#fineline
salt is sprinkled all over my wounds
the blood is boiling
lost in a daydream
trapped in a hazy atmosphere
where no one can escape
the sky is falling
while the ukulele strums
it’s bittersweet to know I’ve known you once before
especially cause now ur a stranger
my cheeks are soggy from the tears
wasting materials, drinks, and years
the ground is wet and damp
the rain is dripping down like the residue on my face after watching you deliberately ignore me
the earth is faint and quiet
losing the best things
inside the worse moments
slowing sobbing
in a delicate motion
but even as the world is ending
a silence is better than nothing
i hear the horns
and it’s the most pleasing noise
echoing through every corner
collecting all my memories
all my fears
all my worries
and i think i am finally alive
we are all gonna be ok
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 12:30 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, exposure is not vulnerability---it's power:]
a choice made once upon a dusk
the crack of dawn made no return a back it rust
deniable liquor down the throat a burn
upon the disgust my stomach ached a churn
hideous is it you stupid arrogant selfish pry
or was it way too much of a pure ecstasy upon their eyes???
things the raven will never feel warmth existing
jealousy always a hunter in the thick air printing
violins or that of cellos or the whatever veins named
pianos that ought to break regret down my spine lonely hailed
-----ravenfeels
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, can you feel drunk even if you never tasted liquor??<P
is it in the truth that I can't seem to swallow
those moments in my head printed lies unsolved hollows
will summer dream come verges to break on cars?
guess a future based on drunk hangovers melting drinks on bars
hunted lone less stuck on a stinking flush
bad burning proof of before that would be the death of this rush
-----ravenfeels
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 6:11 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, colors can talk too;>
it is in that exquisite essence on the back
that shivering sensation the veins in my feels lack
hearts appeal for them beats to unite in one track
fine lined my life in one trace in one blind attack
paint my sight into a favorite color of winter black
------ravenfeels
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 7:46 PM UTC
i hate that i see the good in you and that i let you back into my heart every time.
i hate that i can't love someone who loves me.
i hate that you need me and that i need you.
i hate you for using me and loving me
and using me again.
it's an endless cycle and i hate it.
i hate you because of how much i love you.
i hate you because you don't deserve my love.
i hate that i love you despite all of this,
and i hate being so full of hate.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
I never knew
If you gave me butterflies
Or just made my stomach hurt
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
As a child I would willingly write, generally short stories about a superhero version of myself. However, I was inspired to make the wrong choices. Demons provided knowledge to sway me away from my first passions. Reading and writing. After meditating in my own thoughts, I have realised that what people see isn't the real me. Is inspiration a negative feeling preventing people from displaying their true colours?
Reading and writing had only just commenced its slow arrival into my life. This is one of my first pieces for at least a decade in which a teacher hasn't been glancing over my shoulder. Anyway, let's get to the point.
Younger people normally see reading and writing as: lame, boring and uninteresting. Even I hated it in school at some point in my life. **** you literacy teacher. Anyway, as writing is seen as "uncool" by other children. I gave it up. Instead of writing, I tried adjusting to the trend of football. I bought many packs of football stickers that I could. It was the craze. But it wasn't me.
When I think about it, there is a fine line between inspiration and trying to fit in. Without reading between the lines, I just wanted to be seen as "cool" by my classmates. But, you can see it as inspiration. I was inspired by my classmates, I wanted to be like them. Our brains have a system which gives us a desire to be popular. Or maybe it's just me.
Inspiration will have had a negative affect on you at some point. A basic, problematic topic is smokers. Whoever becomes addicted to the cancer stick will give similar reasons for starting. "It helps me cope with stress", the classic acronym "YOLO" and finally, "everybody else is doing it." Once again we are faced with the fine line.
Throughout life, the human race has faced demons. Famous artist Van Gogh faced an alcoholic demon throughout his career. Smokers use the phrase, "everybody else is doing it." At first glance, it may seem that they're doing it to fit in with popular groups. Or do they think it looks "cool". Have other people inspired them to do it?
The basic life process of growing up has allowed me to see that I have lost my routes. That what my friends and family see me as is not the real me. I have one thing to say to you to conclude. Find yourself, lose yourself, remember yourself, be yourself.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Loving you
Was the worst mistake I ever made
Along with believing you
When you said you loved me too
Because you're a ******* crazy mess
And you only love yourself
I treated you like gold
You treated me like a cigarette; just used me and threw me away
I called you princess
You made me cry myself to sleep
You broke me into a million pieces
And then acted like the victim
I loved you more than myself
But you treated your dogs better than me
I did everything for you
You lied to me and wouldn't see me; not even on my birthday
Then yelled at me and cried when I didn't want to talk to you
And after all this
And so, so much more
You wonder why I hate you? You expect me to forgive you AGAIN?
You say you've changed but you said that last time and the time before
You say you love me, but you're a ******* liar
You only love yourself
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC