Tonight's Nightmare

Pick pick Dear Mind,

Pick pick.

Tonight's Nightmare

Pick pick

Shall it be the day's proceedings,

And the world's rejections?

Or will the dark locked trunks,

Come avisiting,

Carrying within

Burned moral objections?

Pick pick Dear Mind,

Pick pick.

Tonight's nightmare

Pick pick.

Shall your heart be embraced

By mismatched arms?

Or should the skeletons rise

From friendship farms?

Pick pick

Dear Mind

pick pick

Eyes closed

The inside is out

The outside in

The Demon Heralds are about

They scream your sin

Pick, pick

Dear

Mind

pickpick

Nightmare

pick

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Image: Me

Rain so Scary

'Tis the window that makes a storm dreadful,
Midwife of fear
Connoisseur of teardrops
Step out in stout boots 
It's all candies and lollipops

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Image: Santosh

Inner Cultures

Purple Monsters,

With UV spears stand guard,

Pleasures in a plastic card

Sparkling glasses

Strange cut sights

On the right meet the lights,

Smoke without fire,

Mr. Tyndall hanging on to the light spire

Throbbing bodies

Smoky eyes,

Questionable motives,

Screaming lies.

A little numbing of the nerves,

Low frequency beats,

To the inner cultures,

Front row seats

Fish, Pond

Like a ditch

That hasn't been dug

Like a slime trail 

Lacking a slug

Without achievement 

This smile is smug

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Image: Santosh

Behind the Lens

I can make stars bleed

Waterfalls stand still

An instant of life keep

Or the frame with death fill

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Image: Santosh

Shatters

You see them,

The way that things should be.

Unafraid

With nothing to hide

Have no blotches

In old age, be able to say

"I led a respectful life"

But then you see it

That strange glimmer

Your hands hit against it

CLUNK!

Slowly, inch by inch

The box becomes apparent

With rules for corners

And virtues for walls

Clear, though the world outside it

Appears twisted and evil

And then he rises

The old monster

The one decorated by many scars

From many a misadventure

And a smile for having done so

Gone that extra mile,

Pulled that extra inch

Dancing on the line for days

And then stepping over

Knowing full well

That the fire shall come

But enjoying that too

With the box in his sights,

He stirs...

With a nose wrinkled from joy

He grins

A thousand plans

Formulate themselves

A single thought emerges

Perhaps the glass

Shatters

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Photo: Santosh

Teasing the Hungry Tarmac

In the realm of melting pistons

Tyres, are knife edges.

Every twitch,

An insane lean.

Tunnel vision's smoke

Through which the ghosts of other's intentions,

You must glean.

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Photo Credit: Sopan Sharma, via Varad More (Rubber Smoking Angels)

Feeling Fake About Being

I write personal truths,

Most terrible.

Having done so,

Feel fake.

What a terrible,

Terrible affliction

Immortality Naïve

These walls shall be filled with words

With emotions these rooms overflow

For a thousand years I shall live

And in their minds forever grow