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Raven Feels Dec 8
After all this
time, even after I've
flipped the page, the poem from before
remains stamped, traced, on every single new one it
behaves as if it's at home to rhyme and all
refusing to erase the stupid
marked engravings until
my fall

Would it ever
die? regenerating from some past
life, even when it says 'the next one'
I flip again, but guess
what? it flips me with an unmet
joke, a well planned
lie, over & oversoaked until
my demise

No surprise
anymore, expected remains on every
corner, filling pages before tears and
engravings fade in, with
my diluted pain on a new
notebook no chance to spend, it's
ruined in advance until
my end

                                                            ­                               ------ravenfeels
  Dec 7 Raven Feels
lizie
i don’t know what to write about if it’s not about you
Raven Feels Dec 6
walk your walk over me
unbeknownst to my layers

                                                         ­                                       ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Dec 3
Ghosting corridors with a bottle in my hand
Was I transported back in time somewhere I'm
Supposed to understand...
How do you stand? Already
My mind I'm hosting-I'll just rant:

Quick sand-Quick slant
I’m drowning
Catch my hand
I’m baffled, frowning
Why is your laugh sounding?

How could you believe?
Eyes that never seemed
To look at you the same way
That you’ve dreamed
In a may May’s written relief, just say

How could you demand?
Abandoning sleight of hands
The unspoken rules, the reprimands
Against lust and fumes-lies?
Against moon spoken eyes

Where do I land?
After dusting the coast
After moments I boast
Still I trip the sand...
Am I being scammed?

The bottle in my hand
Transported to a shrinking corridor,
Not some wonderland-over what span?
My mind I'm hosting
Make a wish? (****): Door Slam


                                                          ­­                                  ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Dec 1
Turning through the pages
Rummaging for some line that speaks about you
Turning the ends of my laces
Plummeting for a moment you'd fade
Into something new

You’ve been striving to catch that train
Where people match your face and dandy suit
They clap when your cup is filled with pain
So go ahead, go ahead, pack your case
Fill your boots

Tell me if you’ve mended the way
Towards the compass that calls for you
While the mother calls on the other sea bay
Mosaic sherds falling through a cage don't mistake them
For some dew

I hear you screeching on your own bile
A broken statue with an eyesight soured
Trapped? Oh trapped you've been for a while
Alexander’s hair powdered
Run, run free, free and wild

Broken ego, broken heart
Was your patience hanging on a cliff?
I’ve been hugging the ground
From the start
While you've lost sight of the glyph


                                                                                            ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Dec 1
think you've crossed a line
knowing you better, soured like a lime
I'll just toss it all behind
me, the dose I won't deny
and no, you don't need to remind
me, the fine lines have come to a subside
falling apart
has redeemed the heart
keeping to myself, degrades counting
them petals of a sad, sad serenade
backing it up in my mind's Ether
tickles feel like a fever
by all means
upon me it seems
you entering dreams
leads to "redeem me, oh redeem"
is actually you entering the subconscious
leaving violins, the absolute mess
acting like they couldn't care less
and there goes the hanging incense

                                                        ­­                                    ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Dec 1
silence screeches
more than warning echoes do
the morning preaches
with no due date, no duration to
how long would words be
faking a winter dune
eyes dilate the see into season
clues, knowing well that
wellness is nothing but
unfamiliar warmth, related to
the fatal numb feeling _arise, arose,
arisen upon fragments of
'pick up your own pieces' from them scattered
dooms

                                                ­                                                ------ravenfeels
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