If wishes where horses
I'd be glad to ride
I'd take a chance and sail to the sky
If wishes where horses it'd be nice
I'd grow feathers wings and fly
I'd harness the sun and keep the rain
I'd be sure there'd be much to gain
If wishes were horses let's be plain
We'd wish to pulverize all our pains
Yet these and more did keep us sane
If wishes were horses as we dream
It won't be enough to quench our greed
If wishes were horses
I'd wish mind be let free
Free from thoughts of adversary
I'd wish the waters flew through me
To cleanse my soul and gladden it
If wishes were horse as it should be
I'd live in abundance of treasure and pleasures
I'd cross the borders in seek of adventures
If only wishes were horses no it's not
Or horses could grant wishes yet they can't

I am the one in suit made of nigh
The person with the blood behind the axe
The signs you'd see beneath the sky
The words you hear in a moment of wild
I became thoughts you never wish you had
The lips with kisses for every child
A calm you feel when in your mind
A spark of blast at leisure time
Like a love that comes through a while
I am the dancer whose clothes are rags
I sail but only at the center of your minds
My crew are made of wood and skulls full of thoughts
I creeps into the fawnest minds
I etch unto the tauntless nous
I am  lurking behind their every words
I heal but a day with me hurts
I crawl into your heart and live only in your head
I am those voices you hear when In your bed
The breeze that tilts the window head
Image flashes with shadows unclear
I am creatures in the dark whom thoughts you hear
The one that increase with your slightest fear
I am the illusion!!!.

In the world of poetry
Our minds are freed to see things differently
Poetry reaches to the depth
Unlocks the vault whence the soul is kept
Revolving around the universe but in a room
In poetry is sept
Where words are used distinctly with no boos
You have the sea flowing only to you
In the world of poetry
Meaning to words are all but feeling
At times you feel inspirations are thinning
In the world of poetry not one is loosing

I FEAR THINGS THAT LURKS AT CORNERS DIRE
CREATURES THAT CREEPS INTO THE MINDS AND MAKE “EM DARK
I FEAR CATS I FEAR BATS
THEY ARE THE SAME AT THE PLACES OF DARK
THEIR EYES ARE MELANCHOLY BLEACHED WITH PEACH BLACK
I FEAR SNAKES AND THEIR HISSING SOUND
I SHRIEK AT THEIR SINOUS SIMPLE SIGHT
I FEAR HOLES THAT DEEPEN WITH AN ECHO SOUND
I GET NUMB AT THE SCREECHES OF A CAR
I FEAR GROUPS I FEAR CROWDS
A LOOK AT ME MIGHT MAKE ME PROUD
I FEAR BOYS I FEAR GIRLS
I DON’T TELL I MIGHT GET SOME SHRILLING THRILLS
I FEAR FRIENDS I DON’T YET HAVE
I LONG FOR MY PAST WHERE FEAR DOESN’T LAST
I FEAR I MIGHT NOT GET THE LOVE THAT LAST
I FEAR STORIES THAT MAKES CHILDREN CRY
I FEAR PITY I FEAR HATE
THESE ARE FRIENDS THAT THRIVE HAND IN HAND
I FEAR WORDS I FEAR THOUGHTS
ALONE THEY MAKES ME SAD

FOR ALL THEY LOVE ARE THINGS I FEAR
THINGS THAT STINGS THOSE THAT BITES
THE MORE THEY CARE THE WORSE I FEAR
I FEAR TEST I DEFER QUEST
THESE ARE SCHEMES TO SUNDER OUT THE WORST
I FEAR DEATH I FEAR DEARTH
I FEAR ONE DAY WHEN WE ALL WILL BE LAID TO EARTH
I FEAR THINGS OF WHICH I CAN’T SEE
OF BECOMING THE PERSON WHOM I FEAR TOO
I FEAR EVIL I FEAR THING WHICH ARE BLIND AND CAN SEE
I FEAR TREES LOOKING DOWN FROM THE TOP
BREEZES IN THE DARK WITH MY CANDLES ON
STUCTURES MIGHT LEAPING INTO THE SKY

I FEAR THIS I FEAR THAT I FEAR MOST EARTH’S MOLTEN ZONE
I LIKE RAIN, TO GET WET THEN THE FEAR OF CATCHING COLD
I PLAY GAMES FOR PLEASURE BUT IN TIME AM ALREADY BORED
I FEAR I HAVE TO HATE A FEW THINGS AND YET I CAN’T BE BROAD
I FEAR DECISIONS WHICH I’VE MADE SOME OF WHICH I CAN’T TAKE BACK  
MANY A THING WHICH I FEAR NOW I FEAR LIVING IN FEAR.

This could have been you and I
You and I nursing our wounds of love
Thence a great wreck awaits ashore
If we had started a journey with nothing assured
This could have been our great little ship
Blown away by just a mighty gentle breeze
Like thus which gladens the trees
This could have been us living in mistrust
Of what is wrong and who is first
I stayed aloof of thoughts which haunts
My emotional being it could likely distort
Thoughts of a great wreck at the big open sea

I heard them again in my head so loud
So real I thought It came directly from the cloud
By my side it always stays and deftly shout
It comes it goes like the day and nigh
Nothing but troubles breeds my mind
I can't concentrate without all my heart
Then through my mind it tour me apart
I stand and doubt every time of an hour
A look at me is filled with worries
I wonder will ever all be stories
It says to me the things am not
Some good but bad and mostly worse
Oh! Does anyone else hear voices in their heads
Do anybody else have to beat their chest
Do they always need assurance of being the best
Can they speak fluently yet not tilt their heads
Are their not guilty persons whose minds are free
What do I have to do to have me be
Is it not a features of insanity
Can I not live like other folks who are free
Can I not make my choices and be good with it
Can I not roar of thought that's not from me
Can i not hear these voices!

I have always longed for days when I will dance in the rain
Days when I feel cold but less pain
I have longed to feel the drops of falling waters on my skin
The smells of dropping water at dry sand
I love to watch the sun as it sets and and feel the moon as it glows
The ocean waves as it flows
The morning birds in thier glory