Petrichor

Petrichor Jan 2018

-Swim

If you were
to undress
the light
in my eyes
you would
find your
soul-
swimming through
chimes
into
my
bones.

//Skinny love

#love

Jan 2018

Existential me

With everything i am

I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.

Your looks may fade... my love shall not.

Petrichor Dec 2017

A lost Story

Let me narrate you A STORY
it began with a girl
watching an apple closely.
Watching how the caterpillar
crawled it way,
eating all day.
She cut the apple in front of his face,
and watched him run away
(W H Y D I D'NT H E S T A Y?)
but there is a twist in the story-
the apple was her heart,
while the caterpillar was him- gone.
The story ended with a ****** knife,
lying next to her long LOST smile.

Was I not good enough?//

#apple #love #run #lost #story #smile

Petrichor Dec 2017

Society

A black and white society is okay
at least colour won't matter
at least people won't scatter
But won't someone still be 'fatter'?

Isn't there a problem in everything?
Colour, size, religion?
Why society- can't you stay shut?
Leaving people only one way -
cut, cut, cut.

IF God created us,
why such a fuss?
There'll be no problem,
if only you stay shut

Tell me how to please you society, please//

#society #victims

Dec 2017

WordsOfWizDumb

PRETTY PEOPLE

P r e t t y p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t t h e y a r e u g l y
T h e i r s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d

They never show
Their real emotion
While people watch
Their every motion

Everything they have
Is fake
If they'd notice
They would break

They're living in
A fake reality
They need to wake up
To actuality

We always talk
Behind their backs
If they knew
They would crack

They think we love them
They think they're pretty
But they really don't
Deserve our pity

P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h p r e t t y w o r d s
B u t t h e y a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s s l u r r e d

Just so you know, I wrote a follow up to this poem that shows another aspect of pretty people. Thanks for reading :)

Petrichor Dec 2017

Pain

I cannot tell you about the pain
I cannot tell you about the pleasure
I cannot tell you how
my heart pumps furiously,
tearing through my ribs,
breaking my bones,
trying to join yours
and become a whole.
I cannot tell you of my eyes
which fill up
not with water- but blood,
dripping down slow
its gonna flood.
I cannot tell you of my hands
which tremble at the sight of yours
as my left clamps against my right
stopping it to reach to yours.
I cannot tell you about the pain
I cannot tell you about the pleasure
at the look of your hand twirled around hers,
at your fingers dancing around hers.

Tell me what you see in her. Tell me what I must change in my reflection//

#pain

Petrichor Dec 2017

Skin

When it rains,
I don't go out to feel it trickling down my skin,
to feel myself being washed away,
my thoughts sinking with the weight.
Instead I grab a raincoat
draping myself around it.
I fear
my clothes clamped against my skin,
your eyes would crawl underneath and
make me feel
less skin,
more bone

Your eyes must stay up here. Don't go traveling back down.

#woman

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