I’m missing how it used to be
How you’d seek me out like a little puppy The sparks flying between us like fireworks Anticipation building as we engaged in conversation Then it finally happened on a steamy summer night The curiosity we had about our bedroom manners Discovered in an instant moment of gratification Our bodies tangled as mouths and tongues tasted one another But as expected things fall apart We’ve slowly morphed into distant acquaintances You pay me a visit only when you need to vent As I listen in silence about the woman you love and hate Laying wide awake in my bed Thoughts of you take me over Pleasing myself at the thought of your mouth Gifting wet kisses to that sweet spot You can’t deliver your message to my face That this short lived connection was just that Ceasing your exploration of me and my body Our association has reached its final stop
I don’t wanna be your friend anymore
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a dream one week ago:9
when that world came to an end I saw all the colors in hindsight-eyes bend cheetahs brush the graves on a pupil in the browns they fade kisses planted on necks for a goodbye imaginary mates no meet made stake on the runs cars jogging in place neon lights with no sun the packed stuff stumble on frights and screams I can't shut the hell does it mean when you're choked on fatal without a but doors abandon left sensations in scare in must breathes don't do any when opened after this disastrous dust when the world came to a salty end a smile in me shattered on no coming backs forever send -------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, souls shatter up too:}
dear heart on glass dear hands on a stance dear soul on torns dear fingers on tires dear mind on empty dear thoughts on screams dear God on the heavenly winters my pen is hindered because of the dreams I refuse to remember too hard for me to surrender to cage my fury into fonts of lavender I want them back demand the need demand the lack of the splutter of my nerves on the thrilling track can life become more lifeless than that???!!! want my body on a panic attack? or the blades to sharpen their steeps their venture to cut deep to flush the ink and stain it on keep or maybe an abandonment shut of the door they said they inclined tires no more for a feel -------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, my heart aches for the wounds:\
is it when a matter is in the faults??? the puts of the words and the spits of the secrets moon I swore the hells to I would never say loud it's like the repressed in her in her stashes her hidden ashes dancing in the rests fearing of the miss of the outs of the mists too much of bliss or not deprivation an official **** when my chest aches blessed with the silence cursed with those disgusting chaos of a waste transforms to the addicting an incredulous taste menaced to me on her fazes she spills psychotic on the egos what is this??? drown me in an ocean of misery won't matter as much of the mockery ------ravenfeels
came as a raging river I used to reach into my trusty quiver To pull out the Arrow made of honey and heal the wounds that were fresh and ****** --- Now, when sadness comes, I have no defense The quiver was lost and it made no sense Now my wounds are sore and bleeding That honeyed Arrow was an arrow fleeting...
The verbs in this poem used to be in present tense when I wrote the poem and it was only four lines...
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I can go on forever:|
what if the worst I can't know anymore what these fingers are capable are core what if the blurs are getting to a hold not even sure how I put that to the bold what if I'm not here at all still the same but number for the height of the fall what if the tomorrow awaits no flesh no dark the evermore I wrote is a fade is an invisible mark ------ravenfeels
There’s a small voice screaming.
Begging. Crying. It sits on the floor, Legs pressed to its chest Screams. Blood starts to run down its arms, Never did I notice. How could I miss such detail. It’s dying. Begging for its life. Hoping for another chance. But it never would. The deed is done.
Today was the day, she stopped caring. Recklessness invades and it’s time to listen.
Is this it?
Is this missing piece The dancing in the rain, The everfading pain, Is this it? Oh for what is this new feeling that I didnt realize I missed, And the feeling of what it's like to be kissed Oh the joy Is this it? The end of the puzzle The end of the search The end of the pain This is it isn't it? This is happiness
To dom, xoxo
I wonder if I don’t text you first
If I don’t call you first If I don’t message you first Will you keep talking to me? I wonder if I don’t start every conversation If I don’t make an effort Will you still be in my life? Being the one to always start I wonder what would happen If I simply chose not to be the first. How long would it take you? To call me, To text me, To find where I am? Would you notice if I never came back I never called you again I never made my presence known? Sitting here alone Day after day I wonder Would you really care if… … … … … … I never came back…?