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 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
Sammie
I know my love will go in vain,  
and its true I won’t have anything to gain..  
These people would call me nuts,  
but I know I can never have the guts..  
You would be gone out of my life,  
it would hurt me at first but then I'll be alright..  
Thoughts would race through to and fro my head,  
old memories will also be played..  

This thought of being left alone would also make me so afraid  
I would be so sad and depressed,  
All I would need is a long-long rest..  
I would be gone to sleep at night,  
but with my dreams I can never fight..  
I would just think of you lying in the bed,  
and would wonder if there was anything I could have said..  

I'll wish you were still here,  
but I know you will never care..  
I'll love you more then you know,  
I would just wish you didn’t have to go..  
And now I just want one more day with you,  
just hoping that you must have wanted this too...........!
 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
River
LISTEN
 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
River
LISTEN,
Open up your ears!
Your heart is SCREAMING,
But you've been deaf for years
You did everything to make yourself forget
the little voice you cast away,
Deep within
the shadows of your heart
But she's screaming ****** ******!
She is REFUSING to continue on
Living this lie
For when the truth stealthily creeps up on her again,
She can't help but cry
For the lies are treacherous demons that keep her from sleep
But the truth is light like a halo, wrapping around her head,
Giving her wings, lifting her off her feet

Listen,
For you know who you are,
Under the trauma
There still lives a girl with a loving heart
Who loves herself and loves the world
Who makes crowns of wildflowers
And creates stories of whimsical fantasy
Can you still taste the long forgotten majesty
Of a life lived from your heart?

Clothed in sheer scarves of glitter,
No need for vices to clog the passageways of her mind
She opens to the brilliant possibilities
The uncertain future offers her
Embraces the ever changing winds
And clings to no avail,
To the ever shifting river waters
She looks out upon a cliff
At the world below her,
Her glasses are not rose tinted,
But tinted with infinite hues,
Like the rainbow
She
Perceives that
This world is not
Good or bad
Beautiful or ugly
But so many things,
On one little planet
So many different, infinite possibilities,
Being played out
Upon the surface
Of this blue and green
Oasis.

*so go with the flow,
and follow
the call
of that little voice
deep within your heart
 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
Sarangi
What did you do to me?
My heart is aching
I can't breath
Am I gonna die???  
Please,
Save me
I am drowning
Take me in your arms..
Make my sabbatical
With the name of love
I want to be in love
With you
I want to live my life
with you.

No....

don't be sad,
It is true....
He can't help you
Its been years now...

Your heart is not aching
Its just ice cold
Last breath of yours
Been taken into air
Long ago

Are you gonna die..??
No......
You are not.
You are not drowning either
You've been sank for years
You are dead

Love can't save you
A friend might can
A fly away from home might can
A breakup
Definitely it can

Choice is all urs...
Its all me.. Wrong choices.. Wrong person..
Now I am living the wrong life ...
There is no savior for me
I have to save my self..
Yeah I can save my life... The problem is am I willing to **** another person to save my self??
Sad
who ever the person who made me..
Shouldn't have make me so selfless..
Love gave me pain. Breakup is no choice. It gives me more pain. Knowing that there  are people who love me more .. I wanna **** my self and rebirth for them.
Am I okay?
Rarely ever
Am I happy?
Almost never

All my angst and all my sadness
Never get me anywhere
So why do I feel this way?
These feelings I almost cannot bear

Life is becoming too much for me
Handling it is a chore
But I try to lock this away
Even though I’m melting at my core

So here I am, miserable
Wasting away in Hell
But I hide it all way
So no one else can tell
i saw her fiddling with her ring in an effort to dodge my eyes and avoid conversation. our parents discussed their philosophies for life and plans for us.

she tucked a stray curl behind her ear, and only looked up at me
when i was speaking to answer her father's questions.
she laughed at all my jokes,
she watched me drink my orange juice when my eyes were averted.

"that's a lot of pressure," she says in the kitchen when her mother tells her to help prepare lunch. i want to get up to help her. i have no appetite. i just want to hear her voice more than one sentence response at a time.

i'm sitting in the living room, legs crossed, eyebrows raised.
she's fiddling with the same ring on her finger, and i think to myself
as i watch her, that i want to someday,
place a very specific ring
on a very specific fingers of hers
someday
 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
Sam
The chase continues forever
I know running is a burden
That you've seen your share of grief
I can empathize with the feeling
Of not knowing where home is
Or even... what "home" is
When the tears catch your pace
And everything feels lost
When misery creeps up on you
And you can't escape the haze
When the marathon has run it's course
And your down to your final breath
Find the strength to call to me
Find the will to follow me
And together, we will overcome
Our fingers interlaced
Nevermore to be displaced
We will walk away
No reason left to run
 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
skyler
in a parallel universe
you never broke me
and you still speak of me
with love on your tongue

in a parallel universe
your eyes still drip with desire
begging for me to come closer
rather than never even looking my way

in a parallel universe
you still love me
as much
as i still love you

in a parallel universe
is where my heart lives
and maybe that's why i'm not over you
because in some world i still hold your heart

and in all worlds you still hold mine

s.s
 Jul 2017 Krishna Paras
sophia
long hair cut short.
apology after apology.
jackets often worn,
if not, sweaters or
long-sleeved tops.
anti-social,
not because
i hate people,
but i fear they hate me.
isolation in my bed,
sometimes,
panic attacks
in the bathroom.
constant overthinking,
whether 3 am or 3 pm.
scribbles thoughts
into poems,
but hides them.
pushes away,
even though i want
to pull them closer.
just a few sentences on (my) signs of depression.
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