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  Jan 23 Shreyash Ghosh
em
maybe all i need to stop this pain is a little motrin.
maybe all i need to stop this bleeding is a band-aid.
maybe all i need to stop this screaming are some ear plugs.
maybe all i need to stop this drowning is a life raft.
maybe all i need to stop this agony is a little numbness.

numbness...


it wears off,  doesn't stop the pain only holds back the flood gates
of sleepless nights and screaming hearts, bloodshot eyes and rejections knife.
just long enough for me to catch a glimmer of hope, a mirage
in the Sahara, so beautiful yet so cruel.  
just as i get close enough to taste
a sweet tomorrow,
the desert sun sets.
and i'm still bleeding,
and you're still
gone.

maybe all i need to stop this searching is a little less hope.
feedback? i kinda like this as spoken work....thoughts ;)
  Jan 23 Shreyash Ghosh
Cathyy
You push until I fall down,
and stay down..
And there's strangers giving me the eye, "are you okay now?"
I get up, & think nothing of it
I'm still optimistic

Yeah you scream until I can't ignore,
Your opinions
But the fact is what you think is just..
Your opinion.
Oh everything's changed but nothing's missing
Cause I'm still optimistic!

I'm gonna dance as if the spotlights calling,
Pick a song that would drown my sorrows out,
And for tonight I'm not afraid of falling,
I'm gonna be so confident that I might just love myself..

Yeah you made me insecure and, so nervous
But there's teenagers giving me a wink, "you're a nice person" ;)
Well I'll be dumb to forget this,
Oh kindness from strangers keeps me optimistic


& I still believe in happy - sad poems.
Quite ironic right?
Haha I went through a rough patch with my mum last night but I'm still standing!..

Please check out my last poem and the link to my new video! X

I appreciate the trending and all that, new followers too. Thanks x
  Jan 23 Shreyash Ghosh
ryn
Backdrop of hues from heaven's palette
Two silhouettes stood hand in hand
A pair so in love on their deserted islet
Only witnesses were the sky and the sand

Two silhouettes with roles of lovers
Frolicked forever in the setting, evening sun
Only they'd know what laid under covers
Secrets of pure passion in their blood did run

Their merriment presented bare in a playful dance
Two silhouettes engulfed in their own private universe
Kisses and embraces offered in a reciprocative trance
Dark lips matched the other's voiceless whispers

Two silhouettes then dissolved with the set of sun
Strained my eyes to unravel this sweet shadow clad mystery
Last few moments pierced through like a shot from a gun
Because I realised that one was you while the other wasn't...

                            me...
not with bombs
nor with bullets.

War fed his soul
with torn up bodies,
and cut off limbs.

War drowned his senses
with the smell of blood
and rotting flesh.

War broke his will
with man's capacity
for boundless cruelty.
Georg Trakl (1887 - 1914)
  Jan 23 Shreyash Ghosh
Pau
sometimes, I fall into deep despair,
plagued with thoughts
and
remembering every moment,
and second
that hurt.
I feel like a failure for every moment
that I cause anger,
that I cause you to get lost,
that I cause a change,
sometimes for the worst.
Maybe its true
that I everything I touch
with my heavy hands,
shatters at some point,
and
it is what I end,
picking up.
Its why I always end up with
broken
and
bleeding hands.

Only this time,
I swear,
this too shall pass.
  Jan 23 Shreyash Ghosh
Nobody
Time is on your side,
what a beautiful lie;
so many reasons to cry,
so many wishes to die.
Spare time is worse,
to reflect on your curse.
When life moves this slow
you prefer a physical blow.
You just want to go,
you’re sick of feeling alone.
You quit asking why
when you’re too tired to try.
You barely get by
and long for the end.
This hand you were dealt
you can’t ever amend.
You'd rather fold,
It's getting so old.
Your life's a joke,
even with money;
you'll always be broke.
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