#oldtimes
Froward.
I found the word highlighted in my Bible.
I remember liking how it rolled off my tongue.
And thinking about tongues,
all the women I loved over the years came to mind.
Red dresses dancing
between shots of rock gut
and sloppy bar bands.
Wayward.
Full of drunken sailor vocabulary,
fingernails like a feral cat.
All twist and spark.
Unruly.
Thunder in a miniskirt;
honey, where’d your ******* go?
A grinning succubus.
Fire.
And the soul that flirted
with the night—
and every other *** in the joint.
I lived with them.
Helped out with their kids.
Drank myself through them.
Played strip poker on
nights ripped mad
by cockroaches
and Sinatra.
My way? ******* A-right.
They were wayward trains
plagued by broken tracks.
And still, I loved them.
Cussing, spitting, rolling
through my nights.
Laughing
and *******
and crying a lot.
Screaming, you *******
And then making up
over a bottle of Thunderbird.
They left traces of a wildfire
on everything they touched.
My heart, my mind,
my ****
Even when they carried
that cheap cardboard suitcase
out the door,
or stayed long enough to
crack my solace,
I inhaled them
like cheap cigarettes.
Sometimes harsh,
always alive.
And somehow beautiful
in the hunger
they left behind.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, once upon a long time ago there was too much to take:-)
once saw a scene
so mystical for the eyes to charm to sweep
got back after the longs after the years
looked again with a hope of an appeal
lips dried for the moment not the same
close my eyes escapes don't want more shame
breeze so cold for the fog to ****
the thing that made my heart on thrill
never come back no matter how brilliant
them those of the hunters stole old tastes to a different
------ravenfeels
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
One night in the 1970s, in the Mojave Desert, my mother ceases to feel apart from the world.
My mother pays my sister and me $40 each to not have birthday parties.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
old memories
are like
broken records
that never stop
screams inside
my mind
every single time
recall the time
when we used to
spent time together
joking
eating
crying
laughing
teasing
all of them
wouldn't be the same
when we no longer
in the same boat
together
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
I use to believe that the sky and earth never meets, but then she came and introduced me with the concept of sunset and sunrise.
I was amused by how could something so much complicated can be so much simple.
Everything stopped as I looked into her eyes, for first time in my life, my watch stoped working.......
and time froze.....
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
(1)
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane.
When you was my babe and I was your guy.
Wearing matching colors, yeah we was so fly.
Kicks stayed fresh.
As we Expressed.
How Clean We dressed.
No Dirt on mine.
Nike Air Force Ones.
Freshness takes time.
Those moments I sure miss mines.
Just you and I.
(2)
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane.
When we saw each other recently
You thought the same.
Missing me interesting.
You paused....
I saw that look in your eyes.
Caught by surprise.
You gave me a hug.
Then we said our Hello & Hi’s.
As our blood pressure rise.
Overexcited we couldn’t hide it.
I tried to play it cool like how I talk.
I tried to play it smooth just how I walk.
I guess I couldn’t hide it.
Too much excitement.
(3)
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane.
On a social media website we met.
We didn’t know each other but we took a bet.
Exchanged information we were almost a like.
You were more successful but it was you that I liked.
I got to know the person you are even from afar.
Like when I look up to the sky at the stars.
I used to wonder where you are.
Because I wanted to be next to you.
My particular interest was you.
I took that long trip on a bus.
So no more space can get between us.
No more time will intervene us.
They should of seen us.
I met your mom, your little brother, and niece.
Your older sister passed away R.I.P. silently.
You gave me a tour of your life which now is the past.
I understood the situation and the moment we had.
Yes! I’m To Blame. I decided to end it.
The distance was driving me insane.
After spending time with you it wasn’t the same..
Those memory lanes!
It makes us who we are today.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
A shaft from the golden sun,
reclined peacefully in my lap.
The amber gleam reflected back,
and gently baked the solemn land.
An ardent whisper furnished the woods
with a viridescent scent that woke up the woods.
Silver songs of sleek streams,
chased the lullabies away;
gently.
Ancient tress cuddled the wind,
their leaves clapped in sheer bliss
The broken winged white eyed bulbul,
warbled hymns to lift the curse.
Scarlet tainted vintage letters resting in the rustic mailbox,
await your tender touch; while they chant for a past long gone.
But lily livered clouds,
they have turned your courage into a yellow illusion.
So now defy the toxic words and the errors you made,
A different person inside your skin, long ago, burned our hearts on the hateful flames.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Who still remembers how he looks like?
No, it's his cousin who's always in red,
asking everyone to keep calm, and...
He still keeps silent in spite of the fact
that he's fading away in our mind.
(A dangling strand of curly hair
a buttoned up, and earrings which never come at a pair.)
Either traffic or time washes him away,
as no one has ever noticed now his shadow under the sunset
is even longer than the toss-and-turn we once had at nights.
He’s the only one who will be quiet when listening to others
but we just snub/phubs him, and keep passing by.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
It's been a while old friend
How much time has it been since the last
adventure that we had
Do you think we can still create new bonds
or just fade with the memories of the past
I know its never too late to look back
but I wished I should've just took that step
We should be in on it together
Not just only me clutching on to dear faith forever
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Like the songs on the radio
My life became very drab
I am trapped, caged in stability
The unexpected went missing
How I wish the old times back
Excitement, Adventures
No responsibilities tying me down
And every day a new song on the radio
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Every minute of my life I made myself believe that I am strong.
That I can do anything
That no one will have the pleasure to see me cry
But I was wrong
I shut myself from everyone
Because I thought it's better to be alone rather than to have someone who will just make me cry
But you know what's more painful?
It is to let someone go
Despite how much he begged to stay
Because you thought you're strong
Strong enough not to need anyone
And now that you see him again
He's not the same anymore
He's not the boy who can't last a day without you
The boy who promised to give you even the stars
The boy whose eyes belonged only to you
But now everything has changed
And you'll realize how stupid you are
So stupid to lose him when all you've
wanted was to make him stay
So stupid to think that you're strong when the truth is you're very scared
And now it's too late
too late..
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
the ifs and throes
of the old summer woes
lead us astray
gave us hope
for a weak and frayed rope
yet we are left
wandering
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
It's hard to be left behind when
They've all gone to fish for their futures
Although it's the smart thing to do
Waiting seems like dying
Heartbeats become faint when steady
And while they study
I'm here learning
They are taught concepts
And how to enjoy borrowed time
Me, I'm here fighting the truth
I am my own black knight
Alone against the dragon
His fire is a magic pinprick
And they are studying
But do they still study what they left behind
Me?
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Last night, I adventured up onto a mountain
Shady trees and familiar acquaintances who I like
Nobodies who enjoy crawling into cracks and crevices
Because the streets are unstimulating
We reach the edge of the world
Look down, must of been 2,000 feet
Kings and Queens
We owned the city, because we had their lights in our hands
That was a night I will relive
Over, and over, and over, and over
I feel alive, I feel aware when I am with you all
It doesn't matter if we had a past or not
You matter
And you made an impact
And you have an affect on my memories
And you made my night memorable
We rule
Because we think we rule
And that is all that matters
All that matters is what you think of yourself
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
We were lost, but it was a good time
Only because we were lost, did we each other find
Kids thrown into the big world, a whole new one for you,
We were looking for a foothold of sanity
And bumped into a common ground of promises new
We held hands in theory,
2 blind people helping each other through,
But we thought the world was blind,
And sight was just for me and you
An unknown minute apart,
Would turn our lives upside down
We were tourists finding our way,
In a strange strange town
Our dreams seemed to shatter before our eyes,
But we gave ourselves hope
We took solace in the fact,
That 'least we were at the same end of the rope
We prayed, that the light at the tunnel may appear
We insisted we're brave, even when we were crippled with fear
Those fits of laughter that we shared,
Seemed like oxygen on a mountaintop
We were warmth,
When below freeze point the temperature dropped
So you see,
We were lost, but it was a good time
Now we're lost again,
And I just want that old time
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to my Dad.
I'd tell him that I miss him and I love him,
And I'm sorry for the times we never had.
And I wonder if they'd charge me by the minute,
I wonder if they'd charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operator,
Could I please talk to my Daddy for awhile?
Telephone in Heaven
Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to my Grandma.
I tell her that I miss her Sunday cookin,
I haven't ate like that since you went to meet Grandpa.
Well, I wonder if they'd charge me by the minute,
I wonder if they'd charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operator,
Could I please talk to my Grandma for awhile?
Telephone in Heaven
Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to the Lord of mine.
I'd tell him that I love him and I'm thankful
For watching over all these loves of mine,
And I know he wouldn't charge me by the minute,
I'm sure he wouldn't charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operater,
And say thank you for this big long distance smile,
Telephone in Heaven.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC