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blue.her eyes are like the sky,
her hair is like the clouds.
no one laughs at her when she makes a joke.
no one smiles when her bare feet
hit the blacktop
and the sidewalk cracks.

and all the world's her grayscale, the only color
a musty shade of blue
strung in her hair.

and she thinks of her first memory
as she lets go of the balloons in her hands
and they rise as she falls and screams at the world that everything will become a picture
in a history book one day.

her lips are melting ice
and her cheeks are dead and pale.
her hair is wet
blue.4 years ago in Free Verse

Mes Blue Stories :page no.13:6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Little Boy Blue2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

blue babyhello i find your big blue eyes swimming around
my ankles often. small, subtle fish that
follow me everywhere i go. normally i would
protest to being followed

but not when i'm followed by you

grass feels good, cigarette smokes good, car runs good
hello i'm scaling the moldings of the universe twenty solar systems away,
i'm holding stars and not even worried about breathing.
ashes, ashes, we all!
come!
blue baby2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Blue EyesBlue Eyes:

A man once told me that blue eyes were best
So I decided I would put these words to a test.
I ran across the globe and found a blue eyed fish
It tasted very tasty when served as a dish

I then went to Ireland to find a blue eyed gnome
Instead I got a Lephrechaun whose name was 'Jerome'
I used him as bait to catch some blue eyed mice
I suppose he now regrets that he lost at dice...

I then used the mice to catch a blue eyed cat
I then used the cat to catch a blue eyed dog
I then used the dog to catch a blue eyed witch
I think I left that one down in a ditch...

In any case...

I returned back home to my quaint boulevard
WBlue Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse

blue morningsholding out
impossibly bated breath
blue like the morning
as it touches the canvas
of your sheets,
billows of cloud
tucked over
skin-
this is not what
i asked for.

i never said
i needed more
than a hand to hold,
any promise
for you to touch my heart;
instead,
you lent me your body
and a person
who cared
much more than is sure
as the stars.

i wish
(as though the certainty
of those celestial jewels
were concrete)
that you were less afraid.
your fear,
burning like a forest fire,
sinks its teeth
into your copper skin,
reflective and deep;
you touch me too tenderly
for me to believe
that i am just an embellished veblue mornings1 year ago in Free Verse

We share the blueberries Mama left for us, the juice staining our fingers and our lips. We eat them with the solidarity that figure skating partners would give their perfect souls for, and in the ecstasy of our union stained with blues and purples like the hues of the skies just before sunset, we are content. It is 1984 and we are barely able to comprehend anything but each other.

"You need friends," Mama whispers with her venom-like breath and her love belied by her lack of understanding. She does not understand. We have friends. We are friends. The simple harmony and the symmetry that breaks only with the soft marring of birthmarks on myBlue.3 years ago in Short Stories

Roses are red,Violets are bluePokémon Red,
Pokémon Blue,
Your save file is gone
And it sucks to be you.Roses are red,Violets are blue6 years ago in Free Verse

Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you…sweet like berries…" she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.

I didn't understand why itSad Blue Eyes1 year ago in Short Stories

Damien Dawn, and Anna BlueDamien and Anna
A love story
Chapter 1

Piercing blue eyes peered through the window looking in at the young woman sleeping in her bed. It was night and the shadows helped hide him from being seen, if she had been awake. He watched as her long lashes caressed her face. Her dark bangs would fall into her eyes with a turn of her head. How he ached to gently push those bangs aside. He continued up the wall of her house and went up to her roof. He slid down and rested his back against the decorative railing of the house. He sighed and looked up at the full moon.

His name was Damien Dawn, and he wDamien Dawn, and Anna Blue1 year ago in Short Stories

the blue doorthere's a woman who lives opposite me, on the other side of the road. her fence is too tall, and so are her shoes. she has a blue door with an oval of glass in the centre. it looks like an ugly mirror; she likes this because what does it imply of the subject within the frame if the mirror itself is ugly?

she was born in austria and still has the accent to prove it, but no longer the husband. she writes at night, on a typewriter because that's what he liked. she wrote him letters, she wrote stories of his life. mostly, she focused on his inability to differentiate between 'always' and 'never.'

"what's the difference?" he would always say, a the blue door3 years ago in Short Stories

Wrapped Up In Blue Visual Poem 5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

BlueI am completely in blue today.
   "Rhapsody in Blue," you murmur. I shake my head.
   "No, just blue."
   "Nothing is 'just' anything with you."
   Blue because it's the color of the sky when I'm happiest, water (the same shade as the sky), the cover of my favorite book-of-the-moment (I'm always reading something different), and my cousin's eyes.
   Red is your favorite color because it's the color of autumn leaves, fire, your mother's hair, and the ink I'm using (it's smudging onto my hands).
   We Summer Salt dizzily through the ocean tide. You fBlue4 years ago in General

Imprisoned In Blue IceI wake up to the smell of steel
and the sight of white mist in the air
my wrists gone too numb to feel
my eyes beyond seeing, to care

I blink with bloodshot eyes
fighting the urge to cry
where the hell am I?
all I see is ice...

Someone tied me up
I have shackles on my wrists
who would be that fucked up?
that also sew my lips

It's so cold in here
there is no exit near
and I'm beginning to fear
the footsteps that I hear

My lips being sewn
it seems I can't scream...
light appears from the moon
and he walks in

I couldn't see his face
there was a shadow in its place
it drew me like bait
marking my dreaded fate

He spoke a foImprisoned In Blue Ice2 years ago in Free Verse

couldn't bluei draw a picture of
tomorrow morning:

a man in a silver box sells
75 cent coffee and bad bagels.

his shirt is the kind of blue no one ever
tried to name a crayon after.
dust-plastic blue,
tried to love you
(couldn't)
blue.

and the morning is that same color,
the color of canned lightning-bugs and
unfiltered cigarettes and desire,
because that is all you
draw with couldn't blue.

i pay him 1.25 in change and purse-lint
so that a fourth-world factory can make more
silver boxes to sell more things
more stale blueberry muffins.

and he will keep gathering change
in 75 cent purse-lint increments
in the small sinking townships ofcouldn't blue2 years ago in Free Verse

the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.

They said
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.

ii.

They told her that
She could either love boys
Or girls
Or both.
Not everyone.
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.

iii.

He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.

If that boy's way of loving is
Invisible,
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
Invisible,
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gethe trans-, the pan- and the asexual.4 months ago in Free Verse

Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek

The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted ‘Sarge’s ship’ over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captain’s chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second sRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek5 years ago in Science Fiction

is religiously metaphorical4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives

i who trembled at the eternal blue1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Beaten Black and BlueBeaten Black and Blue:

Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...

Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?

I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...

I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it againBeaten Black and Blue1 year ago in Free Verse

A Red vs. Blue Christmas‘Twas a cold, winter’s night, and down at blue base,
Life slowly went by at a monotonous pace;
Artillery was left without guard, and who cared?
Attack the blue base? Red Team wouldn’t dare!
Down in the bunker Caboose and Church sat,
Wishing for something that they could shoot at.
While Tex in her grey and Sis in her yellow.
Hoped command would send out a more ‘interesting’ fellow.
Then, to their surprise who should come running in?
‘Twas Tucker with an unhelpful look of chagrin.
“They’re just over the hill!” He yelled in great haste.
“To your posts!” shouted Church, “They A Red vs. Blue Christmas5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Hetalia Heaven (Midnight Blue) (Reader Insert)~7 Minutes in Hetalia Heaven~

[Colour; Midnight Blue]

Norway

'Love only existed in fairy tales'. That is what someone had said to you when they were in a fowl mood. Luckily for you though, the man you crushed on was practically out of a fairy tale, and he just happened to believe in fairies, trolls and whatever else you might happen to stumble across in the fantasy realm. Oh, and we can't forget the Ice-Giants.

A lot of people knew about your obvious crush on Norway, but most of the Nordics were completely oblivious to it. The only one who caught on was Finland, who made a few snide comments now and then, which caused you to bluHetalia Heaven (Midnight Blue) (Reader Insert)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

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