They were toxic bestfriends
both of evil similarity
Annie thought Amy was a parasite
who manipulated her popularity
6 months were spent on careful conspiration
all the while they were still friends
till the fateful day of its execution
is where this story ends.

9am one Friday morning
Amy gossiped during Spanish class
Annie hated when she flicked her hair
& stole all her attention from the mass
while Amy spoke of Bessie-
saying she's dead weight- a waste of space
'so will you be' Annie whispered
under her breath with a demented face.

10pm that very night
the girls slept over at Amy's home
Her parents off on holiday
a spontaneous luxury trip to Rome.
Nearing 12 & the time feels right
the tv plays the ending scenes of 'Saw'
Amy dozing off in her seat
as Annie returns in a stance of an outlaw.

Fixated on the rise & fall of her chest
diabolical thoughts run through her head
Clasping a butcher blade at her own behest
she inches closer towards the dread.
Seconds away from agony,
her eyelids flutter open to a vile scene
as Annie pulls the knife down on her
lacerating through her skin.

Stab after stab
the gashes splattered gore
that stained the velvet couch
& trickled on the floor
she felt her rapid heartbeat
quiver through the knife
and stabbed her one last time
-enough force to end her life.

Blood sputtered everywhere
as she took her final gasps of breath
flailed her arms around
and faced her gory death.
Amy lay in a pool of blood
her favourite Crimson red
Its metallic fumes in her nostrils
started messing with her head
Annie stumbled over the corpse-
the knife slipped from her grip
as regret clutched her heart
across the hallway- made her trip
legs dragged feebly with lament
eyes dazed with disbelief
lightheaded and psychotic faced
stone in her throat gave no relief.

In the bathroom mirror
a sinner took the frame
white tee smothered in scarlet
gruesome was her image,with shame
trembling fingers at her sides
fixed on the bulging red
a sinister curve formed on her lips
'Just like in the movies' is what she said.

Murkey thoughts

of potential poems

                            lurk around

my heavy void                         of emptiness

the struggle to translate them into words

                     fires up frustration

an insinuation                       of a dulling passion......

once existed a mind of clarity-

               unbothered by the taunting past & present

& the future of uncertainty
                                        
Once when I wrote of       frogs   &    jellybeans

with much simpler rhyming schemes

once when confusing questions didn't   f l o a t  around

certainly not ones that were this
                                                         profound.

now insanity replaces curiosity

dysfunctional thoughts &
                                             distruaght rhymes

try to summarize

my ConfusiOn

the world is simple-
in the moonlight
my life sails smoothly,
in its daze.

                 I lay on my bed,
                 the phone in my hand
                 but the night out the window,
                 has stolen my gaze.

The hushed house is asleep
as I'm wide-eyed & awake,
menacing homework still unfinished
tomorrows problems can wait-

               for what matters in the morning,
               doesn't matter in this moment
                though the regret I feel at dawn
                  may require an atonement.

my procrastination has lead me
to the classic- stretch & yawn
I let the blanket comfort my soul
& welcome the 'moonrays' with the curtains withdrawn.

I used to be one of the jerks
who thought depression wasn't real

But, lately I've been oblivious
to the strange sadness that I feel

These days I see no point in life
what am i doing here?

A soul gone hollow, empty existence
and a mind that's far from clear

Profound questions rack my brain
but the answers leave me shallow

I feel the formation of a void,
an endless pit so hollow

Things I used to romanticize
bring me joy- no more

Is this a 'perk' of growing old-
just to be filled with bore?

Not usually a downcast being
just vaguely melancholic

when reality punches you in the face
to the truth- far from euphoric.

Still 16 and flushed with life
Anticipating both glory & strife
In a safe haven, yet under wing
Magenta feelings & a freedom sting
Edgy thoughts, urges to be cool
Plenty of time to act like a fool
the paradigm of imperfection
Awaiting my great resurrection
Isn't youth the most beautiful phase?
Oblivious to reality, in an exuberant daze  

But, even Crimson roses will lose their petals
Shrivel up & as charred ashes settle
On the dulling ground, too far from the sky
of azure hues that now stare down to patronize
the once young spirit, who thought it was eternal
being so free & silly, with an unfinished journal
of my life that'll oneday come to an end
as the setting sun will inevitably descend.

mountains shadow,
the dark canvas of the sky
spotted with rhinestones-
starry winking fireflies
as the dreamy drifty clouds
are shyly shifting by,
the strange symphony of a hum & buzz
& the distant crickets cry
awakens other-worldly feelings.
Vaguely hypnotized by its mellow
cruising down this lonely road
mesmerized as the moons gaze follows-
me, sat at the back with the window rolled down
as the nights cool breath gently sways the weeping willows....
I want to live in this moment for eternity
In this nocturnal roadtrip to infinity.

I'm losing my sanity

with this unjust reality

who do you think you are?!

decieving us with profanities.

Of parties & concerts,

ways to please the 5 senses,

paradise awaiting,

these altered reality lenses.

We're all waiting deep down

for a grand surprise

the chest of eternal joy

to be unlocked ...is lies

the never-ending Mondays

the 9 to 5's

was it really worth it..

when you near your demise?

Forget about it,

take a walk outside

abandon this routine life

and never look behind.