DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never and I mean ever skip a song because of a childish intro!!!LISTEN TILL THE END:>


blame me for my blind eye

hesitant on the hearing not the see it dies

blame me on the reason

my last years gone depressed season

began so dull so dumb a childish try

turns out to be so **** hard to deny

drunk on the chorus that switches its motives

its so called focus

pleasant for the ear

a fancy for the crescent defeater

one with a furious raged demeanor

on the mind a wild falling pleader

thief of previous cherry symphonious instrumental feeder

to be a runaway to the arrogant feels a betrayal

when it absolutely sways the Venuses to the ultimate portrayal

to be so precious a part in the hallway gone crazy gone jealous

to be so malefic in the addicting becoming a bit waste of the Chellos

to be so lonely on the glared faults

on the failed dreams of filling constant thoughts

repressed upon charmed up lingering past fonts

plastered on the admit

flustered on the submit

a fine line between

some

savior a haven an unknown felon

some

killer a torturer soured up lemon


                                                                       ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I mean better than untitled no?:-?

invisibility
brought to sense & sensibility
to deter the grounds of this whole reality
for to block a void of superficiality

do we know the ideology originally centered?
rather than a method for a reason to be rendered
for man needs something to be remembered
& my own would be defined once a December

rather the ocean to be blind in hindsight
than the stars glittering aimlessly all right
yet please leave the deserts an urge to fight
the stay upon dark through light

                                                          ­                         ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things called faded never were:3


losing hope on the the line
a beak of joy once in my lifetime

miracle from the ending
never want to manipulate a bending

the polar of the polar was at that stake
a back to back felt like a heart break

favourite on the eyes
no need for excuses or pathetic lies

goddesses of killers
breathed into a caterpillar

but the butterfly not to live ought to die
on a yellow leaf to rot and cry

a shoulder to hang on not written on that destiny
today of all days the dangerous whispers to bethany

how much of months are upcome to bare the yin
battle of love in a spiced up of a resentment called yang in

melody to fear
connected to the neck right there to the ear

to no one but me

                                                       ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, 21:47=

my anger goes to the step further
of the suffering
than the one before
I'd like the option, you know?
even if I'd still be
in the midst of it all
So, what about the other lingering side?
the one that sits in the corner
by the telephone
I won't approach it
still what if I'd be--
forget that
I think I'd see
the withdrawal seep into me
but a time I've reached
where it's a challenge
to me
then again by me
the joke is even if the other option
which I don't even know what kind of option
of who I am pertaining to both ends
sits in the corner
shall it challenge me once more
I shall challenge it again
& again
& again
& that is where
my heart
the condolences
it sends

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels

remember me
the woman that cast you in time
you cast me in yours

talk about me
so will I
being your blue moon and so

feel me
mirror eye to eye
an engraved shadow

forget me
while writing your book
I'm sacred to the line, you know?

                                                          ­                                      ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, II-'22 : still the same dilemma;

whenever the message
couldn't fire up till the end
to those mindless words
at 3 A.M.

                                                                                        ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just a magical night in October that I ache for:}


when the telephone rang and his pleas sang

when the station blurred and the tables turned and the light burst

when he ran for the chase never minding the haze of desperate achieve

when he begged for the day for my beloved stay in the seconds before leave

when he refused to leave in the fight of disbelief in the fear of a disappear

when the stairs he walks to embrace the lots that we missed along the nighty watch

when he saves the gush in a surrender to his touch and an affection to my feels


                                                                                         ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, and no, I don't wear lashes:)

do you know for whom to send
while sipping tea you only blend
when the vanishing point
to your head a gun
and the misery of before
is renaissance beauty now sung
dare you put me at risk in its shade
be my guest, I'll be blade
a burgundy leaf scratching the green
dream of the sage
echoes of the stage SCREAM
the paint dries to be swept
she took off her lashes and wept

                                               ------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, need a sign---for my feels to shine:>


universe of ours to the seven of the heavens of the gods of the universe

I'm just hoping for a miracle immerse

I'm just waiting for a sign

to utter a feel to the unspeakable feels in the eyes spitted crime

universe tell me if it's a message you ought to send to reveal

because my attachment knows no surface when it comes to the deep

universe tell me if it's the angels that I think I see

because my paths are carved on the stance of this willing  be

universe tell me if it's the right I sense if it's the mild anticipated hence

because if it is-the moons that I felt the future that I begged

then my dreams would surf to the boundless wilds of the ends


                                                              ­           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, ......

and when the words seem so fabric thin
no warmth or familiarity could speak for them
to be back stitched

love to think it was not
some winter night dream of late drinks & ***
flashbacks of an awaited trance

crystal flame, who to blame?
winds of immense handprints
see snippets, see ripples, in a fish-eye lens I'm crippled

the actuality of a thought
for its death has been revived brought
until you realize what is what

                                                           ­                              ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, why does it seem like we abandon the other planets?:)


threatened on the nights

on the skeptic luxuries they ignite

other insecurities come to highlight

abandoning wants of dark carries that were once in hindsight

not sure if marvelous from the precious of the might hopes tied

clouds of mutual Venuses or Mercurys to collide

on backgrounds of relate of lonely to define

styling a vintage glass of polished wines

not a drink but the dime

not a dime but the inside


                                                                                  -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the difference makes no difference:>

under the rain love me
above the clouds love me not
think the days flowery and notes of C
think the blame is on the sugary plot

ever since I painted accidents with red
violets turned blue swoon
my demeanor shaded a women with a stubborn head
the kind of color that you moon

the most of the most
all no sequence separated
is what my season is up to raise that toast
and them breezes lay chills for the never faded

sweet
stay on my mind rule my mercury
the feel of love is neat
the curious incident that manifested this artery

a crumble of pieces to get back all a dawn
a primary color
painted on my nails tickling a green lawn
can't be traded with no other odor

the sparkles danced roses over my heart
I knew the first page
would be the death of me from the start
wouldn't trade it with any other stage

how did we get there?
the possession of double happiness
the dry blood scattered in the air
moments printed in hopeful swift angriness

delusional dimensions
out of the norm
things my soul would grant a suspension
this time to welcome the storm

I don't think so
the blur of the night on a stairs
a stumble in once upon ago
brought pretty smiles in crying strands of hair

because I don't want to wake up
the dressing of sunrise capital
the unwanted, a guitar playing after my tea cup
even if the burdened wrists all heavy calculated radicals

kisses infected mere means
the days of thoughtful ventures
of doubtful summers and no sleep
something an old vanilla scent betrays a different texture

                                                        ­                            -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't rush into things:\


waste before you taste

I refuse to believe the understands of this maze

or maybe I do in an unhealthy tunnel I pace

plastered on my thumb

can't hide can't delete

abandoning the louds from above even the beats

of my heart not the need

of the rhythm that I feed

of the sorrow that I plead


                                                                               --------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sunset west moon flies east? ;]


air planes soar
beyond the limits they roar
in a longing stare they long
disappearing through the clouds and gone
arise arose arisen
and in my place still frozen wizen
they venture the winds purple skied time
to blend and wing the moon menaces racing in line
glistening afar
from the back of a wounded scar
archer to the future
claiming a bleach
where does it go?
where does it reach?
maybe Saturn not here
but the return is there
to the node of the belong flying up no fear
seems my flight gonna wait for years
the waxing gibbous flies
and I hope for dreams in the close of eyes


                                                                          ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't pretend the innocence when you know that evidence:]



you know I'm a forest a wild sent rule crucial

scars abandoned on attached feels I call brutal

on you a ceiling too high to reach

far from the abnormals we share we teach

my sick matches your sick

your sick matches mine

it collides it ticks

burrowed from the glares of a daemon monster flare

been sold to the harsh heads

been kept at stake

the stark of shame

glosses of unhealthy addiction of reigns

no one knows nor understands us our meaning

things we used years to strive hard to achieving

rotten wolves as in our animalistic

in search of prey

a hellish nature fevered burning hate of the realistic

remind my mental

were owned by devils

not sentiments not rental

pretend the innocence when the obvious seeps

let go of the hold to grip on the recklessness that creeps

bent beats of unmeasured clefts but for the darker not the tender

a dominant number on the silent hypnotizing hummer

i ravish skins when control is no more

its hunger

shot on veins killed

****** out of blood

same as ecstasy

same as adrenaline

still racing on a flood


                                                         ­                          ------ravenfeels

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

If words won't remember us
(then who-)

                                                                                               ------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