Other adults laugh at me when I tell them I believe in monsters
They tell me monsters, they're only real in my head
But I don't snap I stand stronger than my own back bone, look them dead in the eyes and say
"That's the most dangerous place for them to be"
When I finish a shower I dry off and put on clothes like everyone else
So why do I still feel so ***** and naked.
**** right monsters exist in my mind, it's always battle, these monsters exist in abundance in the world
They cause hate, ****, ******, they worship misery and bring it with them wherever they go.
I still fight with my monsters, and they haven't won in a long time, but when they do they pull the blood right from my skin.
How dare they inhabit my body, how dare they walk around as me taking my days away
Don't tell me monsters don't exist when i am one some times.
I can only hope to fight it, but the monster is part of me

You used to smile with me

For me....

Each smile like a little ray of sunshine

Wrapped behind 32 teeth and a pair of bright brown eyes

Some smiles I took immediately

Some I kept safe. Tucked neatly in my right leg pocket.

So that when the days without you got bad
(And they often did)

And a razor would find its way from my finger tips to my thighs

I'd simply remeber your eyes

And your teeth and lips and smile

Tucked tucked safely in my right leg pocket

Above the battleground of mostly lost wars

Scars, gashes, slashes

That I've collected over the years before I met you

Now it's getting dark again

And my right leg pocket feels empty.

Phoochkas to right of me
Phoochkas to left of me
Phoochkas in front of me
Garnished and Savored
Spiced with chaat this shell
A pani puri dunking swell
Into the jaws of yum
Into my mouth a spell
  Phoochkas by the dozen!

Books of novel are tetra-packs.
Fruits of society are manually picked up
crushed, mixed in neat proportions
and sealed to make fresh fruit juice.
Goodwill achieved by the presenters
put wings to the packages.

It's a different world in the dark interior
There are dreams of sun, rain, summer,
and the colors and tunes of spring
present a mirror world
full of butterflies and pests.
Each pack waits to tell its inside story
to an expectant connoisseur
and waits eagerly for a sigh of relief.

As the wind rolls on
cloned and genetically modified fruits appear
new entrepreneurs present newer packs
modern people enjoy never-before taste.
Every now and then new vistas open up,
the two worlds spin side by side.

I sit
Perched beside my window
With this fresh cold air pouring into my room
There is no yellow light outside
It is cold and perfectly serene
I see a mist of blue over my garden
The trees stand silently
And the great pool of water does not stir
There is no movement so early in the morning
The birds merely chirp discretely
Awakening this world to a new day
This is the earth's silent hour
She is awake,
But her eyelids only just start to flutter
This is my favourite beauty
This silent, lonely
Tranquil beauty
Of morning...

The cold breeze is a reminder that I am alive
I am breathing
My tears will dry
It is time to focus
On me
On my life
Exactly what I intend to be

Oh, yes, I do hear you earth
I haven't heard you in quite a while
You softly call my name
And you urge me
To stand up
To no longer stifle myself
However, noted, this is a constant bashing argument in my heart -
Stifling my true self...
The singing Robin I was
The fluttering fairy I used to Dream of being
The galloping princess through daisy fields
Who sighs as she lands in the soil of the earth
Takes a deep breath
And sings out
Words that have flooded in her heart
She sings love songs
And words of praise

She is an effervescent, psychedelic beauty
That I realise...
I will be
On this silent morning
Of the earth.

A real monism
Can change
all the world

The multi-million pound spaceship
orbited the asteroid- sent down its lander-which landed and bounced into the shade
and so its power source ran out pretty quick
and in the end the spaceship was deliberately crashed onto the asteroid
- the most unimaginative ending-to leave multi-million pound junk
whizzing around the Universe forever and a day.