ꪮᠻ 🄿🄸🄴🄲🄴🅂 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
f̶r̶u̶s̶t̶r̶a̶t̶e̶d̶, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

Ⓘ︎ 𝒂𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 sʍɐlɟ,
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 n̸o̸ 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆,
𝕴 ᵃᵐ ɐ f̸a̸i̸l̸u̸r̸e̸.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, an old draft from last week:>


is there really a future for this misery
a new page that heroes the plot as a decent start over apology

craves distance and knows that would be known
angel like plastic sensations to the dawn

kept on stove to be loathed into a tomorrow
for the heart to yearn for the mind to dwell for the feels to borrow

midnight skies not even there not been predicted
lulled on the moons they say so I stay anonymously protected


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels

Lost in the passage of despair and confusion,
Tangled up in the horrors of the past,
Caught in a web of endless stupor,
The unseen whirls of sombre silence,
Her silhouette blended again in dimness,
Fallen.
Faded.
...

She watches a firefly dancing
in the pretty, sorrowful darkness.
She’s a moonflower clinging to her dream,
singing songs of love and magic.
A mystical vision in the radiance of night,
in her concluding silky, passionate glide upon the deathless sky,
in her deepest grief,
some blissful dreams arise.