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Petrichor Jan 2018
Death
sounds pleasing and
yet
terrifying.
I wouldn't want to die
not just yet
yet
DEATH
sounds so
devine.

Imagine
sleeping forever underneath
lush beds,
silence
over sound
Imagine
mermaids all around
Death began at my first cry//
Petrichor Jan 2018
If you could
be anything or
anyone
in the world-
Why wouldn't you be
you?
//Wrong decisions
Petrichor Jan 2018
If you were
to undress
the light
in my eyes
you would
find your
soul-
swimming through
chimes
into
my
bones.
//Skinny love
  Jan 2018 Petrichor
Existential me
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
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?//
Petrichor Dec 2017
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//
  Dec 2017 Petrichor
WordsOfWizDumb
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 :)
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