Blue

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    • nini2323
    • I once knew everything, and now I know nothing.

    Blue

    They called her Blue
    Maybe it was her icy touch maybe cobalt eyes maybe the sadness that dripped from her like too many tears too heavy for the sky

    She walked through a crowd untouched
    Surrounded by sweating grinding pulsating bodies,
    Of youths that held on to a dream for far too long.
    Some of their monsters followed them everywhere.

    She ascends the stage weightlessly icy
    The lights fall it's dark
    One more breath she dissolves into the music
    Her screams come melodic and soft like a whisper

    Kaliedescope eyes catch her fall from grace
    And she remembers, Blood on her hands
    Blood on the floor, on her clothes
    None where it belongs

    She remembers his body was blue
    She feels the blood drain,
    One more word one more scream one more drop and she is again
    Blue

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    DestinedQueen commented on Blue

    10-05-2009

    The interesting aspect of this is that not only does your main character-as this seems quite narrative-not only gives the other souls mentioned in your poem the chills she also has the same effect on your audience. One of the best talents I believe you can have as a poet is to project such emotions and feelings in your readers. DQ

    muttman1 commented on Blue

    02-25-2009

    i cannot compliment you enough on your work

    bforibus commented on Blue

    02-21-2009

    very deep metaphors for this dark colored painting. very nice flow. loved it

    Benjamin commented on Blue

    02-20-2009

    Wow that's haunting! If you'd separate the second line of the third stanza to "The lights fall"/"It's dark" I'd give you a 10, till then I can only rate this a 9.

    HarverTomsson commented on Blue

    02-19-2009

    This one gives me the chills, for all the right reasons. Drama, suspense, and authenticity.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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