#unknow
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, wonder for the above not the below:}
no cry
no baggage to fly
keep on stimulating the deny
or maybe the break that takes a taste a lie
over the clouds I'm high
don't know if I want to belong if I want to draw or die
------ravenfeels
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
I can't tell you I know why
I think I know the things I know.
But somehow, I think I know,
Some Things I probably shouldn't know.
And I know how not “knowing”
Things you think you're supposed to know,
Can Keep you from ever knowing—
ego’s like to lie and say we know.
We all know we'll never know,
Everything with all there is to know. .
And Not knowing what or when to know,
Ensures that we might never know.
There's one thing I'm sure we know,
Its Most of all we'll ever know,
Are things we'll never really know,
Believing we already know.
I know there's things that I don't know,
And you might think you actually know,
But you know something? I think we both know
Neither can know what the other knows.
Though we both know of things That
we, as people, thought we'd never know.
Until that moment hits us hard
To let us know. “Well, now you know.”
But I know there's a higher knowing,
That knows think I know, but don't.
I think it knows the way my “knowing”
Seems to know but can't and won't.
And it's not like I even know
you don't know what I know. You know?
I just know there's something that knows it all
That we'd never want to know
But If you really think you know,
This thing I think that no one knows.
Then that would mean I didn't know.
Something I would've sworn I know
And I don't know just how to tell you
Of things I hope you'll never know,
Cause I'm not sure I know
If either one of us can even know.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
I sure do love the sea
the deep unknown water
million shades of blue
I can't swim
I've never learned it
I'd drown
The not-known creatures
and unexplored depth
scare me
But if you'd ask me
I would say
I love the sea.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm very sad
I'm very sad
because everything
vaguely
because everything
unknown
Because it's not clear
what will be ahead
I'm very sad
and the moon in the sky is beautiful
but even its harmony
does not help to soothe everything inside
and even her singing
and even her wonderful game
on the piano of heaven
can not give me rest
can not give me stars
and can not give freedom
such freedom
what was in childhood
her i
forever lost
lost as well as almost all
in this world
14.07.18
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
Today the teacher asked me what art was, and I mentioned him.
For me, he was, is, and will always be art.
His hair, his eyes, his lips, and his cheeks.
His arms, his legs, his neck.
All of him is art.
The way his hair moves through the air,
Or the way complete idiocy makes him smile.
His seriousness and his bearing,
His body when he sweats,
The way he sings softly.
His voice.
His voice is so perfect to me.
Every word that comes out of his mouth
Is like thousands of babies laughing endlessly.
Even in his saddest moments,
He is art.
The way he prefers to cry in a place where no one sees him.
The way his words become deeper, with a darker sense.
The way his dark circles show from sleepless nights.
His arms.
The way his arms hug me constantly.
The way he moves them just to get my attention (and he really does).
The way they wrap around my waist and carry me like a baby.
His lips.
The way his lips brush mine,
Making me want to kiss him.
The way he presses them when he’s upset.
The way he kisses me again and again—
Even then, I never get tired of his kisses.
And his eyes.
His eyes are my favorite part.
Why?
Because they’re bad and good at the same time.
He can lie to me while looking at me with those brown eyes.
He can make me lose control just by looking at me,
But in the same way he makes me lose control,
He controls me.
He can make me cry just by looking at me.
He can make my life spin a thousand times with a glance.
He can make my heart stop.
And just by looking at me...
I fell in love with him.
Do you know what’s wrong?
I never knew him.
And I never will.
But that’s what art is about—
To love the unknown.
And for me,
He was art.
For me,
He was a stranger.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
hastily hastily
quickness
fast fast
my soul rushes
towards the unknown
towards speed
06.08.18
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC