🇬🇧Lighted lamps in the evening warm the heart, like  
diamond flashes in the pristine skies at dusk—  
sensitivity shaped into brief dreams, weighed down by a fleeting gravity
that makes the step languid.

But the power of love transcends the love of power, leading us to the overlook from which we can glimpse the beauty of life,  
while time, inexorable, guides us toward freedom.

© Penny Black

🇮🇹Lampade accese alla sera scaldano il cuore.  
Fulmini di diamante nei cieli pristini al crepuscolo—  
sensibilità plasmata in sogni brevi, appesantiti da una gravità fugace che rende il passo fiacco.

Ma il potere dell’amore trascende l'amore per il potere, conducendoci al belvedere da cui scorgere la bellezza della vita,  
mentre il tempo, inesorabile, ci guida verso la libertà.

© Penny Black

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

I painted my room the hue of blue
For a reason
You see, blue reminds me of the beach
Which reminds me of hot summer days
And cold summer nights
Which reminds me of when you lent me your sweatshirt
Which wasn’t blue, but when I wore it I swear it radiated that hue
It’s scary having deep feelings for someone
But the radiance of blue was so vibrant
It was easy to push my fears aside
Instead I was filled with calmness, peace, security, and feelings of content  
I was left the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I painted my room the hue of blue
To remind me what I want to strive to feel
Each day of my life

My life is on a waiting list
that I’ve created in my mind
to justify that I’m not ready to face the world

you broke me down
and built me up stronger than before
covered me in rays of powers
and whispers of dreams
mixed with a double shot
or energy running through my veins

my heart is thawing

I’m not always in a state of tragedy, my art helps take it out of me. Perhaps it’s bittersweet to not always resemble what you create on the surface. I think it just means you have to dig a little deeper. Vulnerability is laboring.