pass by thoughts

my poetries should be alive after my death;

when I was eleven I had
no idea what I am into and,
I have been asking myself
where would these poetries
will take me up to?
and then I wrote poems like;
"Chilling in summer"
"Atlanta in grief"
"Death in hell"
"Mercy on soldiers island"
for the very instance
I've never been acquainted
these places before ,
but yes my poetries took me there

it always replaced me with a
new place, a new feeling.
I learned forgiveness,
I learned let go.

things started making
patterns in my eyes,
like a florescence light
glowing in the dark hives.

it taught the very lessons
my parents never did,
my parents taught me how
to make money and fame
but never said how to
earn a life to live?

before this,
my old me never knew
why are we chanting the
name of God so high?
a bit of me started believing
in supernatural powers and
In 2012 there will be end of lives
after falling of the sky!

but if there is a God
Who gifted me poetry then
I owe him a life,
It can take me whenever,
wherever,
but on a small condition
after my death my poetries
should be alive!

-Hey poetry this is for you.