where there's that eg'on'the'go
        alternatively selbst
with prefix automation...
    namely i...

            no to Freud yes to Faust
no to Stein no to Schtein
      frankly - all yes, yes: McBeth...
supra or super  
                 any
                     ing and oming
inter or intra egg: gauge: rot
   o' grub...      id est:         you &
  "me"...

               as for the last third
of the trinity:
       less a chair less a sq.
                              less and less
a herr n. n. denkglaub & altogether
it, its it: it's point that & this...
    but if any preferences
are to be minded:
     in 3rd a person: notably
           within a reality of a he.

I fear the coming of the dawn.
So I march through a terrible yawn.
Until I know the nightmares are gone.

Tomorrow will only bring me pain.
For I can never wash away the stain.
And I know my efforts are made in vain.

I shall awake to the same tired face.
Trapped in the same cold dark place.
Never knowing the value of the chase.

Always held in the same broken form.
Forever fleeing from the storm.
Never able to reform.

My path is set for all my days.
I fear I will never change my ways.
And I will always fall short of your Gaze

you think you're a monster
but you'll never see
your soul how it really is
it's like the sea

they said fall in love
he said fall for me
but no one ever told me it came with a fee

there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense,
I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.

"Just remember when you think you're free, that crack in your heart is me"

But I'll never be free from your company
My mind circles around you aimlessly
You know, Manson seems to know a thing or two
The crack in my heart will always be you

People quarrel about being
Single and committed like they know what love is.

Love is something that you can only understand through grief,

It is a discovery of voids in yourself, voids that vortexes into your soul shattering all you've ever felt,

You ll never know what love is until you lose someone you love.

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️

i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed

if you can’t be with the one you love
take care of the one you’re with

bitter black coffee,
no longer filled with cream,
our love was made of sugar,
now I can only dream...

my broken promises,
my heartfelt words,
I broke you again, and now everything hurts...

The edge of light and darkness
In stone
Has separated
What has existed once
And what is yet to come.

I’ll just deal with the consequence later
right now I’ll allow my consciousness to waver
serving up a flavor,
that tentatively turns into a vapor
is a remedy I savor
along with the marrying of a melody that influences my behavior
as the intensity of the intended entropy gets greater

I don't know where I began.
I don't know where I'll end.
But I don't need to.
I know where I am right now.
I'm with friends. I'm with you.
And to me, that's a pretty
great place to be.

I can clearly see the red lights
But I step down on the gas anyway.

Id cry too,
Cry for me,
Cry for you,
Cry every time you see the color blue.
Cry alone in bed,
Cry each night after the prayers that are said.
Fill a bucket full of tears,
Those aren’t yours anymore,
Give them here.

In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.

I’m trying hard, not to think you’re unkind
But the footprints in my heart have left me scars in my mind.

Love
m.d.p

The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Dear diary;
The clock has just struck 11:11
and I find myself
wishing for her.
It's not the first time,
nor will it be
the last.

The hurt may go away
but your memory will
forever rest in my soul.

i cried everyday for you
because
i thought blue
was your favorite color

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.