Eyes of pale celadon
refulgent in the dusk
lips of skin so thin they grin
around the tips of tusk

Jagged saw-like teeth
beneath a sagging beastly jaw
the putrid reek of flesh and cheek
he's gobbled - nights before

His pointed nose will point his toes
when he snuffs you shuffling by
the fright enough will be so tough
your legs will lignify!

And once he's done he'll click his tongue
his mood enhanced by food
he'll walk home late and ululate
his deepest gratitude

Children come to school
On foot, bus or train
They all become wet,
When comes the rain.
Children open their umbrella,
Red, blue or cream
They all shout in joy
Rain you always come in my dream.

Sagar Chand.

In the rain,
A girl walking in the streets looking for some love.
And I can't wait to make love in the rain again.

Anonymous.

Her face was pain stricken while she lie asleep.
You could see the effort in her smile, although her grin was weak.
She stayed searching for something of some substance,
She couldn't find any but she'd keep searching the rest of her existence.
Always in bed crying or writing down a piece of her,
As a result of her fear of her mind, she was thought of as a wanderer.
With a mindset unlike anyone's else's,
She had an opinion on everything, very thoughtful ones that is.
She never let anyone tell her what she could & couldn't do,
But she was her biggest enemy, & that could never be truer than the truest truth.
Of course she wanted to be happy,
But the Depression she was battling with was tough & scrappy.
For her there was no escaping the realms of black,
But she knew she could find her way, because she needed to get back.
She needed to return to the life of love & smiles,
She wouldn't stop looking, even if she had to for miles.
She would get to her final destination,
She would not let anything get in her way, she would avoid procrastination.
It was truly sad how every time she tried she fell down,
But she need not worry because on her head, held high was her crown.
No matter what tripped her & made her fall,
She would not succumb to black's intoxicating call.
See her crown was beginning to drop but it would not plummet.
Because though her climb was tough, she's approaching its summit.
You cannot say she is at the top,
But you can say she'll get there because she will not stop.
So sick & so tired of these nights of tears,
She's had them for so long, no not days, or months, but for years.
At seventeen years of age it's heartbreaking to hear such a story,
But don't let your heart fill with uneasiness, because in a short while she'll reach her glory.
A tale like hers is common & unfortunate.
Depression is something we can beat, so long as we stick together, we will be victorious, I'm sure of it.

We are too busy searching through eachothers souls like we do in our rooms, to find the secrets we are hiding and let them be known. Little do they know the secrets come out in the actions we do and words we speak. Everywhere i look i see the scars beneath the smiles, the im fine. We spend every minute of our sad lives pretending.
I was pretending when i told you that i wasnt disappointed you crossed the line. Ive lied every minute to you telling you i had the illness under lock and key, i had finally put a leash on him and told him goodbye. The pain we feel inside is not metaphorical, its real. Its not all in our mind. You can see it every time i try to hide my skin. Or every tear i shed. I am a broken record, i say that proudly no fear my audience will get sick of me i am simply a musician playing my heartbroke melody for all to hear. I no longer lurk in shadows hiding my sins they are written in my eyes and among the stars my body lies. I made my choices and i live with the remorse and painful reminder everyday.  They are too busy searching in my room to find my innocence under my bed and the lies carved into the walls to ever notice the me that slipped through their fingers.