Inside you
is where I want to
be,
thrusting
within the folds
of your mind
penetrating
the sweet softness
of your soul,
throbbing
as I release my love
deep within you.
Jon York 2019.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
I’m to nervous
When she’s around
I try to play it cool
But I feel like a fool
Always in my head
When I’m alone
Resting
In my bed
Just get out!
So I don’t have to feel
All of these...
confusing things
Maybe it’s ‘L-‘
No...
If I let her get close
And it all ends up hurt
I wont recover.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
he said
"I love you"
and maybe
I should've turned
and looked around
because
it's obvious now
that he wasn't
talking to me.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC
for what sweet maiden
and what soft lamb
would dare accept
my crooked heart?
cursed words of mine
twisted mercilessly into
wretched ballads
that no one will ever sing.
there’s no salvation for me now
nowhere for me to heal
destruction runs in these veins
beating in my heart of steel
have mercy on my dark heart
be still, these wild thoughts
a pen dipped in jet-black ink
scratched across tormented soul.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC
Am I suppose to feel anything in particular?
Because the emptiness in me is taking every last bit of my existence.
It makes me cry at night.
And it follows me like a shadow all day long.
And then the day will arrive
Where my emptiness will take over me
And swallow me into a darkness,
Which will be the darkest anything ever could be.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
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
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC