one bloody second
in love
paled the bluest
sorrows
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Tag Archives: blue
blue.
blue periods long
after writing
blue periods before
writing
blue periods when
unable to locate
the words
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star free remix
i am star free i am
overcast sky
all the bad habits i
traded them in 4 something more predictable
something more certain
uncommon
i blackened Hollywoods
digital rolling
eyeyou are blue you are chaos
you remind me of my old self
gripping hearts between
thighs
no longer unmoored
i am star free cloud-based
outlandish
i am grateful
i shot myself out of
the sky
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seattle revisited
walking
wide awake eyes
blue eyeliner jumping like a heartbeat
the blonde valet
the architecture lopes to the water’s edge
in this uphill town
time for café au lait
feels like rain again the ships
they head to sea
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play 2 win
goth girl
off work
threw her apron in the bin
hit the bodega
voted blue
a dream play to win
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reading #222
swim in blue
i finally used the key to open the gate and let myself in. summer was over and i was thankful. i set the water in motion, immersing myself complete. what a sensation. i left it alone and a trail of dripping wet. above and looking down from where i hung my clothes, i noticed the light show. a translation of my form. a liquid print. what was left of my rhythm. illuminated by the sun in blue. something understood me.
beset by beauty
blue periods I have had
in life
the clearings
the most unlikely places
beset by beauty
the shared memory
gather it in your arms
hold it to your heart
tell the story
if you can
blue 2
she was not sad. she hid in the mountainside when the rains came hard like tropical noon. once tranquil she was now and then a monsoon. downcast from time to time. rivers caught the swollen tears of fortune. she irrigates our lands. so to feed our children. for to carry on and on and on
÷÷ the blue lady ÷÷
she may have been depressed but she was not sad she hid in the mountainside when the rains came hard like tropical noon. she once was tranquil now a monsoon. the blue lady was downcast from time to time and only we were lucky to catch her swollen tears in our banks. we irrigate our lands and feed our children for to carry on and on and on and on…
÷÷÷this post was inspired by the painting the blue lady by Tameeka Knox, an artist from Sacramento.÷÷÷
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