DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy August:)


purple moons and blond twins soon
talking horses and no gravity forces
jumping on cars and livestream of stars
blue dives hope and carrying yellow soap
the never ringing phone had rung and infinite questions in the air hung
mystic eyes danger and love of my life a stranger
I represent Lady Dream
and her fake lashes of gleam
a fantasy
hidden secrets in her world reality
in every color deceptive
subconsciously destructive
choose your perspective
she is not new
my haven in hours of few
on the mind
never understand what you find
now I sleep to see her poisonous skies
not to rest that one for the one who dies
nightmares my addiction don't be scared
called unravel of fallen hair
might do her a night stall
yet she leaves like a swift and crawls
now I know her stories are coming back in fear
been there done that since the end of last year
like signs flooded in clear waters
better than drowning with unknown ocean callers
I greet every era illusionary welcome
I carve every ranger in memory then run
walls in paths they deceive in glisten
the ferris wheel hangs and listens
sometimes we don't talk anymore
she throws ventures then struggles in store
masterminds wrapped around her finger they strive
Neptune rains diamonds and they cut like knives
she thinks before the sunshine we play a lying game
and I play along in absolute shame
she comes back with a curious mystery every night
and hello! sweet poetry from under my pillow then ignites

                                                           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pleasant to dream of old friends---like nothing happened:>


drove the beetle blue
no driver's license just liked the view
send my apologies
to the streets of mysteries
or was it misery in disguise
upon the old she cries
like the hidden furniture
spoke in signs
memories and secrets called mine
tiger rug in luxury shop
familiar gazes made feet stop
never true when doors are slammed
antiques in a swift can slip the hand
a heart of glass
of a weighed mass
maybe not the dream but the morning stance
reminds hints of a glance
her empty seat in a wallet
buries pictures in the back of the pocket
and I ask and count wall blocks and thoughts glue
does she think of me like I do too?

                                                           ­                             ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, wasn't a midnight this time:)

in a brilliant black dress
just like hers better the darker I guess
but she was an actress on a stage
wings with no limit or a cage

the lighter lights older violent notes
roses bleed the blood in red quotes
like perfect poem lines
played like a movie tape upon eyes

pink stars in permanent
seen when fell of the argument
talk some sense into the ceiling
on a page of eternal with no feeling

not the best of all the endings
some bones of broken to the mending
back to lipstick on coffee cup smells smart
the sky rains a fall a dream from the start


                                                                                           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, heart makes you feel like a fool---not by me:>

I lie so bad
of how your presence excludes the sad
this hand includes
this blue stage we stand in interlude
words on red cheeks faint
the place empty I paint
the neck puts a distance from me and you
and the dark finds the light it never knew

the pretentious actor
writing a character on the other end of the protractor
my pen flows on veins in a way
after tongue pauses the say
now my heart wins
thoughts muffled like an invisible bottle of gin
but fair is not fair for a reason
and cheers to my self mind treason


                                                       ­                                  -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, inspiration: favorite book---Invisible Life In A Miserable Age version two :>


Henry
met her at the library
rasped the portrait in ancient poetry
booked her love in print of coffee calligraphy
vanished curses of September from the entire history
remembered eyes bared and fell at feet so complementary
one-eighty degrees the fine line supplementary
deviled angelic
marveled hurdled
seven freckles and stashed in memory
celebrates venus and mercury


                                                       ­                                     -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never knew before:?


mind fluttered
heart triggered
or was it the opposite?
to not feel
is constantly abandoning the real
or was it overthinking?
white sun
yellow moon shun
or was it the lamp in my room?
exclamation mark
question bark
or was it me confused?!
flames left turned in hurt
backs flared then burnt
or was it them that slammed the door?
now a missing bone
from an unsolved puzzle all alone  


                                                                                            -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, have a great July!


goodness is virtue
rage is essence when realization is new
hearts entrenched
them those called sensations melted a bench

memories tainted in dark
reminiscent somewhere in the background park
violins ached for the winter sky
on a hope it would just snow the ghosted July

their flesh burnt
mercurial whispers churned a hurt
dilapidates already fallen
feels of away returned from the stolen

wise in me I confess
to not believe a belong is a bless
visions confuse
perplexed deprived of a twinkle muse

my pen writes
then paper welcomes once and thrice
orchestra chimes
in time to spill the wine

                                                                                           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just an old a family memory on a dinner table--sorry no rhymes :>


to the no one who is not recognizing......
when I stopped for a long stare for me

I stopped and looked around me searching for something that
I don't know stashed deep into the picture I view

I smiled for the happiness that invades those hearts
for the gratitude that my soul is permeated
I crowned the thrones of blood in pure joy
I stole the sounds of laughter

I screened that shot that is bottled into the core of my memories that shot the reason I am on ground in this life
the reason that I believe in the reason that I hang on to the reason

that I long on my stormy nights and deprived alones
I locked them on that table of love and warm clouds attached
when I stopped for a long stare for me

                                                             ­                              ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is an edited part of a very personal poem:]


only for the ones I am trashed after
only the liars that fastened in no shameful laughter
my chases that bleached me to sours
finished my mercurial hour
to an inexplicable remorse
the change in me is forced
got me on strings of trust and beliefs
for my sorry kindred heart to swallow the bate and keep
got me on barging crowds to resent
did I even know you till a sixth of ends?
got me on the hinges of misses for abandoned hates
jealous much to take and form for the exquisites late
for what do I owe this misery of a pleasant live stream of death?
for the endless end of final breathes
got me on the unwanted for the want
and the disbelieved for the believed
and the unloved for the loved
the untrusted for the trusted
the friendship for the misery blended
for the grounds to tear me up in shreds and pieces stark
to hurt the lights out of the darks
don't even think that my blood comes to your feet
last noon became my breath of free and the birth of me
got me on the hit of an awakening slam for the whisper of the mind to relinquish flames and hidden fakes
of these ****** masked stakes
not just from you you other do I get my means do you see
don't try answering me
as usual your silence reigns to the hear
and me alone is batter so far
I can draw stars


                                                                                           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, AGAIN------ just my everyday life:


wake up not like before
feels on listed chores:
breathe
eat
walk
talk
laugh
cry
happy
dance
sad
drink
read
bored
write
sing
think
paint
sleep
dream
forget
Again­

                                                                          ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, dreams and dreams will be remembered:)


a nightmare or a dream???
the day you wrote a poem to me
titles stumbled on the versus our desires declared
gone in the drop of a lit matched flare
guess that love will remember us
stared promises tangled even the unspoken trust
i think of the time of all lasts
hourglass sand stolen so fast
nonsense traffic faints
in the path of the cuts this hurt paints
bruises in surrender to the knife
like when two plus two makes five
Venus on the window pane
whispering to others about the ****** stain
till this day

                                                                       ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, very old draft:?


maybe God just God maybe
the sea
the underworld not water meant to be
the air
the too much hollowness for a free soul fair
the fire
the heated blare that makes cold a liar
the earth
the destined
the chosen
ground
blessened
or is it not
because from where I stand people are standing alot
and a sane man can see the cuts
in eyes or in harmed hands and hearted plots
maybe God just God maybe
I am blind shot

                                                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, in the middle the summer:]


one day
the twentieth of June knows no shame
comes back every year to call your name
breathes winds repressed in lungs forever
spits storms and yes in the middle the summer

seasons gloom
ashes are doomed
tears are pooled
in silence to float me the fool
dreams to a mercury's foot crumble
to awaken dark on a frowning stumble

a symphonious long
when hands twirl a touch
not you and me
in the song
ever alone crimed
that thing I called a one time
a sixth when parted lines


                                                         ­                                 -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I don't know what that is?!-but yeah;]


believe me I don't know who 'you' is anymore to say
but you- never knew a label to you even before this May

okay the blue runs through the heart
but the adore you in the eyes once and for now been from the start

the golden table churned and dined
a whole new zoo other than butterflies you signed

remedy to the lost I fear this week six buried feet under
don't mind me in a stare just a wonder


                                                        ­                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, for the first time in forever I speak directly for no reason:)

happy
guess what sad
literally don't know who I am

somebody is always touching you even the air
guess how many lives you touched not me
and you'll reach the middle of nowhere

want my body buried dug in the ocean deep a marine funeral
guess why the death is thinking about me
corpses floating around some fish some greens too numeral

maybe the sun today the last time sets flush
guess where I'm headed would be the end of me
make the best out of it is a matter that won't make me blush


                                                         ­                                  -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, mind block not really posting a lot these days;-|


keeping now foot on gas
paining away drowns on piles

stashing upon jokes on types
watching with characters on hope

leaving before fall on love
starring because stars on align

dancing to listen on piano notes
writing for heart on no rhyme


                                                                                        ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, June *****-again-nice day!! :)


smeared upon a timeline
ran invisible funny suitable to my vision fine
as if ignored
guard unsolved

swear for that once and all
swear tears dried trickled no more
swear pounding fired hope is just words
swear that armor I wore must be permeable to swords
swear those lyrics are lost on right meanings
somethings are already ought to the bleeding

don't know how to shield
a break of relief of a happy scene from this contaminated field
crashed sad sirens
for which hell they belong silenced

wrenching
hearts a singular crushed things a dilemma of clenching
flames swallow another
don't feed me a burn to forest ashed lovers


                                                        ­                                   ------ravenfeels