Nausea

A rotten smoke

Of blackened flesh

Sublimated

Through the nostrils

A thousand several corses

Fumed naked in the mire

The monstrous beast

Of unfound guilt

Trapped somewhere

In the weakened nchest

Reprehension

Of a blood loathed soul

Gone astray

In the joyous surroundment

The breath

Never so taken

Bubbled out in refusal

"It was me!

The demon!"

A stream of biled blood

Spurted out through the lips.

Paranoia

I stood undulated, in front of the mirror. Speculating at the vanity of my own self. A mere image. Haziness imprinted in the eye, lack of purpose etched on the face.

I wondered if I could ever betray my own self? All my life, filled with lies and delusion, have I not been lying to myself? Lulling myself to security when I knew nothing would be alright. Deluding myself into tales of utter dismay, dismantling myself into a real world of my desperate fantasies. I don't remember being able to smile, for what seemed like an eternity, burning away all the truths in the funeral pyre of my wretched self-esteem.

Living a lie.

Lying a life

A sudden, unwarranted hand-motion, I caught myself mimicking on the other side.

"There has been no lies, I guess the pain was real."

And with utter realisation , I began to laugh a hysterical laugh.

Unrest

As I sat by the window
Looking at the crowds 
Torched up in profanity

A bubble of smoke
Drenched in my breath

A burning photograph
Seared in my brain

A smile lost somewhere
And left behind
Waiting for reclamation

The little boy
As he turned to ash
Smiled at me 
In utter desperation

I think
For a moment , he knew.

Trapped in a fishbowl
Ashore the sea.

A smile forged of pain
Stamped in futility.

Nostalgia

Looking at the children

Playing in the streets

The rotten leaves

Burnt to smoke and ash

The musky scent of vigour

Melting away in regression

Watching a corse pass by

To the funeral pyre

The dew drops

Crashing by the eye

A sweet delusion of love

Trusted,

Distrusted,

Distorted to hate

A loose chance of redemption

The razor held in hand

Watching everything pass by

As the sun would disappear

Demise would turn to nostalgia in several years.

Deception

About the poem: well guys this is not my usual style of writting . Dont know how I got the inspiration to write this one. But I hope I worked it up just fine :)

Girls in the streets are all sad tonight

Blood doesnt speak for their pain

Its all too sublime

The city reeks of million rotten dreams,

Dumped foetuses, a myriad limp skeletons

Yet the MAN affords a smile

Luring his lust

Stamping over the crumpled dreams

The carnal hunger Lurking beneath the ravenous smile

Growling for pleasure

From deep underneath

Its all too quiet

As yet another, deluded by the fairytales

And a numrous promises of shining stars

Lies naked into the bloody pool

With sugarcubes on her tongue

In hope to get a taste

A smile etched on her lips

Lit by the hopes of coronation

As the MAN plunges into her

And again and again

Feeding his lust

On her craving for the high

Inseminating her with his miasmic breed

Forgetting everything promised

He gets up and walks away

Leaving behind , the consequence of his deed

Another murdered dream, another decieved soul

Girls in the streets are all sad tonight

Frozen by the deceit

Stuck in the limbo of perpetual high

Hating herself, unbelieving.

Another innocent soul

Is turned a whore tonight