DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, have a great July!


goodness is virtue
rage is essence when realization is new
hearts entrenched
them those called sensations melted a bench

memories tainted in dark
reminiscent somewhere in the background park
violins ached for the winter sky
on a hope it would just snow the ghosted July

their flesh burnt
mercurial whispers churned a hurt
dilapidates already fallen
feels of away returned from the stolen

wise in me I confess
to not believe a belong is a bless
visions confuse
perplexed deprived of a twinkle muse

my pen writes
then paper welcomes once and thrice
orchestra chimes
in time to spill the wine

                                                                                           ------ravenfeels

Met her out in public, she had accepted me
Allowing her vibes to feel the best of me
Asking me a few questions, highly interested in me
Placing her walls down, getting closer to me
Leaving extra clothes at my home, feeling comfortably  
She’ll be trying to move in, getting more use to me

Wasted time and money on fake leaders  cause they got the best of me
All of my uncles help me back on my feet when they started investing in me
Gave all of the women and cousins praise for always protecting me
This black life is far worst than easy
Jump in the fire, feel these flames with me

Pray today death don’t stand next to me
Don’t place that on my worst enemy
But enemy watch how you address me
I’ll disrespect you respectfully
Don’t ever try to play with my worth
Or these holy hands will replace your legacy
Put your attitude to bed restfully
Give your demeanor a new remedy

Life and sins have been compromised
Depression is heavily energized
Swing my temple here side-to-side
Given will power, I can’t associate myself over this thing called suicide
On this battlefield, fighting with myself, trying to not make Jesus cry

Poet is he who

Transcribed this verse

He who saw the nature

He who touched the sky

He who felt the birds

He who heard the river

He who tasted this Earth.

I can't write a word
Or even pickup a pen
I wish I had hands