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k May 6
i don’t have a bruise
not now
but my skin remembers

because once,
it rooted itself there
dark and sudden
from nothing at all

or maybe something small
that shouldn’t have hurt
but did

and since then
i’ve learned
not all pain
leaves a mark
but it lingers
just the same

now i know
that pain doesn’t always
ask permission
and not all wounds
warn you first

but now
i freeze

before hands even reach
before words even fall
like muscle memory
but for fear

and now
i tense
when i shouldn’t

i flinch
before anything happens

i wait
for the hit
even when no one’s swinging

because once,
he came without warning
and now
my body remembers
even when my mind
tries to forget

because once
was enough.

no harm
just shadows
and the ache
of almost

because healing
was never
watching the bruise fade
it was learning
that the skin can clear
and still wince
at nothing

still twitch
at the memory
of blue

still ache
where there is no mark

just learning
how to live
with the fear
of it all
returning

i flinch
at nothing

because once
there was something
and it stayed

i hold still
for what might not come

i tense
for what might not come

because it once did
and that was
enough.
Leora May 4
The sky is full of it;
Soft sounds in the hue.
His eyes remind you of it,
A calm and never-ending blue.
The ocean reflects it,
As the waves move ever so lightly,
Like the bluish flowers in the light.
Its colors mirror the sky,
A truly beautiful sight.
In its journey, full of life and glee,
A butterfly can never see
The beauty of its own blue wings.
Its true colors only a heart can look through,
As its wings flutter out of view,
Into the bright blue sky over me and you.
I don't speak often,
When I do I don't speak up,
But that can change.

Two colors rule my mind,
A blue hue,
A red fool.

That doesn't me I'll fight,
It certainly doesn't mean I'll lay down to die.
Zee Apr 26
Come bring the bad news.
And tell me all the ways.
You've been feeling blue.

Rest your head upon.
My shoulders.

As we gaze up at the moon.
The night is dark but there's,
Still light to be seen.

You've got a lot of living.
Left to do.

Can't leave your life.
Up to fate.

Hoping you can change.
The chances of the game.

Your life is in your hands,
My dear.

Like the dark it can play,
At being a trickster too.

For a little while you can.
Rest your worries here.

Underneath the stars so bright.
Till the morning light comes through.

Only then when it appears.
I hope you don't feel blue.

If somehow you do.
I've got enough warmth.
For two.
Simon Bridges Apr 23
The tattooist’s lines
Soften
Turn to blue
                          Faiths have
An anchor
And forget me knot
                          Marks time
Within a beachfront kiosk
                               Mattress in rear
Note on shutters
                         Saying  
                         Back in 15 minutes

Older than her waist size
Younger than the priced
Sunday Sport tabloid
Talking of *******
And WW2 bomber on the moon
                          That she’d folded
       As though sleeves rolled up

Her name imprinted
Each stick of rock
                       On the seafront
When anyone talked of Faith
                              Pink words
                                    Always turned blue
Why do you feel so blue???
Is it that Life is bringing you down???
Confusion sets in, and
you don't have a clue,
Who can you depend on now???
You have no friends to rely on,
You are not sure what you should do,
You wear on your face a Frown!!
Happiness is what is due!!!
Just look forward for your tomorrow,
For, A brand new day is anew,
Keep believing because it's coming, and
Soon, you'll No longer feel blue!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/18/2025
TIRED OF THE UNDERGROUND
THE SOUND YOU CAN’T HERE
AS IT SCREAMS IN YOUR EAR
HAVE TO MAKE THINGS
READY TO CHANGE THINGS
LIKE THE GREATS ALREADY DID
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
nimicelia Apr 10
I get it a lot of the time.
my eyes are blue.
as pale as the sea,
woken far from beyond.
piercing deep within my soul

I am stuck in time travel
paused every minute
questioned every second
admired as the daisy blooms
glared while chasing the bus.

My eyes weep,
like everybody else.
I am human not some creature
stared upon.

shimmering and glittering
it flows as brightly as
sun reflection on water.

My eyes rest,
uncertain for a new day ahead.
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