DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is what life is supposed to feel like;-)


my slate so clean at best
that the last of the week made my retinas unshrink
on some quest

mad world out there I declare a leftover deal
push the past off the shields and embrace the real

with my jewels on ice
devils rolled on their dice

all through-and-through grateful
to the ultimate graceful

pardon me not
I am supposed me with a but

not giving luck a kick
just let flow on a brick

now in my wings I am highlighted galore
I love the painful me on the flying soar


                                                          ­                 -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, an old draft from last week:>


is there really a future for this misery
a new page that heroes the plot as a decent start over apology

craves distance and knows that would be known
angel like plastic sensations to the dawn

kept on stove to be loathed into a tomorrow
for the heart to yearn for the mind to dwell for the feels to borrow

midnight skies not even there not been predicted
lulled on the moons they say so I stay anonymously protected


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels

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

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, colors can talk too;>


it is in that exquisite essence on the back

that shivering sensation the veins in my feels lack

hearts appeal for them beats to unite in one track

fine lined my life in one trace in one blind attack

paint my sight into a favorite color of winter black


                                                         ­                    ------ravenfeels