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​Through the halls of HelloPoetry, the cursor starts to blink, A soul named Blue Sapphire dips a heavy pen in ink. The screen is glowing softly, a blue and lonely spark, As they spill the fractured pieces of a heart left in the dark. ​It’s shattered like a gemstone, a million jagged shards, Dealing out the sorrow from a deck of heavy cards. The rhythm of the stanzas is the only way to breathe, To pull the tangled heartache from the spirit underneath. ​"It needs a mend," the verses cry, in metaphors of rain, Searching for a needle that can stitch away the pain. Each line is like a bandage, each rhyme a steady hand, Building up a fortress where a broken soul can stand. ​From the depths of the "Newest" feed, the words begin to rise, Reflecting all the stormy clouds within those sapphire eyes. But with every "Post" and "Publish," the cracks begin to seal, As the poetry reminds them: to hurt is how we heal. ​So keep the stanzas flowing, let the sapphire spirit shine, For the mending isn't instant... It happens line by line. Michael Powers ""STYXX ON FIRE "
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 2:29 AM UTC
Blue Sapphire: The Ink and the Mend........
​Through the halls of HelloPoetry, the cursor starts to blink, A soul named Blue Sapphire dips a heavy pen in ink. The screen is glowing softly, a blue and lonely spark, As they spill the fractured pieces of a heart left in the dark. ​It’s shattered like a gemstone, a million jagged shards, Dealing out the sorrow from a deck of heavy cards. The rhythm of the stanzas is the only way to breathe, To pull the tangled heartache from the spirit underneath. ​"It needs a mend," the verses cry, in metaphors of rain, Searching for a needle that can stitch away the pain. Each line is like a bandage, each rhyme a steady hand, Building up a fortress where a broken soul can stand. ​From the depths of the "Newest" feed, the words begin to rise, Reflecting all the stormy clouds within those sapphire eyes. But with every "Post" and "Publish," the cracks begin to seal, As the poetry reminds them: to hurt is how we heal. ​So keep the stanzas flowing, let the sapphire spirit shine, For the mending isn't instant... It happens line by line. Michael Powers ""STYXX ON FIRE "
For my friend Blue Sapphire.....we're ether healing or in pain. May you heal quickly.
michael-powers
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 2:29 AM UTC
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