DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, let them talk---not even hearing;->


as if they talk

like to a fault they swirl to get a may

as if they walk the walk

like its not in me for this day
                            

                                                                              ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, colors are the reason we're alive---at least for me;>


purple purple

in my mind forced hurdled

been scraped on my timeline

been worn on my curves fine

yes the archer in the water associated

stupid but for the imagination to retake it

on those eyes that looked into my defenses

affection in the caresses

of my defined tenses

rather than that of the skies illuminated on beach

or hairs on backs so hard to bleach

now I see clearly

nothing but the signs that come freely

butterflies that I hate secret narrows

walls already painted threatening arrows

already loving for them hollows




                                                     ­                                 -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, quit smoking it is very bad;}


drags of sorrow in the remained smokes fade into the air

greeted with lies and faked lines


                                                                                       ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I hate deja vus-or not:


lines read and eyes grew

to an unspoken realization of deja vu

flames burnt and strokes ignite

to the regretting moment upon your hideous sight

wheels spun and tables turn

to the delve of my stomach it eventually churned

looks struck and gazes locked

to a cover of cornered arms it blocked

breaths stolen and visions blur

to invite the blaze to an open door

nerves bulge and cut the knives

to hit the heart of that levitating soul in those cursed midnights

for the years to flood and the memories to be remembered

to flourish dark days of delight to December

kicked the laws and loaded the guns of cries

to get that brain of wonders into a real peaceful state of mind


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, can't make up my mind if the days of  before were better than the after:]


not even the light

in the dark I don't want anymore

but the dark in the light too comes so ******* my

days of before and after



                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, plastering a smile is torturous sometimes:\


smudge the torture and stand with pride

plaster a smile and the tears of grief you hide

cope a force and shred the cages breaking frees

rise even when the mockery spreads and the clock spits threes

change last years cape and stiffen the knife

hang just for you to get out of your strive


                                                                                  ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, name yours---;}


it is like I am waiting

waiting for those arms that would pull me out

it is like I am longing

longing for the past to find its way back

it is like I am fainting

fainting for a fake and a caring tear

it is like I am surviving

surviving cause it is too late to take a turn to let go

it is like the getting

getting of the cold in the bed of the tire in my head

and the pieces of glassed blood that is shed

it is like those breathless moments are taking

taking me down down down


                                                                                 -----ravenfeels