"moonlighted" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never been more frustrated for not remembering a dream:_(
deja vu brought to view
even better this time that was like the twisted flu
an erase my system moonlighted on me frustrate to repeat
sunset a truck corner an autumn lasting in the backseat
forget that the ocean sailed and orange witches golden
a town of ancient camps imagined clean desires and broken
any subconscious stubborn to hold on inner fantasy?
cause me can't reach a fulfill a journey come to and ending duality
violet unaware a desire everlasting bel air
do dreams come true flasher in sharp not matter mere???
bare me the renaissance a century in ancestry fading memory far
pieced in my head puzzled mad realization aiming stars
magnetism the hell it means dungeon and dilemma bolds
sharp steeps deepen the voices running struggles put to the sold
-----ravenfeels
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
I loved you once
but a long (timed) ago
When a moonlighted flood
awashed our naked bodies
lying so still in affinity
No moonlight now
no longer seventeen
Looking back it was all just impossible
A longing sweetened dream
Stand up , walking to the open window
Looking out , into the heart of midnight
feeling , reliving , lost eternities
Oh bye and by as I longingly sigh
Wishing emptiness would last forever
in the hallowed soul of midnight
No expectations or derivations
Midnight sheds her skin
burned by moonlight's callous lies .
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I want to go back to that place, where white walls were clean & optimistic.
That place where vertical blinds moonlighted as wind chimes, lightly clapping together in the sunlight,
a place where last nights laundry was folded, cooling on the couch.
But it was okay because it was mixed with last nights laughter.
I want to go back to that place.
But its been so long & so glorified, I can't tell if it exists in my memory,
or in something from TV.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
The kind of connection where things are not perfect but when you kiss its
like that feeling on Christmas
morning
The kind of connection
where he may not be beautiful but
you could swear that his eyes are
made from the dust of a falling star.
The kind of connection where he's the flame in the fire of every
birthday candle you ever wished on
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC