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

A fantasy I had, I now tell people that it is dead 


But seriously was it all just an evil scheme? 


It only seems because I taste salt when I speak. 


Familiar to me but I will tell you I have never been this weak. 


Beneath every living thing, that you created to be seen. 


The clock started ticking, suddenly everything I was losing. 


Betrayed by my fantasy, everything turned against me; became my enemy and it became hard to breathe. 


His words are imprinted in my brain, my face. 


Everything wrong stayed, the good times faded away. 


Why God? I know I am not worthy enough to have it all, but to your people I bowed, never thought I could ever be in the same realm. 


I admired how merciful you were now I just feel like a clown. 


With malice in my heart, I will always question your work of art. 


You created all the stars but there is no way to remove the poison in my heart. 


All the people you formed, some are gone to be allies with the wrong 


Everything is tinted with a shade of blue. 


I use to wake up wanting to move, to not lose. 


I did everything that a human could, I let my heart hurt until it bruised. 


Forever with him, I could have tolerated anything. 


I felt everything my heart rate dropping, my life going downhill. 


I had less to keep but I still had something to believe in. 


Then why God? Why couldn't I have just this one thing? 


My dearest.