Fantasy…

Everything was a fantasy….

Everything needed an excitement…

Everything should be happy all the time…

A Fantasy makes everything happy….

A small problem….

Fantasy comes with a heavy price….

The Creator has to suffer whatever that is in Hell for the rest of his life…..

And He becomes the villain of his Fantasy…..

But for me it became a little severe….

I tried to make—-No—

I thought of making a new world…

I was made villain that instant…

You see…there is a problem with happy endings…….

Villains are killed…..

And so I was killed even before my Fantasy world was created……….

The End……….

Lost And Gone

I was lost in the waves.

Waves were striking me hard.

Paining me.

But I care not.

I floated with the waves.

Thought waves were part of me.

Lost–I forgot its meaning.

And I floated.

Unaware of anything.

None was there to rescue me.

But what of rescue?

There is no escape.

If not the waves,then…..
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At last I found the dictionary.

It just floated towards me.

Kudos to whom it was dropped by.

I found the meaning of lost.

Now–

I began to drown.

I don’t know how to swim.

Then how did I survive so long?

Or do I know how to?

Is panic trying to kill me?

Will my return to conscience
be the reason for my demise?

I tried to force my mind.

Said I know how to swim.

Knowing it was just a cover up.

“Mind over matter”
“Mind over matter”

Well the truth is that

My time is up.

This me,it dies.

And I cant help it.

Hoping that I will be reborn.

As a new one.

A wish that I wont be repeated.

And I am dying.

Not knowing when it will be dark.

The Robin Life Quest

The untethered
well weathered
friendly , feathered
construction of small sight
watch the minature might
as he radiates a natural flight
in his own
unknown
winters blown
red glowing , forridging
fight at night .
The world
and its well permed
curls
hard to straighten out
in the persistant bout
of the robins turbulent whirls .
To survive and nurture
to enlive and suffer toture
what a brilliant crimson clad creature
what a tiny but promenant feature .
We observe our granted
enchanted
scarlet breasted
bread fanatic
plump chested
friend .
The red bird and its call
summer and its warmth
makes a winter fall
try wearing the feet of the robin
imbedded in the call
of survivals frosted wall .
The mars coloured creature never cries
beneath the frozen deathly eyes
that glare from survivals cruel skies .

Unique

Who owns your imagination
is it you
I don’t know
is it in the street
crowded
and shrouded
by humanities fleet
thinking at a pace off beat
could you know the person
you will meet
are we encased by a paranormal sheet
or are we folded and moulded
to a pleat
we don’t know
but we all live a life that cheats
do you own your thoughts
who knows because I am beat .
Reality is the unknown
therefore it can’t exist within this dimension
where upon and across the fields of life
our thoughts have been sewn
and where our unique
individuality has grown

Unique

Who owns your imagination
is it you
I don’t know
is it in the street
crowded
and shrouded
by humanities fleet
thinking at a pace off beat
could you know the person
you will meet
are we encased by a paranormal sheet
or are we folded and moulded
to a pleat
we don’t know
but we all live a life that cheats
do you own your thoughts
who knows because I am beat .
Reality is the unknown
therefore it can’t exist within this dimension
where upon and across the fields of life
our thoughts have been sewn
and where our unique
individuality has grown

Untidy Paper

Mispelt words
crawl across untidy paper
small sentences
big feelings
they fell
like me
out of favour .
The red phone box
and its bell
I’d run pulling up my socks
other kids giving me hell
the poplars that did waver
memories like a spell
they spelt my unsavour .
The black car
that came from afar
my joy
to see it
a boy
I’d touch just
to feel it .
But it didn’t stay
it was there only
for a day
the car
then floated past a star
back away
out of my reach
to no play once again
tears replaced the blood
in my veins
as I sat faced by more of the same
my mispelt words
my untidy paper
why the bitterness
why the unsavour .
my mam I missed
as the polars would waver
letters I would kiss
sealed by her flavour .

Vampyre

The solar approaches
down go
the canine encroachers .
A catacomb home
an underworld
of embossed , carved stone
a lowered , dull groan
thats drops to a hell town
tone
inside they lie
sleeping
unknown
unable to die
or ever grow .
If its a strong lunar night
back they go to their
place out of sight
a rebound of sol
impossible to fight
in tortured flamed pain
devours their flesh
by a burst of light
If the fire
grips them
it licks their
skin
and rips out all
and within
from the entire to a dire
skeleton
of a stripped skull thin
ribs charred
teeth clenched
and smouldering
to a death
tight grin .

The Time Stamp

A clockwork planet
its contours embossed
a jade garnet
spiked with frost .
Two tone colours
pave the hillside
tors carved from stone
rumble to landslides .
The sun screams a glare
to floral definition
all the hedge rows
stretch out
to a colourful collision .
The earth quakes
while one half awakes .
The other half tremors
as they live
their night terrors .
My floating head upon
a pillow
does dream a mute
blinking within lifes shadow
asleep . thinking , profound
and shallow
now its time to wake
as day will break
the night
to follow .

The hell fuck ground (of misunderstood)

This persistance
we call existance
has to return to ring
to continuity
or sing
aloud
misunderstood throws out the shroud
and alas no connectivity
Is aloud
a fucking travesty
to the fuck awful
unlawful
cavity
inside and bound
by a lack of clarity
I think
to sink
down
to the hellfuck ground
my hands cover my crown
another
of all mothers
twat faced
and shit laced
yet again clowns
why not
is a word forgot
I tell you this
for I will not
take the piss
or wield the poisoned hiss
or the fatal
apple eden
bullshit kiss
for I know
the show goes
but it blows
not on
or over
or through
its a breeze
from your sneeze
it was across
out of you

The Hall Of The Damned

The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental , ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark
underworld , of plughole
down drain

A soul stealing trident
satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped
in a serpent
stands arrow , capped in an
evil dominant
inside are trapped
spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life , retirement

So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near
and says this is what
you might get
only fear
if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be centrally speared
and eternally in a net

The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers
that hanged
now they’re hell framed
their pictured in pain
the forever tortured
dead and inane
they contortedly cry out
faintly my name
as I leave satans
place of reign
I know after this
that I’ll play the right game
and never shall I diss
the lords name
nor dare never
shall I ever
speak it
in vain