i ripple
with each touch
from your fingertips
in constant motions
that glide
hover against my skin
i tremble before you
goosebumps litter my flesh
and yet you say
you're not a god
but your eyes tell me otherwise
each pupil holds the sun and the moon
in warm pools
and with each flutter from your downcast lashes
paints my waters in glints of gold.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy day:}


a born man
is a free man
yet somehow
is living in slavery on a timed boiling pan
is a deaf slave to a throne of what can't do and what can
is a blind king on his throne to the people's command
is a mute reigning with silence to speak up to his land
is a ******* to stop chaos with one stand
is living in the darkest poles denying the sun's shake of hand
and with all that he is still a free man

                                                                ­     ------ravenfeels

I'm the moon
who's formed from debris.
without light of the sun,
I'm just a dark permanent natural satellite,
who give no light to people at night.

Moon is up, stars are out, lighting up the night sky...
i see your face through the window trace and i want it too,
oh you see, it is me and you, whenever you're in doubt i'll always be there to catch you when you fall, so tell me now, tell me then, i will always be with you till the end, sing me a song about how long our loves gonna last.

Moon is up, and sun is down, never again will you be without,
every night it's dark outside, when i'm lonely i always count our memories through the stars, that you will see me and I will see you again.
cause whenever you're in doubt i'll always be there to catch you,
there to be with you and hold you, oh.
Times of change and we fall out of place,
but the only thing that will ever remain,
is the love in my heart,
love in my heart
for you....
always.

Driving, late, the air is close, the wet contingent of molecules
Gathering across my cheeks, under my eyes.
A dog as white as the moon
Streaks across the road like a fallen star
Sirius descending to earthen night
caressed by a woolen fog, carded by sleepy winds.
The shattered carcass of a bird
crops up from the asphalt
I swerve, leaning against the inertia
the hare's heart spike of my own pulse.
There is a softness to the dark
these small scenes of ghostly death,
a solitude in the hem of night
That somehow feels safer
Than day’s garish glare.