in itself amongst this atmosphere. Do you suppose, yourself extravagant in literary work Quite literally, does what you write pen your worth? Pen your feelings, grow out those many ideas. Bury your fears. Decorate all of your words, give them all something beautiful to read. Are you right with your writings, when the ink is dry? The stories your fingertips hold, that only your words can show. Flowery words, a beautiful purple Rose. All that we express, more than the emotions upon our face. Elaborate scent of treasures and worth, poets who pen Purple Prose.
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, not in the right place these days:|
gods of my hells and heavens up in the believed skied I swear no more a hold on to the moon no in me I lied don't blame me I tried my best for myself to save me but those loves in the nights are making me hope and long those of hugs and promises them people give me I yearn I wrong I get so high to wake onto a fall even lost springs and summers all can't hinder a devil crawl --------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, follow your dreams or they will<3
fed up on the revolt of the real locked myself behind the dreamy doors to an an evermore of a seal I seek you on the delves of the stormy spaces it's like a universe I called came back with answers to shock faces your name I heart you speak and led lights illuminate it sparked on my heart when duty calls I fade in -------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, night or day??? :
in the late night his touch ignites a missed touch of his love -------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes a dream can flip your stage scenes and make them decorated;}
thee heavens come clean across a kiss untold unbound unseen with dismals and dears follows discretely situated from leaves unintentionally initiated things ascending to the spine nerve striking its dim its shine horizons skirt down faded feet sand permeated on fine arts been not made in a sheet to be fabulous mis-shaded like my insides like my pen slides been piled overshadowed been dark uninvaded she beauty on the purples majestic manipulated are them those of these the things you can see not face it I saw the heavens I saw the hells water colored wet come to a collision I say come compensated on highs and lows rays of foes impossible converge a split second for me an undeniable to the invisible feet sand permeated on fine art I name it ****** by the devils by the angels sacred for me in my selfish kingdom my so called salvation a place my nights breathe annihilation even better than them those sent in that teleportation mere those moments of gazes scrapes buried for future destination on the whites of my imagination left to my unconsciousness a decision a piece of my mind an official declaration a moon arose from the dead to my incarnation not await for another I state a once and for all deprivation despite the lunar bothers something for me I owe no explanation moon me so light so bright so dim so dark to the bits of the ends of the marks the places I cant reach they afar stay there but stay near to me my moon my fear ------raven feels
Lying in a blossom field
on the grass between lavenders The sun is shining right on me while a breeze is touching purple royal flowers tender. A heavy scent is in the air Ascending up to heaven I close my eyes pretend to sleep while being quite enchanted. With you lying here next to me tenderly caressing cheeks I am in lovers heaven. Shell✨🐚
Lavender color of the royals, lavender rose the flower for enchantment.
You are not a wolf, my sweet.
You are not all that’s wrong with your world. You are not the silver bullets your fingertips let slip away, you are not the knife at her throat. You, my darling, are a prince in disguise. You, my dear, are the bloodied rabbit who wriggled your way from the fox. You, my love, are the villain who escaped the prison of your own imperfect poison. You are the laughter I feel on my lips. The cracked song of a crinkled French lullaby. The memories of a duet passed down through the ages. You are the pain in between my heartbeats. The open door after a wave of tears. A bandage that will only separate from a soul after a lifetime of picking. You are the sweet, sugary lies I could only hope to believe. The maze I long to get lost in. The fountain which clings to my youth. The fairytale I choose to believe. You are tied to the girl who fell at your hand. You traded a wrinkled suit in order to join her in within the stars. A crown of gold for the shine of a barrel. You are tied to the girl whose blood matches yours. The girl whose purple flowers you’d never trade for the twinkling power of another’s eyes. A hero in denial with other matters at hand. You are tied to the girl whose future lies in between the pages of a story. The girl who ran into the woods leaving your soul empty as the blackest of nights. You are not an angel. You are far from a demon.
Totally not based on a Wattpad book. (Y'all go read Expiration Date)
A sky in purple hue!
Of turnips, roots, and green! A purple-starred tree-blowing veil! The stars in sky not black or mean! And piercing winds that eat sinew, That sheds the sky in fabric leaves; I couldn't more describe this night Its colours awe as I inscribe!