Where Else My Poetry Falls

when the time comes, when I die, when my soul find a space in the Raven's talons. you can take all these pieces with you, and tie it together, enrich it with some cherry blossoms, and with some feathers of your broken dreams. when they fail to remember my existence, when they start to forget about this world of sorrow and harsh. you should wear this crown of madness, because pain is essential for a peaceful world.

lustrous, a summer midnight, he was waiting for the clouds to sleep, and the lunar came by, and he knows his shines, the one who sells the stars for a price, and the price is what you love the most. hesitation, his eyes become gloomy, darkness or the sadness which slayed his joy, price should be named or the stars will fade, what would he give, what's he loves the most? speechless, a tiny thing in his pocket, a star from the past, which's belongs to his mother, what was the price, how did she earned, now she is no more, so he wants the truth.

I have found the wisdom, when I was in my mother's womb. when clouds found its way back to home, I found mine, the way to this oblivion life. I remember that day, I cried aloud, like a thunder, which echoed throughout the mountains, till when I saw them, they had pretty smiles They are the people, gave me advices, to live this fucking world, with worries, they made to suffer, and a broken mask of a smile to hide them. they have found the rules, and they have found the laws, how could I live with the wrong choices I made, they will hang me or they will make me to death why am I living for? the question remains till when I get back my wisdom, if it is after my death, or after the silver hairs dance, Whenever it is I shall give no mercy on them.

I'm dead.  You can hide me  wherever you like But you must be very careful  not to hide in your heart's burial grounds.  Because I am not worthy  of being laid in the graves  of those who dug the grave.