Where Else My Poetry Falls

The curious breeze fills the air, The waves are searching for the rivers, The color of the seafloor is the color of the clouds, Muggles have blossomed with romance, This way, your memories will fade, In this life-path where the silence is scattered Dreams achieved with pity, Sacrifices of sacrificial blood on the floor, No vengeance, no consequences, A heart does not cry will not be removed, Moon may scatter downwards, Everything will disappear in the fireplace, Yet the flower may bloom in the memory, Like a sprouting bud, The heart thunders because brightness of the moon, I don't know, Who's screaming all night?

When I reveal all the truth If it hurts you, either worship me till my death, Or stab a knife in my young heart, because truth is always a two-pronged poisonous snake.

Without looking at what's inside themselves, They will criticize the light by looking in the dark, They are the seekers of a fantasy-filled cup, they don't know the truth, that nothing will be gained without sacrifice.

They're trying to find the boy who lost in the subway of a  busy road of Oxford Street. but I know  they can't, because the boy they speak does not exist, even in this real world nor in the virtual, but among the million stars, he lives the alien ship, I can see it, and it's blinking gives me hope, I'm not alone anymore,

Die like me, inside and outside and don't talk and forget all, like the rest who forgets the deads. Be patient when you're alone, under the ground, when worms enter in your stomach, like the dreadful dreams. think about who you loved and who loved you most, that what will make you know, you haven't forgotten at all.

He fears those things he loved once Colourful toys and his painting books And they smiled and he laughed he gave them colours and he was their god They told the tales and he listened And they danced with the songs he sang he found and he lost, those things he loved once In his cupboard, he heard the cursing sounds, And their whispering screams And their dusty noisy coughs Those days are gone, and the child is no more He is dead and his joyful mind 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 by his hands..

Like a flowing river of blue My mind goes to faraway oceans Swims through the silence of the seas Where my Moon dissolve into the blues Deep in the sea there I see  Glowing dreams like a starry  night Keeping secrets in the secret shells And where tears become the precious pearls Golden colored joyful sand  Mixing with my Pouring sea of sad I know, now I'm free from the regrets of past And I live in this blue, in this Shadow of the sea When the moon raise up in the night And I'll climb and run away with him I left my secrets, memories and pain Now I'm free,  to go with the moon