Stashing them everywhere
I store such coins to pay away the could've beens
To keep my bones and alabaster skin covered until the rainy day need not appear

At which time I can and will, take you by the hand
And show you either the former Winding Way, or create anew
By pulling coins out of the thin air, like a magic man

For this is how I make my way into the world of words

I've got some stories
So spread the word.
Things I never knew I did,
It's those rumors you heard.

What all have I done?
Let's hear a few.
Now I'm a leading lady
And, babe, you're a star too.

Now shame on me, I'm caught.
Cause now my pants are on fire.
All my life, I told the truth,
So now call me a liar.

And doesn't word travel fast
When some lady calls me a brat.
No, I don't know her from Adam,
But she says I should be slapped.

A psychiatrist I've never met
Says I'm absolutely crazy.
"Get on medication, get help"
Because that isn't a little shady?

And others write me lines,
Where are they hiding in the dark?
Someone told the hungry fans
I would have *** in a water park.

Guess I'm a ***** now right?
Now I'm assigned the part of slutty.
But no one cares that backstage,
Someone's trying to sabotage me.

Now my life has some fan fiction,
So I hope you enjoyed my show.
This isn't end, but let's watch
Roses and my reputation get thrown.

One way we unify, One way we attest to ourselves,
Making short statements with the most jagged bits of our silhouettes
In, out, back, back,
One way we speak to each other, One way we pound thoughts into
What little shivering objectivity we have left
Long shadows describing his form, as he bounces here and here

One way we bridge what art describes
Colour, inference, red courage and pink desire
With a brandish of certain shapes, certain shapes
We find ourselves a little more than people. but blushed
Bound, exalted in the puffing of our slung forward rhythms
Your breath her suspended, surrendered image

How strange, we may form
And embody the body body of our longing
Of our skin-soft hope, sweaty
Snorting Showing yourself
Dancing, a little art, a little embodiment
Of echoes in all we want within

I'm hallucinating zombies heads twisted
Blood spread on the floor, it's slippery
Should I attract these creatures instead?
Soon before they turn, better hurry

I stepped out unnoticed, it is too dark
Only some pair of green round lights
I froze the moment I heared them bark
Oh Lord! This nightmare, worst bites

The faces of these beasts covered blood
Felt like I'm pushed to edge of a grave
Mine blood they tasted, last breath, dead
I prayed angels to hold me and save

Are my pledges thrown into this pit?
Are the chameleons smiling at this wit?

The echo was all around
there was violin playing in the background
The colour were red , brown and yellow
And strong emotions were going in flow
The place was candle lit
The show was on ,the stage with act
Silence and hands ,ready for applause
All enamoured by magnificent performance

But in midst ,there was slight mishap
Entire drama halts with one mess up
And everyone's attentions on the disrupt
All the efforts went to waste with the interrupt
Everyone forgot the show , and voices rose
The enchanted crowd now are indifferent
The performance became ordinary from brilliant

A small thing going faulty can make your efforts go awry
A small mistakes might makes a big difference
A small wrong can undo every rights

How quickly the feeble minded forget
About the trials and struggles once offset
By those who have a servants heart

And in handling such people
Who slander you and tear your tedious work apart

The honest response to all of this
Is that this could indeed be considered an art

To kindly withhold with each remark
When you are parted from the comfort of their kind words
Which tend to play out on the stage

How quickly do the others forget
About everything, that is except for their own parts