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Raven Feels Mar 9
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, standing on a ceiling?

if you can't see me
and I can't see you
why are we clinging
back to back on this noose?
don't tell me memories are mine
solely
they belong to them spaces they've once occupied
how can a false reminisce get to me
get in my shoe?
tip-toeing on my mind
no limit
no due
paint me purple
I'll paint teal too
in darkest shades you've ever knew
from the ceiling
we hang in loose
DOUBLE REALITY
if you flip you lose
we stay standing
tell me, what's the use?
if you can't see me
and neither me you

                                                                                           ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Feb 22
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, not what you think....

knew the dark before
never knew how dark it would get
the watch of every window
getting closed on itself, or so they let
in the corner watched
feet hitting the ground, like some time is set
only few let the ground
not swallow their view of palm, let it not regret
can't get the night out of this
nor can the night take this back, not in bet
not in hack
the connectedness relates to its memory
and the memory of connection won't forget
it's packed
the street knows the corner heavily
yellow to its eyes, present of the verb met
for a self-meeting with the color of teal
to be lent
does one know how to cry?
from a different angle, from a perspective sent
secrets play the end
silence seated on a bench, funding its debt
and then, you realize
what you know is the threat
to know the dark in core
to know how dark it would get

                                                            ­                                 ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Feb 19
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, 16-X-'23 : 6.52 : if prevailness is a word>

I like the cold
It reminds me of myself
Of the real
The sun is a delusion
To our goodness
Its shines in sake
Yet
Then
There comes a time
Where I've realized its coldness
The cold
Diminishes from the idleness of life
Life itself
It discloses its true value
Its diligent matter of cyclic deviation
Its formation of natural consequence
By default of reality
Its season of fault
To the guilt of less effort
Or so you think
The Mother is not there to just be there
Nor does it splash its heavy loading
Some container of water in excess
It's a thing of conscience thought
A concern in its being
A prevailness in its giving
Upon a hope
An aspiration
Of it not going in vain
I understand the diligence
Yet
I don't understand
I can't comprehend the likeness of the sun
Nor its goodness
Does it have to be the one
Who does the giving?
......................................

                 ­                                                                 ­           ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Feb 19
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I ponder.

I think
of the ways
of the hows
in which
the trash of today
is some museum of tomorrow
& I'd like to apologize
to the body in advance
in sorrow
the spectator in the corner
cornered
to a picture that'll be
borrowed
hollowing his eyes
his eyes would be hollow
burning in sight
thinking
of the ways
of the hows
of the view
thoroughly
in thorough

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Jan 15
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, II-'22 : still the same dilemma;

whenever the message
couldn't fire up till the end
to those mindless words
at 3 A.M.

                                                                                        ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Jan 15
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, well:

if that 'love' shall prevail
then shall I live too
or so I thought
that the shadows pertained
place in situ
I go back to that place
driving like a race
with sunsetting skeleton clouds & moon
imagine that same sun not passing through
the atmosphere
through moon's sphere
imagine a sun
appearing in nighttime
in red flare
in rage in dare
of space dear
in anger of the its light being trapped
in a jar
well
that was me
when I saw the same shadows
nowhere to be reflected
gone

                                                                                             ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Dec 2023
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, with her-----

with her mind
with her flower I walk towards
the everydayness
the destination
not knowing
this time that
the words on my mouth
are to be stolen by some
penname syndrome inclination

see the rage
the rage I see
with her mind
taking a hold
demanding a toll on me
for the vision I've closed my eyes upon
became the vision I've come to become
for it to become me
swallowing me
in that place
the so called place
where everything is possible

who is she?
I asked the oranges
the **** clementines
the neon ones twinkling
mocking
flickering in the back of her mind
showing a glimpse of her unbeknownst self
the self of all but nothing of rhymes

yesterday
she drank herself out
figuratively of course
& danced till 12:23 PM
on an afternoon
awake awoke awoken
again
she walks
with-her-flower
withering flower
the withering one I walk
holding it for life's sake
afraid the mind would be
searching for the once word
'withering' to insert in a sentence

                                                       ­                                 ------ravenfeels
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