Where Else My Poetry Falls

Emotions are falling from the moon Love, lust, pain, and other things I can see it with my naked eyes Only I can see this because I'm the only one awake in this midnight, Dreams are flying with feathers, Nightmares are hunting them with arrows, They're broken and they're in pain Only I can feel this because, I'm the Only one awake in this midnight I can hear the screams from the woods, like they're mine or someone else's I know Only I can hear this because, I'm the only one awake in this midnight,

A bag of bones, a hypnotic idiot beast, Burnishing his hat by splendid dreams. Shiny retouch by the radiant ray of east, Inside the hat there were silent screams. Grey haired man with a  irrelevant fluffy hat. Some holes made them creepy as hollow. Dark coloured hat Made with hairs of a cat, Wears it when, death bells ring in low. He was merciless, no cure and no pride, Hunter of dreams, hunt down with his dark magic hat. Lustful dreams just trapped with his ride, Lingeringly drowse them by his fascinating chat. Imaginary dark world and a notional king, Dark hat made him witch world's King. A bag of bones with cruel sweeten smile, Who wears the creepy hat of deathly smile.

I always wonder, how do I bring myself to light, All I know is a thunder, no lightning but I hear sounds, No rain but the clouds are grey, hiding something, things I don't like to shower, I know if I drop, land, your land cannot hold it, even one drop of my pain, even one drop of my tears, what else I could sprinkle on your ground, If you don't like to be a graveyard of terrors I must keep it myself, the holdings, the dark and the bad dreams, about everything I had done earlier

when I forget all the things instead of the current moments, what I hold myself to my heart, not to forget myself. I know it's not you, nor the things you had given earlier. Remembering myself, what inside in my body, The soul which helps me to rejoice the future events, or the past that I believed myself, I belong to a fairy tale. I look backward to find the shiny things which can bring my past, darkness, the blindfold, or a veil that hides everything, nothing more I could find in this age of Oblivion.

One more dark night I stayed apart Endless memories joined with dark Waited for long in this sorrowful night , Bringing peace by the silent screams Learned love and those lustful dreams Surfing through my sleepy ocean  Apart is different,broken but great Never gonna bleed, unless if I let her break What a night with strange full pain All I know is " I lost myself in night" Begging myself for a hopeful dawn Light of love may scatter this night It will happen only if I choose Bring me life to win this war But long night now a part of me. hope never blooms here, but darkness always does

make me believe, if you're more crazier than me. Take me where you live, and show me what you got all those dreams you slaughtered, and the graveyard you buried them. kill for me, slay a woman or a man you hate most and write me a song, a love song, with thier blood message me at 2 am, when you listen the screams, when you started to believe, there's a ghost under your bed when your eyes get weary, when your skin started to pale, when you become an evening person, who is afraid of light, who loves to live in dark think of me, call me now,we are so much alike now

I fear those things I loved once Colourful toys and my painting books when I give the colours, they smile and I laugh, I was once their god They spoke the tales and I listen And they dance with the songs I sang I found and I lost, those things I loved once In my cupboard, I hear the cursing sound, And their whispering screams And their dusty, noisy coughs Those days are gone the child is no more He is dead with his joyful mind long ago Blinded  heart has forgotten such toys Creepy hands have forgotten such arts But the toys are waiting, soon he will change Colours will bloom once again, through his hands..