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I never learned how to swim; nor did I have the inclination. I spent my life hurdling over puddles, leaving them in my past— with no anguish of drowning. It seems each puddle grew with despair and the water was no longer blue. For it was a shade of blue that only a few could name and would soon come to fathom. I've been forced to swim in the depths of this blue with no recollection of how it came to be. I feel I was pushed from behind without a warning, puncturing my soul along the way. I am not the same being as I once was but my intuition still remains. My fear of drowning is non-existent as I love this shade of blue. I compel this blue to reveal its name and all it says is you.


b.m
How many times
would I return
in an attempt to be the storm
that claims your heart as an abode
on a day which no longer exists

How many
to create my earth
in subtle grooves upon your back
until the seeds of every kiss
begin to live, feeling your motive
and your warmth

How many
to reclaim the fruits
of tender mornings gone
contrary to the wind as whispers
from your lips

How many before the storm's
inevitable retreat
leaving only white flags
white flags in bloom
ceding to time
as scars
and beauty marks

And how many more
would I return
before the clouds break
in the sun

I do not know
 Feb 2016 NinjaQueen
syhlent blue
Crying out to you

Stretching my voice across the sky

Facing you and time

With my emotions inside out

Am I made of glass?

You don’t see me standing here?

You might as well be blind!

        Here I am

Bending my thoughts

Absent mindlessly you have forgotten about me

Even though I’m present you don’t notice my presence

So mark me absent while I pretend to be happy

Everything is so visible

Yet you have made me *invisible
I wanted to have
all the answers,
but in the end
she didn't
need answers
as much
as she needed
someone
who would
listen.
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