DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, people are not what we want them to be:>


What makes him so intense

What makes him so mad that the clench of his jaw shapes him

What makes him so stiff that  his gesture of amusement  softens his infuriating rage

What makes him so confused that the irritate demeanor longs for more rather than ease

What makes him so wild that his nerves pace with tire of need

What makes him so boisterous that the favor of calmness portrays his body

That his ice breaks offering her the aspiring warm from his heat



                                                                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pens can express when the tongue can't:}


What makes her so different

What makes her so quiet yet her silence flowing a million words

What makes her so dark yet the room in her presence shines

What makes her so desperate yet her eyes  hopeful for savior

what makes her so inert yet the  sweat on her screams excite

What makes her so sad yet her way of fidgeting is fighting a smile

Yet she manages to fuel him

with a sift of need for more of her fascinating enchantment



                                                                        ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we live for moments that will sweep us of our feets:>


And her pupils dilate betraying her detachment

She senses his invading into the crowd

She drips to her feet in confusion and curiosity

about that mysterious gleam adhering her

She tries to ignore but couldn't help

She yearns for the ocean eyes

She finds herself tensing to the touch of his gaze

that trickles a striking chill down her shoulders to her lower spine

And she melts with lust and entice



                                                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a savior is not always a him---it can be a life situation that enlightens yours darks and guides you through the way;}


In a blink of an eye he spots her

Her captivating beauty in her damaged soul

Her reviving presence in her urge of nonexistence

Her blazing innocence in her burn lit cape

Her eye stark hidden in her dim look

Her charm in her thunder strikes

Her deprivation in her held breathes

In a blink of an eye he spots her from afar in a room of beasts


                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this number keeps haunting me---nice:]


spaced in faze spaced in shock

waiting for the hit of the clock upon us

jaded in here scattered in there

falling deeply into depths of despair

piles of threes and stashes in seven still unspoken fourteens

into the floors and walls of the magnificent heavens

count of one then a skip of a spree down

into curses of minutes in a bunch of twisted twenty threes


                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, check out my small-short story of several short poems on my page--- all starting with the same word---hope you like it!!!;}


He is fury

He is rage

He is vicious

He is gale

                      
                                    ­                                               ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just keep swimming---the poems that are starting with the same words are a small-short story-hope you like it!!;}


When the sea engulfs the sun

When the moon perches from afar

When her eyes wander for the truth

When a shiver creeps into her spine lifting her shoulders

surrendering to the soft wind accepting her fate

When she dives into the silence and breathes the water into her lungs

When she chokes out her misery and torture then releases the chains of hurt and detest

When she arises from the blues and welcomes the darkness into her left pieces

When her walls are built up


                                                                         ------ravenfeels