i dream of oceans and half moons;
lips against my ear, whispering empty promises; hidden power dripping between the scars; forever tattooed on my body; in the end, i sigh as i finally, finally fully bloom; no longer a mystery.
I'd like to say i'm doing better
That i'm being productive or feeling good But mostly i just feel tired And think about seeing them again I had a dream about them last night I decided one day to just fly out and visit them Seeing them again was surreal Like eating after starving for days Or breathing after choking for so long We embraced and i felt my heart stutter My smile bright like moons And for a while i was drunk on their presence Wanting to only be with them And thus spurred a realization within me I love them More than anything i love them Platonic, romantic, neither It doesn't matter I love them This is all i know
this must be more than just care
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
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, waste before you taste cries:\
holding me this way never thought id never wanna leave -------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, life is a bliss in hell:}
your letters spits I never want to breathe forever knuckles you shoved into my back again never but things may trail things may leave may dust aiming for the swoons in my appeals an everlasting lust skies upon the blues and the purples they stain dances on seven hells of moons to remain notes on ears on papers in the awake heart and soul bared no more here at a paling so called stake brushes braided in the befores on this night on this day -------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, colors are the reason we're alive---at least for me;>
purple purple in my mind forced hurdled been scraped on my timeline been worn on my curves fine yes the archer in the water associated stupid but for the imagination to retake it on those eyes that looked into my defenses affection in the caresses of my defined tenses rather than that of the skies illuminated on beach or hairs on backs so hard to bleach now I see clearly nothing but the signs that come freely butterflies that I hate secret narrows walls already painted threatening arrows already loving for them hollows -------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, our reality is covering the stashes of our unrealistic fantasies:}
take me away wherever you say I am prone to your plead and dismay hold me tight under the bright just where we are undercover out of the hideous sights pull me another and linger on me and my covers for what will you deprive me of your taste of winters and your shine of summers ------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just random stuff to share from my notes:>
twinkle twinkle in my head a fairy tumbling into my bed on a quest to the escape trips the feet laughter spread wide on the concrete hidden from the unseen yet for the magic to appear a glisten from afar not near holds before the gone before the adventure or the run silenced on trickles of embraces tattooed to the lips in drips from those chases unfunded to the dimples of the backs of the faces to a welcoming of a nation a whole new legacy a creation symphonies to my ears an incredulous fascination I rather the harmonious dancing pleasantries that bring the chaos and back the pastries not of cakes not of candy of memories in a twist in a frown the enchantment betrays and drowns the lover into a fictional immortality the kind that sweeps from reality to the hands of seconds on the visual symbols of conspiracy flustered by snow into margins drunk on the laws of penalty and the encounters of past familiarity hums into the heights smoothed frights bet you a comeback in the final scene the again everlasting so called calamity not even knowing the costs or the price hence on the steps they wise an adornment so pure so nice simple for a ball unique for a fall on the toilet wall and the myth in the hall -----ravenfeels
She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath a scintillant moon. Why do boys lie so - inveigling fabrications - hoping to impress? Why interlace fibs, when, from first sight, she had longed for his carnal lips? Now doubts danced - as if evil spirits were called and asked to watch, and gloat. "I can't talk to you again," she said, "after all - you’re a stranger." She doubted he cared - she doubted everything, like she had a soiled heart.
What's worse than finding out you've been lied to - tricked?
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like a crescent moon bleating in shrouded light the warm kiss evaporates on fluttering moons I hold you close, and whisper secrets to your scars so long love
this was a poem about something that happened to me, its really deep and your welcome