DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, 2:45 on WED 9-VIII-'23------

comin’ back here, meetin’ up
crumblin’ in a domino’s loop, when
order expires, we’ll be in this famine too
even on this sea deck, the army’s list check
all track of them names
what they gave me
clearly none match here
so what’s with the deal?

some of those bodies lack the means to tolerate
look at the branches processin’ its roots’ betrayal
if you don’t give in to death you give devastate
washin’ its trail, burnin’ on pale
instead of goin’ on this life to bail

letter in green, waterin’ hands hangin’ in misery
emotional swallow, a liquid to this numb thing
to him towards, wordin’ is a war
doubled reality
jump the war zone the freezing state bone
as you recall the real

some of those bodies lack the means to tolerate
drowning this pride is one’s own self’s defeat enslaved
if you don’t give in to death you give devastate
washin’ its trail, burnin’ on pale
instead of goin’ on this life to bail

those branches would come to rejoice
rejoice the tree’s roots and its crown
matterin’ some asphalt upon
upon which feet would come to frown
and they would soldier their way
soldierin’ their way into the crowd
like it’s the March of their lives
the life they would brink to survive
sheddin’ the fears that they bound
to cancel the love of a waitin’ wife

some of those bodies lack the means to tolerate
black eyes will come to nurse the rednesses’ space
you think you see his skin, when you see his stain
washin’ its trail, burnin’ on pale
he doesn’t want to know the norm
the serve of them flames, huggin’ them blades
not minding the storm
washin’ its trail, burnin’ on pale
instead of goin’ on this life to bail

                                                           ­                                ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, honestly----:

I am taken back
by my own image
being accessible to the world
I forget people's expression
still I know how to read it so well
I forget my own expression
still it is one in my mind a print
I dwell
to cough it out
***** the drought
I shall not speak of the walls, to add
they shudder into
in a concave shape
they remind me of their inconsequential stay
& to their mercy I am doomed
Do you even have a clue?
Do I even know to whom?
Am I talking-(?)
Am I walking-(?)
Am I RAMBLING-(?)
I despise---
No cross that: Backspace
I am tired of searching
in disarray
in dull dead eyes
nonchalantly
thinking I'll find my reflection
in people barely living through
Honestly, I must say
I'd rather not know what to do
  
                                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sinking I sink---

the truth is, you're my safe street
lulling me every night to sleep
I whisper to you religiously like a creep
but I'm falling down, down, down, from the steep

the pearl there on my neck
heavy, still I won't let
hiding it, from the moment I've bet
holding it in a net

that you, and only you I'd let
to not be a reality that I'd wipe out nor forget
shipwrecked in dirt
do I regret?
been waiting for a dawn, some sun has set......

through the manhole, hear me mutter
sinking I sink
retrieving the ink
on you spent not some other
in my drenched sweater I stutter
shut me out, shut me up, close the **** shutters

out of this street, some sidewalk to a lover
now the ink is splashing in water-no-color
bother me, I'm not one to bother
set me free, surely I'd come to recover

                                                        ­                                    ------ravenfeels

Slippery ground, watch how you walk
Around me, silvery mirror until you
See yourself, hesitant to even
Be someone missing, anxiously to
Be found, powerful confidence, yet
Strangled to a tree, performing the stage, WHAT AN
ANIMATED SCENE!, strident I come, did I
Break your SOULFUL JUNK?, brittle to the
Heart, never been dead, "try 'HELL' once", heard he
FLED!, far, far away to the
OROTUND---what a disarray,
CAUGHT, reminiscent of the ethereal breathy
PROMPT, the one underlined on my notebook stumped in
Gruff, escorted with an angelic
Background, penetrating the dawn's dunes, honeyed
MEMORIES survive, I laugh with them what to
DO?!, euphonious by sound, tremulous by
TUNE, were we even somebodies before falling in
'JUNE'---dismantled some sunshine, was I a raging
SWOON?, well, for me I don't know
WHY---still, they said I'd have to recover
SOON---for you, I think there's no chance to find someone
NEW

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels