This book contains poems that don't always rhyme but they do tell a story. 
If you are tired of reading fantasy, try reading Something Real. You might want to look for your own and other's thoughts and feelings inside. 
The suspense will shock you!  

The focus of this book is to relate to the readers while telling a story in few meaningful sentences, that's not to say that it perfectly fits the definition of poetry.
 
This book is not meant to be read page by page. 
you can start from wherever you want and stop whenever you like.

Something Real

Here lies everything I have worked for. 


There was a time; The grass of this place was green and fresh, 


The stone I once carved with my blood. 


When I see them, I feel my blood rush. 


When rain falls; drop by drop it takes the proof of the scars. 


The bloodshed before the endless dark. 


Forever I am in a graveyard full of dead men, with all these dead plants. 


I want to leave but the fog has blinded me, 


So I would rather be with the ghost of my dreams. 


He speaks to me when I fall, my knees when the drop, 


Soil my skin adopts and I finally hear that sound. 


I see a bloody floor instead of soil covered with water that tastes sore, 


For them to reappear and all my blood to flow away 


And just like that I would lay waiting to decay, 
