DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, exposure is not vulnerability---it's power:]


a choice made once upon a dusk

the crack of dawn made no return a back it rust

deniable liquor down the throat a burn

upon the disgust my stomach ached a churn

hideous is it you stupid arrogant selfish pry

or was it way too much of a pure ecstasy upon their eyes???

things the raven will never feel warmth existing

jealousy always a hunter in the thick air printing

violins or that of cellos or the whatever veins named

pianos that ought to break regret down my spine lonely hailed


                                                                              -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy endings do not exist seems such':"


MOON
living am I ?
dreaming am I ?

those eternal flowers I sang for
not sure that once they became a past before

gave me the numb
but that's a feel try the empty sum

ride the winds surf the waves
survive a disbelief a miracle save

edge of persuasion for the night scene
selling a mirror some cheap steam

when did lasts come with no strive ???
like marine revolting on a tepid dive

a million burdens in hindsight say
yet awoken useless hells of away

is bliss the calm pre sin ???
a keep or a prize to pass by a temporary win

harder evasions into moments of surreal
now bribe me some moon to sign a deaf deal


                                                                       ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, not that I'm ungrateful----I found peace in the blindness---so redeem me my sight your highness:l


what's old from new???
float them hells been clenched in potted stew

stupid match made in the hit of the feels
underestimated for a mess that would strangle my wheels

road apart from the notice on a stair case scare
a moonshined a hazel dressing in a lonely flare

guitars mindless strings flaunt my flower spine
things a crushing one would never shower a define

nice try mocked
second even blocked

not sure a curse has been clocked ahead
sure thing plasters not for me cause I'm the dead


                                                          ­                 ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, already wrote about this before: but can it be?


hung dislike in the air unspoken

the favors in the same feather interest leaves a heart broken

admitting an adornment lazily better than that

suspicion captains the dreamy sails been in moons and sat

hold up not that I forgot to mention seems

the remember you soulmated when crying belongs and screams

April smothered a sarcastic note that I humor like I flow like I do

not of him a think of the thinking a dumb pursue

because darling my whole existence fed on that all along

how could a world stance stars and align in one core wrong???

not that I die this crazy fate hate

at least been found on a irony of an abandoned twenty-third


                                                  ­                                    -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, feeling happy:-)


persist a tea nurse to the pay off

somehow the way I want work on stuff

maybe all that to the last comes a happy hour long

even though nights oweled till dawn on a true song

reading brightens up in biteless soothe

know the words to my mind when less food

determined to dig my own plant to soil

fuel I motivate in inspiration with not a dropped oil

now fine chance on the watches await in dance and sweet

for a dark to fluctuates a midsummer's dream

                                                                                  ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is the reason I write;>


dark rainbow rays mirrored on a ferris wheel
a getaway car in an edged escape to night steal

neon lights shimmering to hit the blind
whisper the whistles for an old memory on kind

like music blasting from ages of dreamt youth
sirens delight a heaven to the soothe

instrumental of the better sometimes wilder
violins haven hearts of lost on minder

crowds beat in one
rockstar of a blast concert as if none

sweat painted down the back
shivering sensations never seem to black

a run for life from the poison killing attach
even when the loneliest matters or not without a match

heard before my days known in my mercury
just uranused with a flaw abroad the mild century

is it for a regret?
to keep this mere on an impossible met

yellow on the head
better hidden not said?

a smoking pulse on a midnight walk to anger
hair torn feet split on a single dancer

hell of a heartbreak on rhymes
driving on blades on knives

upon screams liberate a burning love rosed
rare nostalgia again miracled an incredulous indie overdosed


                                                                                  ------ravenfeels