Petrichor.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Just drabbles and dumps of a lonely writer.

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My Memory

Submitted: December 26, 2017

On this blank canvas, I brush with various strokes. The color of ink seeps in, Coloring the empty white.   It’... Read Chapter

Not Even Half

Submitted: December 27, 2017

My world was always raining. My days were always gray. Nothing has really changed much. I’ve been breathing the same air, ... Read Chapter

Better Days

Submitted: December 27, 2017

It’s raining. I’m here outside the room, just pondering. The full classroom and the noisiness Gets overshadowed by the so... Read Chapter

Path

Submitted: December 27, 2017

As a kid, I used to think of countless things I could be. I would think of big ambitions when I’m sleeping. But now as I’m gr... Read Chapter

Seek and Find

Submitted: December 28, 2017

I’ve been searching the world; Seeking colors of black and gold. I want to find the perfect chemical. I got to test; I have... Read Chapter

It's Us Against the World

Submitted: January 03, 2018


For those who are lonely out there.
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Walking Through Memories

Submitted: January 04, 2018

I still feel your warmth. Today I live in your traces again. I still see you as I close my eyes; Inside my memories, I be... Read Chapter

The Frame

Submitted: January 30, 2018

The world that I see, Is it something that I’m not a part of? Those people look so happy; Why do I continuously stare A... Read Chapter

The Noise

Submitted: January 30, 2018

In order to survive, You need to stay silent; Shoulder the blame As if it's your fate.   At least you'll keep up... Read Chapter

Bed Time Story

Submitted: February 01, 2018

Bed time story, The sheep are running away. Even if I force my eyes I still lie awake at midnight.   Sing me a l... Read Chapter

Dancing in the Rain

Submitted: June 08, 2018

Shall we ballet? Like we’re astray; As if we’re foes, Sparring with pointed toes.   It’s a rainy Saturday.... Read Chapter

Halfway in my Drink

Submitted: June 20, 2018

The cubes in my drink slowly melt. The words in my throat, I am unable to belt. Between my fingers, my pen is limp. My leg ji... Read Chapter

Winter

Submitted: July 04, 2018

  My heart is buried in deep winter. I haven’t seen you in so long; I want to end this like a snow piercer.  ... Read Chapter