What Zee Sultan's School means to me!

Sultan's School,

What does it mean to me?
A buzzing golfcart,
pranced around by our
'supossed' exclusive educators,
Crowded hallways,
Exhilirated cheers and yells,
we longfully wait for the ring of the bells,
The summoning to our idea of paradise,
Home,
No dreary lectures,
Misguided conclusions,

The Sultan's school
is unfortunately what
we refer to as our Second home.

My illusional state

I’m running in circles,
Waiting for a miracle,
Pleading for my life back,
A stolen possession among his rack,

But yet again I find myself here;
A struggle against my greatest fear,
I am forsaken, forgotten and forlorn
Strung with a desperate need to be alone,
A longing for childhood innocence
And syrupy dreams,
For my love is but a sunken ship with weakened beams
And you are the raging wind beneath my sails,
While simultaneously a confined prisoner of your own jail.

The Kingdom Of Broken Dreams.

Stranded in a domain i call my own,
disconnected from the herd of humanity
torn apart by the raging war within me,

Percieving the revolution within me,
the rebellion of my senses,
My heart pines for your love
As the peasants of my kingdom
pine for an end to their relentless hunger,

My king, You have forsaken your kingdom,
erupting an internal war of love Vs loneliness,
a blackened silver cloud that was once lit up with wealth
and prosperity,


all is fair in love and war they say,
but if love was as fair as the golden sun, why does my heart wimper
with every fibre of its existance for him?


By Monkiette
August 5/2007

Silly, Silly thing

Queen of Evil,
King of Good,
Together you can be up to no good,

She lures him aside,
to chambers of lust,
Till his fiery metal rusts,

Queen of Evil,
King of good,
Together you can be up to no good,

A hunk of love,
a sniggle of making love,
beneath the sheets,
To where you belong,

Fond of the night,
fond of lights,
lurking beyond your aphrodiosia.

I MUST and WILL move on

I saw you in a blur,
My stomach infected with a swarm of bees
My heart slowly diminishing,As pointless as it may be I still love you,
Flashbacks dominate my mind,
Memories of you and me,
An endless bliss,
A time everything felt so right,
I miss your warm smile,
A smile as warm as a soft teddy bear,
Eyes as beautiful as the splendors of the world,
My love for you anchors me down,
Sinking me and the ship of my love down with me,I
know I should move on,I
know I have to,
But somehow I can’t,
My mind tells me I’m delusional,That I’m trapped in a fantasy world,
But my heart feeds my ventricles with the brutal truth,That you and me were meant to be.

By Monkiette
2006

The Artist of my soul

The Artist of my soul
A painter slowly airbrushing my divine universe,
A musician stringing along the strings of my harmony,
A dancer swaying along the beat of my passion,
The Artist of my soul lives within me,
Transforming my world,Into a sparkly blue jewel with fuzzy clouds,
Where the soft snuggle wind embraces me,Slowly tugging at my hair,
Where the world envelops my depression in fresh greenery,
And the ocean washes away my pain,Hand in hand with the artist of my soul,I arise,Newly born and carefree,In the novel of my dreams.

Farewell

Its time for me to move on,
My heart sings the lullaby of sorrow,
Thumping my soul with grief,

I flee from the cruelty of this world,
Only to find myself in your arms once again,

I spread my wings ready to fly away,
Only to find a thorn in my underside,
You pluck it out,
Set me ready to soar the sky,

But my passion overrides me,
Enabling me from letting go,
I’m holding on to the ashes of our love,

As flawless as you may be,
You’re wrong,
As impossible as it may be,
You’re wrong,

I see it in your eyes,
The dark brown witnesses of your pain,
Your mind playing a game of poker,
Pulling out the safe card,
Neglecting the instincts of your gut,

You lose,
Losing every dime you ever worked for,
You look at your disabled love,
A mass of hysteria overwhelms you,
You could’ve had it all you say,You could’ve had it all

By Monkiette
2006