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Petrichor Dec 2018
Yes.

It has hit me
like a bullet in my chest
that my only friends
were the demons in my head
and
the loneliness in my bed.

I am wilting
and
there is no escape.
You promised you'd help me
bloom
but you've left me to drown in gloom.

You don't really wanna know if there is something wrong with me.
You're only asking because
you can see
my carefully contrived mask melt away.

You want to pull each of my strings
and play harmony with them
do you realize
this is my heart you're throwing away?

You ask only
to bring music to your ears again.
You can't help anymore.
  Dec 2018 Petrichor
julianna
No more poems about the past,
None about the future.
I’m working I’m on being present
Instead of excusing myself to solve
old problems.
I’m trying hard to be in the moment, give people the attention that they deserve, and enjoy life. It’s hard with all the thoughts that constantly run through my mind, but it’s definately a work in progress.
Petrichor Dec 2018
I hope this is not cheesy

for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.

Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.

Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
beautiful
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.

The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.

You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.

Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
They say don't make homes out of humans.
Petrichor Dec 2018
"I don't know how many times I have survived myself, without telling anyone else."

I lied awake in endless painful thoughts
my urge to cut
my urge to purge
my urge to run away from them and hide inside a world of darkness.

I lied awake in death-awakening questions
Why must i exist through the pain kitted inside my bones?
Why do i write?
Why do i write.

'Him?'
and yet no.
People like you and I fight a battle no one can ever fathom because it's a battle no one can see. And we don't let them.

I write for myself
I write to remind myself that i am a warrior.
that in this battle there were nights I use to lose. But some how still came out alive.
You fight yourself and beat yourself up for so long that eventually you become a master of surviving a war.

It is not you.
It is me.
I write for myself.
You are a survivor. Each one of you.

I took a break from poetry insisting myself it shall be a time to focus only on myself. Little did i know how much this world of poetry meant to me. I wrote this for mere appreciation of how much poetry helps us. How much poetry has helped me.
  Nov 2018 Petrichor
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
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