DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, not that I haven't done so myself too?

and don't go denying my feels
when the blood shed was real

                                                           ­    ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just as expected:>

to be continued in braille
no matter the cost no matter the bail
because if not, then the steps would fail
& them dreams of blue would fade & almost pale
in an almost
all in black of toast
a place that the devil couldn't boast
in a house of mine & ones before to ghost
all along all in time
as THE WORDS TO STAY WORDS in chime
for a sight to sour up as lime
& the sanity no more mine
backward & forth a climb
the bank collapses on the line
so what of a life is of a vine ?
lying
trying
then dying
to hold hands, with brain holders to dine
'good mornings' & 'good nights' creep down my spine
even worse
it's a curse
to say I'm good to say 'I'm fine'

                                                          ­                        -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the stage revolves:)


the bartender tends in another dimension, minding shoulders
the liquor to the truck holders
when at last
she wakes up of some trance
to look around
all perfect to an unperfect tinging sound
removes her glasses upon viewing some crematorium
to exit the auditorium
& beg the powers to hail kids to a safe world
all a simulation in the head
one that fights claws to forget
but never in an ever could
& why in an ever eventually should?
all in still
all in some will
when the sun subsides
not sets yet resides
the truth is told
a body for a body to be sold
& the stage revolves
demeanors change
for games to be strange
beaches cry of some waves that he couldn't hide
& this perfect unperfect truth to tide

                                                                                -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, ........it's just October:)

place in me
one where my lungs bleaches with fibrosis
& I let it be
yet not even upon professional diagnosis

place in me
one where my lungs are empty
& I let it be
yet still nothing comes subtly

place in me
one that thinks of a third lung
& I let it be
yet sometimes the dull are somewhat young

upon one climate change
aching for sickness is the sickness
nothing comes of the desired range
& it becomes a matter of critical forgiveness


                                                                                    -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we don't choose_EVER;

we
are
chosen
AND
the
worst
of
all
is
that
the
verb­
chosen
doesn't
even
have
a
subject
it
is
only
objected
AND
we
ar­e
here
AND
we
are
printed
AND
there
is
no
printing
machine

                                              ­                               ----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, infinity=zero

Luna betrayed the Lady
& the scene glitched a definite into maybe
Luna betrayed the Lady
& my fourth hour seemed a little bit too hazy

                                                           ­                 ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, six words are surely not enough:)

bestest view from a fish bowl

                                                                                      ------ravenfeels