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Petrie
Petrie
18/M/New Jersey Poet named Petrie with a lot to say and only one way to say it
Ok Ok before, Better with. But I don't know that I'll ever be Ok after... So much put into such a temporary thing. And now I'm left to think about what was, And to fail repeatedly at trying to heal I don't think I will ever be Ok... again.
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
A Collection of Poems by Petrie Vol. 2300
Life of a $&%!#*-%^3(!& Whispers, Screams, Conversations, Music, Demands, Preferences, But never silence. Dear god there is never a moment of silence. The things they say, The things I see... The things they make me feel. As if there are eyes burning into the back of my skull. Watching... Waiting. For the perfect moment; When I'm sad, Mad, Lonely, Vulnerable. To catch me at my lowest, So I will obey every word they so elegantly whisper From the back of my own mind. Ultimately my own twisted thoughts, Paranoia, Fears, Anger. Life of a Schizophrenic
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
A Collection of Poems by Petrie Vol. 402
Mixed Emotions Pt. 1 It's not your fault I'm sorry.   I wake up every morning with a hope of death some time throughout the day. I go to bed at night with dreams of never waking. I walk across the street at night in black clothing Without enough care to check for oncoming traffic, So in the case there is someone coming, I don't have to end my life with the knowledge that I did it on purpose... I just set up the perfect accident. Pt. 2 I want to fall in love again. The way I did with you. I want to fall in love so deeply that I haven't had a clue about the world around me and the things that others do. I want to fall in love again I want to feel it true I want to fall in love so that the greys can turn to blue and all things pertain to you and all my problems minuscule, because I've shard my life with you I want to fall in love again But I can't replace my you.
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
A Collection of Poems by Petrie Vol. 9
Ironic isnt it? how a writer could say 'words can only mean so much.' As a writer you understand what words could truly mean. the passion, the sadness, anger, joy, love. And yet so easily could a writer lie. Think about it though, isnt it so perfect? Creating a story out of real life? And a good writer could really cover their tracks their lies would be so drawn out and intricate, there's no way they just made it up... Right?
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
A Collection of Poems by Petrie Vol. 37
Blue And White Much like my mood But sometimes Grey And Black That's what they say At least See the Sky is a funny thing For its one of those things thats Constantly changing One of those things That is very misleading Much like a word For words can mean many things, as the sky can And if you dont understand how the word is put together Then you will never be able to see the big picture And if you dont understand what the Sky is saying Then you wont be able to tell if the weather is rainy So with that I tell you to be careful You see the sky is quite touchy And one false word may create a bigger storm than you can handle.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
A Collection of Poems by Petrie. Vol. 3
Almost eight billion souls And all I see in them is your absence
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
In your absence
Have you ever thought about the word pain in painting? It’s amazing how you can take pain and make it into something so beautiful.
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
Pain
I'm the author of my life, but, unfortunately, I'm writing in ink and can't erase my mistakes.
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Ink
Teenage Love is Stupid And that’s coming from me. 
 A 16 year old, hopeless romantic 
 And I know a lot of you wont agree 
unless you’re at least 23 
 But hear me out, pretty please? 
See we go through life begging 
to find the one that makes our life worth living 
 and then we think we find them. 
We promise that we’ll be there 
and we could never find another. 
 “I love you” we always say, to our teenaged lover 
 And then one day its just not true anymore. 
 You pack your bags and out the door. 
There goes number 1. 
 See as teenagers we fall in love for fun 
 we dont know this at first but trust me its true 
 We fantasize about about finding that one 
person that we can accurately compare to the sun 
 and then **** with the sound of a gun 
 runs all of our feelings, 
away from us. 
Please dont misunderstand what I’m trying to say
 I do not believe teenagers dont know what love is, 
 I simply do not believe we truly kno what it feels like. 
In which case we spend all of this time devoting our hearts and minds 
 to this person that we swear we’re so lucky to find 
and after a couple months everything just
 stops 
and feelings are nowhere to be found 
 Hearts are broken and we dive back into the crowd 
 to find our next “one true love”
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Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
A Collection of Poems by Petrie. Vol. 1