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Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, feel with others and make them understood:->


in her feels not mine to be

in her exclamations a secret to the seeking  havens I see

just from the beginning

I confess I blurt must

bring respect to hands of dust

undone by the noise

maybe breathed to the wrong soils

for me to you its a pathetic muse

for you to me its a phenomenal---an interlude

wrapped around a neck a tormenting noose

for the lines might be altogether attached

yet by the hearts ultimately snatched

yet the pieces left broken

swept under the deeps of the rug gone unspoken

strangling up to the muffled tears

been shed been dear

even when life is brought to its feet

still bound to magnetize

she drugs our feels

your moons---a blessing in a demon to the darks

not a silver not a golden not a dime a ricocheting stark

painted on ceilings

are you an angel haunted by the devils???

seems like God is unfair

sorting mindlessly things just for hearts to rebel

a past life you wish you could speak of you may

from them those of the brutal realizes to draw out through the way

disguised on the pretends

you pay

so **** miserable for me to digest to decay

what about you the owner

of a curse everyday???

believed to be a sad sad serenade

just from the no ending

where I await a second

I confess I blurt I must say


                                                           ­                      ------ravenfeels
Eslam Dabank Mar 2021
Bigoted devouts restrain the tide of enlightenment,
Holding in the scriptures but releasing interpretations,
Folding in the gospels, and putting a leash on nations,
Molding with fictitious to-be empires, but remaining in the same stations,
Scolding if off the told people thought, pledging salvation,
Lording with deceit, triviality, naivety - creating crumbling generations.
A lie was for our misery the foundations.

Cherry red blood is spilled, to reach the cherry red wine,
Recited the defiled with agendas in the people's shrine;
Where they forget they are mud, not the divine,
Where they ignore that they are to teach not to define.
Where they are to manifest ataraxia not after false victories dine.
The corrupt stay behind, and send the innocent to the frontline.

Believing is easier than thinking,
Hearing is easier than reading.
We blame ourselves, not that who caused the drought,
We curse ourselves, not that who ignited the blackout.
Relaxing is easier than risking,
Sleeping is easier than sobering.
On each other, not the responsible, we shout,
We have been building for our own fallout.

Today, you are either right or left,
To them, the left are not right,
To us, the right, us, has left.

Today, politics triumphed over religion,
leading humanity to bend towards chaos;
The chaos following the dead peace pigeon.
Prophets would be ashamed if they saw us.
Prophets would be ashamed of how they sew us.

Mankind, not history, repeats itself;
Then, Jesus was crucified for preaching the truth on a cross,
Now, whom the truth sees lament receives – orders "the boss".
Revelation was their gain but living was their loss.
kier Mar 2021
one day ill lay beneath the flowers
my soul blossoming outwards,
only to be compressed by the soil.
once more rejected, failing to love...
poor little me, won't know what else to do..!
but tear into themselves,
crying for all of eternity...
but they say that tragedy is a beauty,
which is why the flowers blossom
over my pitiful grave.
and isn't it funny...?
laughable almost,
to be the source of your own misery
I wish I could sleep,
do anything but think,
About all the ways this year
Is already at the brink,
We could sink.

But we could also
swim or fly or
parachute down a mountainside.
I do not care to weigh,
all the times I cried.

And I tried,
To feel all the pain
that lives inside,
it resides so close,
to all the important parts,
of me.

And I can see,
looking through looking glass,
I cannot live stuck
in the past,
Alas.

This too shall pass!
Pass on to that
Good ship Misery,
and with a little wizardy,
and a bleeding liturgy,
our pain, shall too,
Be history.
Wrote this last year before the pandemic hit, it's been stewing for a while.
Andrej Barovic Mar 2021
Again, woefully awoken
In this bed, with heart broken
A fading love has left a token
That lies heavy on the soul
And of it, I am the source
Curs'd with sadness and remorse
Starring glaringly into the walls
Reminiscing the times of old
I cannot help but weep
To into love’s madness slip
Pray God to let me her keep
Thinking: "Son thou thy love hast sold."
Entrap’d within that thought
I like any other would’ve ought
Say: "Th’ final battle is to be fought
On the heav'nly fields of gold"
And on those fields gleaming
Stands she brightly seeming
And as the stars godly beaming
Divine light upon my stones
Though there be nought but night
Perpetual and of devilish might
And only a daemon in my sight
"‘Tis all but fantasy," I am told
A lying wretch I cry out
And find myself in endless drought
Stuck inside a world of doubt
Was there truly a time before?
Is my mind too far astray
Have I truly lost my way?
Will, I ever again see the day
Where her lips I can behold?
Cerasium Feb 2021
I’m starting to forget what it feels like to be happy
The only time I’m happy now is around one person
But that one person doesn’t acknowledge me like I do them
And it hurts me so bad that I want to scream

I love this person with all my heart
I pray for their safety and well-being
When they don’t answer their phone I get worried
And my paranoia runs rampant

I wish they could see how much they mean to me
If only I was good enough for them
If only I wasn’t so dysfunctional
If only I could be happy all the time

It feels like they don’t know just how I feel
That my feelings for them aren’t true
Or that I just want to use them
But what they don’t see is when they aren’t with me

I crave their presence
I wish for them to be near
I long for their touch
I long for their kiss

I need them
I feel incomplete without them
And it brings nothing but misery
And it’s slowly killing me

I long for the day they finally see me
The one that has loved them through everything
All the good and the bad
Every flaw they have

I hope they see it soon
Cause it’s getting too much to bear
This emptiness I feel
When they don’t acknowledge my love
Dianali Feb 2021
I got used to be non-worthy
All of those years
Love given to me so poorly
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