Violet violence, of all the purple eyes
you gave. So absolute of who you truly are,
as compared to common looks.
As in your youth, you grew up tough, fighting
yourself and the many around.
The standout in the crowd, the down under of
always being upside down.

You're sweet to some, of really the lucky few,
and the many boys trying to pick your heart,
Some of which their sweet nothings never came through.
Making you roll your eyes, as there's
this awkwardness in the room.

Your subconscious knows of someone better.
You won't find it now, but it doesn't mean you'll
wait for love forever.

It seems so hard to smile,
with all the cracks under your skin.
You're an open book, but not one to let everybody in.
Your family that uses your character in vein;
as all of their actions seems to crawl under
your skin.

Friends that somehow disappoint you constantly;
watch how you'll be taking that blame.
How things go wrong, and they're quick to call
your name.

Oh how the quiet violence, is a shade of purple.
That goes nowhere, but just in a continuous circle.
Going over your head,
as the constant jump over that hurdle.

The prettiest of the bunch, they all take a bite out of you,
and save you later for lunch.
The money you earn, goes to burn.
The successes you own, isn't yours alone.
You just wait your turn, for someone else to get
what you deserved.
It all works on your nerves.

It's all your fault for being so down to Earth.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, new poem:)

not the best lens emitted such light
delicate weathers upon previous sights
in a dived listening exile
the carry of the Earth in a swift's mile
in the blink
the week's blur and the paint's sink
raging on red sunsets
raging on yellow's pale sulfur the dreams let
the twirl of winds
on the worlds of the flipped
like in every sky
the one of the days that the one of the nights
fogs in a hurry
what's grey is the face of worry
never know if you don't see for yourself
that the clouds above this roof are the same above that shelf
not always a purple fairytale
August slipped away a coat in the cruelest detail
haven't even begun them storms
the already seen is a scare out of the norm
peace to heart
yet my mind awoke in fear from each start
these bugging times
are the times of memory loss in a hellish crime
the one sun the one full moon
how stars shine mystically reaching future's soon
and me in here as shown
tracing a map of the intuition's unknown
delusion
maybe a disguised mood before the ultimate confusion
the one month of picking up pieces
the dark is long so sleepless to the hope decreases
yet I do know that the same will return in ease and flow
been recalling that for the last two years in a row
the outer skies
now a reason to fly


                                                           ­              -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, what I wrote before comes back with a lot in store:>?


drowned in the traps of the atlantic
drawn scars so deep so dark so pathetic
dried the river made the wounds stitched them fast
why is this the billionth time that I've sworn the last?
shut my heart and silenced the beats erasing the bullet's shot
for the mind to mock me with a twist of the plot

like a sweet candy
brought the purples out of the fancy
the recurring reoccurs
the sixth written on a stone of hers
risk the whole day on one wish
slowing your life is a crime of selfish

its like I'm begging the tick of the night
with the devil a reunite
for the love for the sake
no space left much in me to uptake
for the love for the sake
I plead an another no matter the hurt it makes

drum roll before
I give up and close that door
because that would be the day
I **** the only thing that makes me stay
these illusions trapped on the pillow
are not for the living alone future to burrow


                                                                                      -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, nice day:>


to be rich is to notice the fair from the unfair
give no judge to wisdom from the first stare
but not on the Earth thing
the brutality royal flushes and stings

now I fear
that someday that wheel is put to gear
put the cursed paper
on a thorny throne later

afraid my nose would sniff the skies
afraid my hopes would tear my early rise
afraid my greed would bury my shame
afraid my humor would be trashed in lame

not for me
a jeopardizing frisbee
my tarnished house warmer than a fancy chimney
promise my dreams in purple
faithful to myself would never be a hurdle


                                                                                       ------ravenfeels