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Raven Feels Jun 20
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, once in October-----<>

once in fallen October
a yellow far than closer
maybe more red than what smells older

steps flashback to my death
when I tried to find my swept breath
maybe ten seconds left my world in mess
at the train station
still lost in words desperation
maybe why I yearn today even for hurt in fascination
broken feels hold
immortal memories remain unfold
maybe ringing phones would again shiver me in cold

in your stare
felt like I was there
maybe letters I missed from gazes tripping down the stairs
backs embrace
more than a lover's torn trace
maybe how sometimes I forget your face
when I swear to get rid to not show
my heart stops acting in slow
maybe longs paled my color once upon a time ago

never mine
older than wine
maybe a one tasted moment time
drained my soul and called me helplessly
see you living selfishly
maybe all in my head in hope of the real of my fantasy

maybe the don't leave was a mumble created
maybe honey drips cut like knives invaded
maybe sweet carries of lots an essence when devastated

Raven Feels May 3
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happiness is a butterfly--not me who said that;•>

maybe I'm jealous

a little bit over the line than rebellious

that that me has got the glory of the dreamy night

where my me has got a hell day of a bore with no light

the await tasted so bitter so sweet

unguardedly catched my heart and swept my humble feet

the disgust of the heat ran my skies famished high the green grass

train wreck on the borders scattered in a bulk in a mass

olive skinned a human bare born alive after the long

from the blues I knew I beheld I fell eyes upon

drifted on waves tattooed to that arm to that vein

a word not sure in my memory still

or maybe from before remains

Raven Feels Apr 20
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just a magical night in October that I ache for:}

when the telephone rang and his pleas sang

when the station blurred and the tables turned and the light burst

when he ran for the chase never minding the haze of desperate achieve

when he begged for the day for my beloved stay in the seconds before leave

when he refused to leave in the fight of disbelief in the fear of a disappear

when the stairs he walks to embrace the lots that we missed along the nighty watch

when he saves the gush in a surrender to his touch and an affection to my feels

Dreams of Sepia Jul 2015
eyes dart
train station waits

                      empty footsteps smartly

the bone parade

                      wiping make-up from your face
                      you're waving to eternity

                      but eternity does not wait
                      for you,

preferring preacher men

in stiff neck-collars
downing whiskeys

                              just as you leave
                              a butterfly dies

& newspapers the next day
print an article about the extinction

of a rare species
& the train station waits

Teenage Mess Mar 2015
I stood there waiting for what seemed like eternity.

Right there
Where I was supposed to be.

4 o'clock on the dot
that's what you said.

"We'll run away together, just you and me love."

But there I was, waiting at that lonely train station, alone and broken.

So goodbye my love, I am running away, but I suppose I'm leaving some baggage behind.

— The End —