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Woke up,
Tripped down,
Scrapped my knee on the way to the ground,

No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,

Another victim of the dark,
Scared to walk into the light,
Scared to put down the knife,
Scared to know he was never right,

No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,

The night before? Hiding.
The day before? Running.
The week before? Crying.
The month before? Shaking.

No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,

Too many words in one head,
Too many thoughts driving to madness
Filling up and emptying away,
Unable to escape as the fire consumes,

No trace of blood,
No trace of blood,

One last day before the darkness,
Nothing more noticeable then the silence of voices,
All awaiting what's next,
All watching, as I lay in the pool that gathers.

No trace of blood,
No trace...
 Mar 2019 Piyush Gahlot
Ashita
Behind the rude girl,
   There is a girl,
       With a soft heart,
            Who trusted,
                 EVERYONE,
Once upon a time.......
Just don't judge people without knowing them or their history.
Because may time the people who are hurt so bad o er and over tend to become rude and cold
Their true self might be so beautiful that u may fall in love
They have been through so much in life that  they are so closed and reserved.
Just give them a chance
They are sitting in there , in a dark room facing the walls and crying,  that they have forgotten what light is.
All they need is a hand to hold , an ear which listens and a person who guides them back to light, to life....
 Mar 2019 Piyush Gahlot
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Mar 2019 Piyush Gahlot
Jon York
The flaw
         of the world?
       Everyone wants
         to fall in love
           with love
          and no one
         wants to fall
          in love with
               pain.
      And the truth is
    we  are  all   novels;
      our pages stained
  with   the   fingerprints
          of either our
                lovers
          or loneliness.
      And you run out
               of tears
    long before you run
           out of hurt.
                                                                                                Jon York    2019
 Feb 2019 Piyush Gahlot
Amber
Oh that smile
that smile you smile at me
The one where I can feel the warmth and feel the love you have for me
But it’s not real it’s a game you play to see how far that you can push me
Over the edge to a place where I can’t see
Written before the loss of you
 Feb 2019 Piyush Gahlot
Joliver
Okay
 Feb 2019 Piyush Gahlot
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say life is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
I only wish my first love would have been myself
 Feb 2019 Piyush Gahlot
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
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