There's something unsettling
about this feeling of loving hopelessly.

My toes
are constantly ready to push off and
dive into a pool that's empty.
It holds no water or promise,
but I get up and jump
again and again.
This is what  reparable souls are made of
Magic, drunken thoughts, and bravery all wrapped in delicate skin.

My mother has warned me
of this feeling before.
and how it ends in tissues and stitches.
But I call her and urge her indiscretion
to my father and her emotions.

I crave the feeling of feeling stuck in your gut,
where your body aches but it’s
wrapped in silk sheets.
Feelings
that consume my mind wholly, constantly, agonizing and yet
I stand on the diving board
ready to crash again.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, are we really alive-or on hope for?:>

I feel like the lunatics must be
the superiors in life from you and me

all of these roundabouts on the way
seems like a price for not being ones that we pay

how in the planets do them know that we are the sane?
how in the universe do them define what absurd to them as insane?

I'm not ought in this humanity to believe in vain
that what we lack is a disgrace to the hearts in pain

violins know how to play to me a menace
like for the haters who disrespect on block of distaste they penance


------ravenfeels

Its not love on which the strongest Foundations are built,
Its the decency of Merciful Lies,
That are buried deep in our hearts,
Bound! never to peek or pry through our meek
Withered Hearts.

loneliness. dark. shadows all around.
these are all parts of  a broken heart
a corner. a carpet. a tisue tor my tears
thats the place where everything just disappears
a love. an enemy. a friend.
all seams to be just a lie in my head
a book, an empty page, a pair of eyes
when everything around slowly dies
a mind, a soul and just a heart
all waiting for a new start
to be alone, to have no one, to die in silence
all without love passion not even violence
to stay forever in your mind
to not know how to be kind
to die every day multiple times
even to break apart sometimes
but nobody has eyes for that
they only see their reflexion through the window
and you ll always be just what they know

where am I? where am I going?
it s hard to say. I am running from the dark, 'cause it scares me, and the Light is just trying to blind ME.
I live in a world where Black and White are all a person like ME can feel, all a person like me can see.
I can't feel colours, cause shades are not a part of my heart.
My soul is concrete,
Just the light and the darkness that are sleeping in my mind, my heart, my soul.
It is hard to find another one like me but that s what a traveller is made for.
To find the light in the darkness, and the dark that's resting in the light.
Like the stars in the night and the shadows in the light.
These must be parts of a soul, broken apart waiting to find eachother.
But they need help.
From me.
From you.
From us.
'Cause who could be able to fix the broken if not the broken ones?
Who'd be able to match the light of a star with the shadow of its own if not us, the ones who' d been broken so many times that the count has already lost a milion tears

Choose Love over Fear.
Choose Love over Fear.

How do I know which one is which?
Can I choose fear and love actively together?

My daunting question is,
Can I lose myself due to love?

Well, my dear.
Do not listen to your fear.

The Universe notices bravery
when you take a leap
in love,
and trust yourself.

That is, what she awaits for you.
For what ever decision you make,
to trust yourself.

The Universe hears you,
but she is waiting for you to listen.

To stop asking everyone around,
for the answers you seek within.

Listen to your inner knowing.

To trust.
To choose love.
To Be brave,
and you will not be disappointed
in what awaits.

When you trust yourself,
and act in love,
Love only expands from here,
my darling.