mood swings....

sometimes
i feel like

flinging up leaves
walkin beneath that shower

blowing spit bubbles
bursting them

throwing pebbles into pools
watching them skid


just sitting


smashing my head
on a big rock

throwing around
heavy furniture

tearing, shredding
paper,pillows


just looking at people


crying
for no reason

listening to
sad music

watching
romantic mushes


just gazing at the clouds


daydreaming

lazing

lounging around


just smiling


jumping into a puddle
splashing around

whirling round
hooting all the while

laughing out loud
at nothing


just living....
complicated'ly'!!!

the smell of nostalgia...

sweet
slightly sour

heady
addictive
'...'

depressing

feel it

like a small prick
constant

like parting a curtain of fog
looking at scenes
a hazy play

like a unforgettable dream
dreamt in awakenness
awake yet asleep

like sunshine
warming the face
unseen
felt

like a feather
slowly stroking your back

like a rivulet of ice cold water
down your warm belly


lingering
pleasurable
tantalising

nostalgia
i miss u...

the dream maker

i saw the dream maker
short
stout
with wisps of white hair
escaping

his hair interested me the most

white
fluffy
cottony
escaping
his white night cap

he smiled
a toothy grin

i remember
bad teeth
rotting
reeking

i retched

he said
his hair made the dreams

he was lonely
i felt sad and repelled the same time

the dream maker
he visited me in my dream

he wanted friendship

i wanted his dreams
only

i woke up sweating...
nightmares
constant

RED

red

the colour
flower
her frock
faded sandals
torn bag

the feeling
love
lust
passion
anger

the symbol
traffic light
crash
light dancing in the eyes
machines

beep
the sound of death

squigglesguiggle
straight
lines...

flashing red

red
the color
the feeling
the symbol

she lies dead...

wet

green trees
freshly laundered
wet leaves

waterdropletshanging
reflecting
a smile
a wet smile

i held his hand
walked
in the rain
wet hands

the grass beneath
caressed
a wet kiss

drenched
sticky
wet bones

loving it
wet love

wet
completely wet....

a bout of insanity

I can imagine throwing thin glass beakers
Conical flasks, test tubes...
Thin glass
See them come crashing down
On the wall

I can imagine the sound they would make
The tiny tinkling
The music as they drop onto the ground
As each sharp shard falls
The point touching the floor first

I can imagine the pieces lying about
Each a mirror in itself
They reflect an image
A dishevelled woman
Huddled in the corner
Peering at the outside world
Through the curtain of her hair
Strands of hair
All over her face
In her mouth
On her clothes
Glass
All over her face
In her mouth
On her clothes

She takes a sharp shard
Places it on her throat
A gush...

I shake myself
I stop my thoughts
Slow my breath
A bout of insanity...