DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I can go on forever:|


what if the worst I can't know anymore

what these fingers are capable are core

what if the blurs are getting to a hold

not even sure how I put that to the bold

what if I'm not here at all

still the same but number for the height of the fall

what if the tomorrow awaits no flesh no dark

the evermore I wrote is a fade is an invisible mark


                                                                             ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a dream one week ago:9


when that world came to an end

I saw all the colors in hindsight-eyes bend

cheetahs brush the graves on a pupil in the browns they fade

kisses planted on necks for a goodbye imaginary mates no meet made

stake on the runs

cars jogging in place neon lights with no sun

the packed stuff stumble on frights and screams I can't shut

the hell does it mean when you're choked on fatal without a but

doors abandon left sensations in scare in must

breathes don't do any when opened after this disastrous dust

when the world came to a salty end

a smile in me shattered on no coming backs forever send


                                                                            -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some questions are never answered---they are floating in space scrapes till now:\


who are you?

where are you?

are you there?

you still there?

your staggering blues begged

for my attention in the shackles of chaos

now what?

where are you gone?

call me right on the phone?


                                                                                     ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, with her-----

with her mind
with her flower I walk towards
the everydayness
the destination
not knowing
this time that
the words on my mouth
are to be stolen by some
penname syndrome inclination

see the rage
the rage I see
with her mind
taking a hold
demanding a toll on me
for the vision I've closed my eyes upon
became the vision I've come to become
for it to become me
swallowing me
in that place
the so called place
where everything is possible

who is she?
I asked the oranges
the **** clementines
the neon ones twinkling
mocking
flickering in the back of her mind
showing a glimpse of her unbeknownst self
the self of all but nothing of rhymes

yesterday
she drank herself out
figuratively of course
& danced till 12:23 PM
on an afternoon
awake awoke awoken
again
she walks
with-her-flower
withering flower
the withering one I walk
holding it for life's sake
afraid the mind would be
searching for the once word
'withering' to insert in a sentence

                                                       ­                                 ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I'm well aware that nothing makes sense, including this poem :>

content is not something we give consent
you hold your pen yet the ink spills as it pleads
you are a walker of blood yet it sheds out when cut & bent
you have a brain yet the tongue blurts out the feels

content is not something we color
just an acceptance of the past
just a canvas you get to paint with limit bother
good for a day then a memory till it lasts

the kiss of a palm forehead & cheek
drafts in my head just to render a sleep
some greed never fed or a satisfaction to meet
yellow till it goes mustard & a shade deep

the saving of a night that would save the day
it's like it's gold but you're swallowing the sand?
the desperation for a treasure at some bay
how would I even find content when out of the hand?


                                                         ­                         --------ravenfeeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no one knows you better than yourself:}


you know inside

you know outside

of yourself fears of the dies

they come to a fatal end they cry

letters on night candles lit

not even legal to spit

not sure if I can handle this not a bit

a mad house on the blacks

on dug wholes on the ***** slacks

problem with dignity

pride on admitting the consequences of this troubled malignity

                                                                               ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, with no rhymes: it's always a truth within a lie:>

YOU, yes YOU
you know me much better
than I do know myself

I know you much better
than you do so yourself

likewise

yet we both don't know
the truth to that still
because we are so engrossed
in everything around us outside & in
ourselves at the same time

so what shall occur under
the privilege of knowing you
shall occur under
the privilege of you knowing me

so farewell for now
for I shall look after myself

& YOU, yes YOU
you know that much better
than I do know that so myself


                                                                                      ------ravenfeels