#wilds
There's a moment when you find,
That the song you've been playing all your life
Fits in just right with someone else
And a whole circle of friends
I used to think we'd play our song together
Always
'Cause it was like we were made to be
The different parts went together
In ways even we couldn't see
And we would be in orbit all together
Forever
We would always sing our song
'Cause that's when you feel the safest
When everybody's playing along
But now our orbits have changed
We drift apart into other spots
And when you started to share your tune
With someone else
It felt like a break of trust
The song broke apart
Until
We realized that other people
Could learn our same song too
And now our song's louder than ever
Just across the galaxy
When you put us all together
Again
I'm sure we'll play till eternity!
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 9:53 PM UTC
In my heart, there's always been a burning question
Of what mysteries might exist in this time
Maybe a murky planet; a storm without end
Or a dark white fog with a hidden melody
Cave under a crumbling crust lit by a campfire
And two bodies creating ashfall in the space
Between them. I want to explore each space
Finding the answers to every little question
I shoot off in my ship, landing by a campfire
On the beach in eternal storm. Some time
Passes, and I listen to the little melody
Played on a flute in rain. I pray it never ends.
But the world must always find its eventual end
And the sun's blue fire engulfs every bit of space
Before I wake up home again, humming a melody.
I follow it to a planet lit by volcanic fire. I question
its surface integrity, hoping the rocks stay for a time
But they fall and I scream, until I wake up at a campfire
I'm here again, but I shake it off and leave the campfire
A third time. I wonder when this cycle might end
But for now, I fly to two planets, spinning in time
Locked in eternal dance, with not much space
Between them. How does this world work, I question,
But behind it is a darker shape. What is its melody?
The unknown frightens me, but I hear a melody.
Within the twisted vines, is there a campfire?
Why does this place scare me? But my question
Is answered with a roar from behind. My end
Is near as I race through the white endless space
Dodging thorns as I barely escape in time.
But that all happened in a past time.
All the searching for hints of a strange melody
Led me here, to a time no-one knows. And a space
No-one understands. All I have is a small campfire
And my friends around it. Playing our song to the end.
And this all left me with just one final question.
Will my time spent here in space
Playing a simple melody at a campfire
Become the ending of an era of questioning?
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, need a sign---for my feels to shine:>
universe of ours to the seven of the heavens of the gods of the universe
I'm just hoping for a miracle immerse
I'm just waiting for a sign
to utter a feel to the unspeakable feels in the eyes spitted crime
universe tell me if it's a message you ought to send to reveal
because my attachment knows no surface when it comes to the deep
universe tell me if it's the angels that I think I see
because my paths are carved on the stance of this willing be
universe tell me if it's the right I sense if it's the mild anticipated hence
because if it is-the moons that I felt the future that I begged
then my dreams would surf to the boundless wilds of the ends
------ravenfeels
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC
The mountains and the valleys, the rivers and streams of my childhood call out to me and tell me to return to them and swim again, down below the underneath.
My father loved the meadows. Loves the wildness and the wilderness and the winters growth which is yet to be seen, in both the deer and the withering trees.
And part of me remembers still. Because part of him will always be me.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
*Soft is the wind ere the trees
And rough is my voice running through each
As are flowers in the month of June, so beautiful
And yet cursed by the coming fall
As after which, above the earth, all else will fall
Until the clouds and morning dew have meld in, above the heath
Ungrown as I am in the mind of you
But it would not be so, if you would see me through*
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
This is the path before my feet
Which I'd like to share
The wet grass, the grey clouds, the pine trees
Poking the sky to run their fingers through its hair
Surrounded by the kind of limbs which always thrive
But do not necessarily care, about a man's feelings
How they have listened to me throughout the years
Until my voice is my own in mind
How their echos and their shadows, have carried me in the past
When I was there, and had more weight to bare
But not this time, which is exactly why
I hope you could see both here and there
Beside the talking pines forever
How I hope to walk, without care
I'd describe it for you if you'd ask me
With a piney laughter in the air
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC