#bluepoem

[fatmalovestodraw]

I am still alive and so is she. #wip #blue #mountains #rocks #prismacolor #colorpencil #drawing #sketchbook #sketchbooking #bluepoem #play #moleskine #instaart #arting

[scorpiosdiaryyyy]

Goodbye

I loved you in good faith,

the kind that doesn’t keep receipts,

the kind that believes silence means peace

and promises mean shelter.

For one out of two years

I handed you my softest hours

the parts of me that don’t rehearse,

the parts that trust before they verify.

You lied,

not once, not carelessly,

but in a way that learned my face

and still chose to look past it.

You cheated,

and blamed it on fear,

called it bad timing,

called it anything but what it was:

a decision made without me in mind.

What hurt most

wasn’t the breaking

it was how you never tried

to make loving you safer afterward.

How trust was left bleeding on the floor

while you stepped over it,

asking why I couldn’t walk straight.

I stayed longer than I should have,

hoping remorse would mature into change,

hoping love would teach you

what honesty refused to.

Love shouldn’t feel like

a test you keep failing

while being told you’re not trying hard enough.

So this is me letting go,

not because I stopped loving you,

but because love deserves consistency,

and my heart deserves rest.

I wish you clarity.

I wish you truth.

And I wish myself peace

the kind that no longer has to wonder

what’s being hidden in the dark.

[anastaciopoems]

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I feel warm not from neat rum but 

I feel emotions turning like revolving doors

Iv got a thing for skies

I constantly search the clouds to tell me something

I hate the birds that fly through the blue 

Because it ruins my canvas

Yes thats selfish.

The sky is a void 

Or its full of infinite nothingness

Thats a lot of nothingness and is still tragically nothing.

By Jenna Anne Nathan & Igor Tavares

[anastaciopoems]

Free-Self of Blue

I am trying to reach through the blue, the ultimate blue feel the magnificent depth within the blue, meditating movements, floating surrounded by the sea blue, ultramarine feeling lost drowning from the blue, deep down, darkness, voidness and impetus of the blue. I audacious the essence of the blue to my own, cultivate the consciousness to that alone. The blue arouses growing beyond investigation of self-blue, let I be in that space of ethereal blue.

By Igor A D Tavares

[bluegirlbluepoems]

12

He estado el día entero vacilando entre los tristes pasillos de mi memoria, analizando -como siempre- y comparando todo lo que para esta fecha el año pasado rodeaba mi mente.

Era una época hermosa y agradecida, incluso llegué a pensar que tenía las riendas de mi errante destino, una época en la que mi poderoso espíritu se alzaba frente a las adversidades y recibía toneladas de amor como recompensa. Hace justamente un año compartía la ilusión de estar vivos junto a un alma valiente al igual que la mía, y que así mismo compartían el placer de volar juntas. Ahora... ¿Cómo podría describir el ahora? La fuerza de mi espíritu definitivamente no es la misma, y tampoco lo son las recompensas; me he forzado a escribir textos que expresen alegría, añoranza y fe en el futuro, textos en los que me reconcilio con mi pasado. Pero nada de eso es real. Mi cuerpo azul y liviano flota entre nubes de melancolía, las cuales al suponer una mirada curiosa se disfrazan de sol radiante para ocultar un secreto: me avergüenza mi propia tristeza. Y, aun así, tristeza es la única compañía cuando, dentro de estas cuatro paredes, enloquezco de a poco. 

[foolmoonbluez]

You shout at the world. Then avert your eyes. You get no attention? These replies say, lies.

[foolmoonbluez]

You wound me Yet raise no fingers and bare no ill I wound me

[foolmoonbluez]

As I lay, my heart aside. Deep in my mind I wonder. What will fill this emptiness? Will it fill?