Best Bluer Poems

It’s raining outside the night is long and without sleep.
The storm that rages inside makes me aware, this cut is deep.
The coldness is frigid and offers me no comfort.
The only warmth is from the tears that fall upon my face.
I know that outside your arms...

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You find your joy in the storms you create, 
the pain you cause and the lives you destroy


This world is no more than your emotional playground,
 The souls of men are your favorite toy 

You play your games which have no rules 
Making puppets of...

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In the deepness of night
When angels nod off to sleep
As the stars dim their bright
When shadows seem to weep

The stillness of life within a breath
The trueness of love evaporates into myth
Nothing as is good is it ever was good
Something embellish becomes reality understood

Dreams are bits...

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A little Bluer
Tales of the great
folklore and the gypsies
pirates all around the state
traveling the seas getting tipsy

mythical witches and their brews
hellish demons and angels too
This world you will have trouble
elves and trolls...wait, I'm not through

fairy's and pixie dust
hookers, temptresses with lust
humbled yogis, monks and shamans
Buddhists,...

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She's thwarted his advances for bluer skies 

cat chasing her tail
to poking at nothing there
why is this such a fail
retrieving her blank stare

he tries again, his paws
grasping thin air
his teeth into her jaw
for answers to her impair

he scowls, then paces to scare
purring none the less
as...

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her being blue makes me bluer

she likes the ocean
her ripples, curls and waves crash the shore
never relenting
she has fits and rages
especially during a storm,
during those times
bringing in extra seaweed, seashells and debris to shore
lately she's been having more fits and rages
i should know ... I'm...

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A little bluer please
a darker rim
around a distant cave
peering into the orange tip
of sunrise.
Will they see it?
Well not it….but me
gazing from within the depth
of brushstrokes,
watching them as they
control the urge
to touch,
to feel the gentle breeze
moving through
motionless trees.
The aura of the forest changing
passersby caught
lost in the...

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