DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, AGAIN------ just my everyday life:


wake up not like before
feels on listed chores:
breathe
eat
walk
talk
laugh
cry
happy
dance
sad
drink
read
bored
write
sing
think
paint
sleep
dream
forget
Again­

                                                                          ------ravenfeels

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, 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

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, may MAY (as usual) ......

& YET, I BET
yourself would be the 'second' worse you have met

I have a wish
a wish that wouldn't make me a fish
I want to escape that bowl
only for three months whole
then get back through
& I won't mind staying into
because I have seen the dream when I couldn't
& now I know even though if I shouldn't
I shall be stopped by others
yet I shall not stop me or bother
I know I demand a golden wish
yet my life is haunted by a fish
(& the dwell on 'yet' ends to begin)

the problem is that it's not only in the other shoals
it's that it's in the sea overall


                                                                                            -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, how many journals do you go throughout the year?

he fades
for real this time
I'm losing sleep over myself
not over him
over his rhymes
if I can prove his existence in my brain
I can't
it doesn't even exist
even if it does
still not the same
his effigy is one for the flames to eat
and for the bridge to burn
on my poems his body lays
a skeleton my feet passes in between
thoroughly
between the lines standing in the way
dust coming back to follow me
with no second thought
or maybe just one
one thought between me & myself
how many more journals can I go through?
through which I go out of throughout the year
through which I go out of thought about cleaning up
some fear
of this dust from all over my poems
so give me back my poems
the winters that went away
those are mine to keep
to show them
until the last page
of it
of it all
and don't read them
because then you'd have to call

                                                           ­                                     ------ravefeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, it's not a word, but I use it : so it is :>

would you in an ever
think deeply till death?

would you in an ever
know how to terminate your breath?

would you in an ever
remember the houred reality?

would you in an ever
live whatever the calamity?

would you in an ever
speak it all knowing it's madness?

would you ever
in an ever
of an ever
of the evers
think deeply till death?

would you ever
in an ever
of an ever
of the evers
know how to terminate your breath?

                                                        ­                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, leave it all behind>

directed by architectural mazes
whole lots of concrete phases
come find the place we're in
we swim in gazes
bathe in shadow traces
when left is sea
and mountains wherever you'd spin
shuffling streets
baffled cars
always heading somewhere?
really?
never made it to Mars?
never fogged out and parked out there
beating the wheel
and walking the streets
for driving on grid sheets
covered by the tallest coat
stumbling the west coast
still so naked and bare
the edges of land
you've known by heart like a palm of hand
they never seemed to care
they were always there
you'll be gone
descending the stairs
they'll remain hung
hung and they swear
but a tear fell, it fell and teared
right from my fears it dwelled
the wind swelling at my hair
between chaos and crystal clear
stay or leave?
in its shadow I scream
died, dead
just by the emptiness of a walk
by how the streets were sheer
it was a dabbling feel in mere
the end was here
and the end was near
dead eyes we bleed
dead eyes we share

                                                          ­                                  ------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

Turning through the pages
Rummaging for some line that speaks about you
Turning the ends of my laces
Plummeting for a moment you'd fade
Into something new

You’ve been striving to catch that train
Where people match your face and dandy suit
They clap when your cup is filled with pain
So go ahead, go ahead, pack your case
Fill your boots

Tell me if you’ve mended the way
Towards the compass that calls for you
While the mother calls on the other sea bay
Mosaic sherds falling through a cage don't mistake them
For some dew

I hear you screeching on your own bile
A broken statue with an eyesight soured
Trapped? Oh trapped you've been for a while
Alexander’s hair powdered
Run, run free, free and wild

Broken ego, broken heart
Was your patience hanging on a cliff?
I’ve been hugging the ground
From the start
While you've lost sight of the glyph


                                                                                            ------ravenfeels

can you redeem me passionate of the past
or was it just a tune rambling behind my back
I told you all about it and so
so, who do you think would be the death of my cloak
pacing in between
some wants and some necessities
I dangle my heart to the fire
it darkens a little bit more each time
tell me about your day
about the way which you resemble your own self
even when staring at an empty shelf
that was once bearing every letter
every sense
who do you smell
when the pillow to your head comes to rest
when the sip of the tea dries in your mouth
a taste you only blend
Jupiter disguises itself
and the sea brings its way to ankle dense
lines justifying the reason of their immense
and the sand clatters between platters
what do you swallow instead?
SILENCE feeds itself
being as loud as chaos itself
and chaos feeds its calmness being as loud as
silence
ITSELF
in what heart do you choose to dwell IN?
in what night do you choose to blend in?
weren't you the dark itself
why are you counting yourself in?
separating your shadow from the layers underneath
when they are from the within
hollow shadows in between
clustered clouds branching themselves somewhere in
do you redeem yourself a stranger from the world you're in
because it doesn't really seem that you've ever belonged anywhere between its thins
pour your cup of beer
or maybe that of gin
the wine frustrates the heels
and the beer lingers to the kin
drag yourself to the scene
before the scene drags you in
wood cuts on your spleen
do you regret breaking in?
far from the entire sheen?
ever invited? ever been?
questions redeem themselves, they redeem
thoughts to the drawers that they've never twinned
I've been spaced to the blocking ring
I've been hung at the wall to sing
pinned to the glass windows to be heard
found myself picking up some sherds
time is moving in reverse
I thought it was rehearsals
turns out this is IT
been imitating someone who's never been
been impersonating the moon from the tornado within
been devastating her on shrooms and downgrading her sin
she never was a sinner
it was all swirling in a bin
empty look on her face
do you feel the taste
of yellow scatters splotching down her cheeks they trace
dance to the disco wave
it's all a matter of waste
till you find yourself arranged
by means of a director's vision of amaze
amuse the ones for change
and yourself you come to drain
I've never been trained
but I found myself on the train
I never knew another way
dragged by the feet to its lane
hair tied to the window pane
smelling wooden floors
do you pay?
I've been stranded
I've been astray
serving a chromoluminarist banquet
with a painted wall pamphlet
hanging plates on the wall
for people to watch and supposedly
link it all
do you know whom to call
when you find yourself in utter free fall
I've waited, swirling at the ball
but now I'd rather swirl till I'm all
done with myself to want to fall
finding myself swept by my laces
to the corners of a bed
on a pillow with sun traces
to be eclipsed by lunar phases
and depleted from falling vases
mistreated by sleep and mazes
steps fail
defeated, but I AM SATAN

                                                          ­                                  ------ravenfeels

Ghosting corridors with a bottle in my hand
Was I transported back in time somewhere I'm
Supposed to understand...
How do you stand? Already
My mind I'm hosting-I'll just rant:

Quick sand-Quick slant
I’m drowning
Catch my hand
I’m baffled, frowning
Why is your laugh sounding?

How could you believe?
Eyes that never seemed
To look at you the same way
That you’ve dreamed
In a may May’s written relief, just say

How could you demand?
Abandoning sleight of hands
The unspoken rules, the reprimands
Against lust and fumes-lies?
Against moon spoken eyes

Where do I land?
After dusting the coast
After moments I boast
Still I trip the sand...
Am I being scammed?

The bottle in my hand
Transported to a shrinking corridor,
Not some wonderland-over what span?
My mind I'm hosting
Make a wish? (****): Door Slam


                                                          ­­                                  ------ravenfeels

I wonder if she poses to the camera
every once in a while
as if it was him taking her picture
at every time
what would it be like?
living
reminiscing
dwelling
waxing then waning
then remembering
then forgetting
dreaming at once
then escaping at other times
degrading the lots
then defending a frail
outline
of something that's been
but was never hers today to call
not even MINE
DO you mind?
I've thought you'd let me carry your body
rather than mine
but now it feels like
I'm not supposed to be alive
when yourself isn't even sure
if alive
looking back it sours
like a lime
depending on the hour
sometimes I miss the blacks
sometimes to miss the whites
tell me I am FINE
what do you even see?
what could you even find?
in the drops of water at sea
I see a picture with no define
blurry to the see by the meadow
by the cottage
by the sign
in sight
90s posters scattered
cheering the wine
surmount me in free
meet me: bar or gallery?
where our shadows hang
cornered
hung at a framed stance
what do you say?
say to me

                                                             ­                              ------ravenfeels

do you come to dwell
under six feet of plundered space
where the moon just shun
and the sun has won the race
folders of thoughts are stacked to the waste
the pen of rust it tastes
for the writing on the wall to pace
like swirling bullet holes looming across my face
I can't speak of this place
I can't speak of this maze
for by the time I've been there
I'm even amazed
are you slightly fazed?
when an elevator changes the case
mysterious eyes ask the ones of craze
"how do you function_when the past you bathe?"
when the dash IS the haze


                                                          ­                                 ------ravenfeels

after all is said but
nothing is done after
all the dread and
the wake ups of no
fun, current plans lead to a burst
of tears drying up by the
fan, being the first to feel these
feels how could one understand? maybe
it was severe, maybe it was just
bland thoughts -******* with a band- getting swirled by a
blender on  x6 speed, not so
smart when you find your kitchen dripping
of what should've remained in a
jar, how FAR? have you been
mistaken by the door left
ajar, not for the past to be sent in, it
was just a mindless trick to see if
mindless thoughts remain seen even when
blind to all the mud, it brings in like
a flood...BACK TO incomplete silence (some Chopin), but the pin
just dropped, from free fall once upon
a sudden abrupt, when the pan knew exactly when not
to stop from burning on after my
hand found itself on the heating
spot---find me, find me not merged with the
spotless floor to the
DOT

                                                        ­                                   ------ravenfeels