DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, in different shades...

Life
an acquaintance
since January
sought me in its life
for the temporary

Diluted from the lover trance
in its shade I bathe
in happenstance
I pass it
to fade
in a feverish crowd
like a breeze of ghostly remembrance
dumped by the hustle
by all these sounds

We meet silently
dividedly
appointed to exile
sometimes we regret
the rivalry in piles
of overlaid cement
with a nonchalant style

It seems so
when our tired shadows
glimpse at each other's forms
then resume to go

Blocking the inseparable
what a theatrical element
clueless detriment
clueless sentiments
to the flow
not to a ruler's measure
or an on-guard show
------------------------
I guess we've always known


                                                         ­                                   ------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, it is the leap of the known knows of the unknowns:)

be the wither
be the pain
I've written the
wholes of
that one pathed tenth trench and
paced lane of an ever
a ten a twelfth of three sixes
an ever
again, I'd come to come
through in neat shall
the pleasure of today is the same of the
pleasure
of that year

now come
my memory into the eye
onto the foreseen
one through an eye

for the written to them shall
burn to the past to
commit lie
draining my pen
onto the forges
of day in
sublime tortures
dimming my life my tent swallowed by
a fox
a god's a falcon's a once sought
eye

so trace my words I write
here I write have written today for
they shall be past of some lesson of
a mean just the same tell
them to read tell them to listen well
indeed for a poet's riddles shall
trick and deceive tellers the
tortures till moons till
the one till of hell

                                                                   -----ravenfeels

After all this
time, even after I've
flipped the page, the poem from before
remains stamped, traced, on every single new one it
behaves as if it's at home to rhyme and all
refusing to erase the stupid
marked engravings until
my fall

Would it ever
die? regenerating from some past
life, even when it says 'the next one'
I flip again, but guess
what? it flips me with an unmet
joke, a well planned
lie, over & oversoaked until
my demise

No surprise
anymore, expected remains on every
corner, filling pages before tears and
engravings fade in, with
my diluted pain on a new
notebook no chance to spend, it's
ruined in advance until
my end

                                                            ­                               ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just random stuff to share from my notes:>

                            twinkle twinkle in my head

                           a fairy tumbling into my bed

                      on a quest to the escape trips the feet

                     laughter spread wide on the concrete

                                hidden from the unseen

                              yet for the magic to appear

                             a glisten from afar not near

                                  holds before the gone

                        before the adventure or the run

                         silenced on trickles of embraces

              tattooed to the lips in drips from those chases

           unfunded to the dimples of the backs of the faces

                             to a welcoming of a nation

                            a whole new legacy a creation

            symphonies to my ears an incredulous fascination

                I rather the harmonious dancing pleasantries

                  that bring the chaos and back the pastries

                                  not of cakes not of candy

                                           of memories

                                     in a twist in a frown

                       the enchantment betrays and drowns

                      the lover into a fictional immortality

                           the kind that sweeps from reality

   to the hands of seconds on the visual symbols of conspiracy

                                      flustered by snow

                     into margins drunk on the laws of penalty

                       and the encounters of past familiarity

                      hums into the heights smoothed frights

                                     bet you a comeback

                                      in the final scene

                        the again everlasting so called calamity

                        not even knowing the costs or the price

                               hence on the steps they wise

                               an adornment so pure so nice

                                       simple for a ball

                                       unique for a fall

                                       on the toilet wall

                                    and the myth in the hall




                                
                                                                ­      

                                                               ­                   -----ravenfeels

Pessoa sat on a bench
ready for the rain's stench
hands in his pocket
an empty, empty wallet

time is shredding senses
the mysterious coat avenges
last from a group of friends
wounded and the fog doesn't mend

Pessoa sat on a bench
taking the rain's stench
his jaw to the clench
busy streets cobble French

black hat with a tight ridge
where all curious minds hid
door slams, droplets dance
it's a trance

Pessoa sat on a bench
defend yourself, defend
passersby still know, no tend
a pity look, a petty spell
want to buy?
would he sell?

smiles wasted wry
tickled waists to the clutched hand-holding lie
not to him, he's to die
shadow pointless, out of time

Pessoa sits, demeanor stands
umbrella steady by left hand
a soaked problem with no name
down the cliff behind him, letters rain

                                                           ­                                ------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