My bestie friend has gone away
taken away that faithful day
I can't believe you are really gone
why you go and left me alone
I guess it was time according to God
I cannot shake this oh my God
I just saw you not that long ago
that faithful day you were alone
I feel so lost I dont believe it
I cant even go to see your mother
if I do I know I will cry
I dont want her to see the redness in my eyes
Its been two years I still feel sorrow
Im so lost and wish I could borrow
the strength of someone stronger then me
As I write this I still hope you will remember me
Until that day I will see you around
push the last of the dirt from the ground
one last breathe
one last tear
I miss you my friend
especially when Im still here
Blue called a meeting at half past two.
The moon borrowed a beam
for light inside the house.
The sea arrived on a horse.
Its tail curled up tight.
The sky was a writer.
It always had a pen.
The rain rushed in, his storm coat
dripping on the floor.
The wave measured its length
rushing through the door.
The cloud looked like it would burst.
It had been eating all day.
“The minutes?” Blue asked.
The sky had written them.
The wind had other ideas.
I beseech the sun to undress the stars
In the same manner you disrobe hearts
Inspiring indigo pulse to dance runaway
Carrying cranberry cries yellow yesterday
Exposed by charm your whimsical words
I’m like a feather in your arms like birds
Riding romantic breeze unlimited heights
Purple passion coloring days and nights
High as a red kite I’m destined to swoon
Emerald eyes hypnotized by light of moon
As a night flower power in your blue bloom
I lay with you hours as we cradle and spoon
As hot as lava you stir me from within
I am white paper ready to receive black pen
Words fall like rain despite night or day
Forever promising you’ll never go away
And suddenly, at last,
you take a single step into the void.
Your deepest fears
take hold of your motionless body,
bare before the vastness,
with no shelter,
nowhere left to hide.
And then you understand
that everything had a purpose.
That cicada inside your head,
the one that never stopped singing,
had finally achieved its purpose:
to pull you from the comfort of your refuge,
to tear you away from familiar walls
and show you places far beyond them.
You stopped staring
at the tip of your own nose
and finally lifted your eyes
to behold the whole landscape.
And perhaps,
that was what growing meant:
discovering that the void
does not always come to swallow you.
Sometimes,
it comes only to show you
how vast the world had always been
while you were still
looking down.
BLUE
A long lost night's
Forever sky
A bue dark day
Another life
A sand swept beach
The morning tides
Deep, your eyes
Survive
Blue drapes sway
An open sash
A cool wind
A lost eye lash
A silent sea
And only me
Deep, your eyes
Survive
A wishful look
A half read book
Asleep beside
Blue soft silk
Stirs the will
Of mother's milk
Deep, your eyes
Survive
Forget and find
Wounds will heal
Turn the wheels
Of midnight chimes
Blue, I feel
Glad, you are mine
Deep, your eyes
Survive
In the beginning, there was hope,
Then something shifted in me,
Now, all I am left with are tears,
Why didn't God see my aching tears?
How can I still, for the best, hope?
How can this pain be good for me?
Something ingrained believes in me,
But, deep inside, flow broken tears,
I have leftover faith and hope,
I hope someday this sad me will be replaced with joyful tears.
(24.09.2026)
(Not for contest)
I gained my sanity.
And lost my family.
They can't understand
Where or who I am
Why I begin and when I end
The price is paid
Sour taste? No.
Just serenity. It may look
like insanity,
but is not.
I am.
I am in love.
I'm with God.
I'm on a two hour flight
Window seat
Middle seat vacant.
A no mans land between a woman,
unknown to me at the isle,
Her head absorbed in a paperback
Later she arises, goes to the toilet.
The book lies, its pages spread open,
On the vacant, warm seat.
Tempted by curiosity
My fingers nimbly
Flip it over to read the title,
Fifty Shades of Grey.
She returns, unaware
I'd discovered her,guilty pleasure.
Takes up where she'd left off,
Devouring Fifty Shades of Grey.
And not a word did we exchange
Neither on,take off
Nor during short spasms of,
Turbulent vibrations.
Nor on the bumpy landing.
However, all the while
I was tempted to ask,
' On a scale of one to ten,
how aroused have you been
For the duration of this pleasant flight?'
night drifts~
blue lanterns hum,
their light a quiet wish.
I wander through the hush of stars,
longing
lofty pines
encircle
the opal pool
surreal shades
of blue
shimmer through
shining
swimmers’ inspiration
skies elevation
All the fireflies of the town
Have gathered in front of
The Town Hall.
Being mere sources of light
Not worm
Nor life.
Mere sources of light -
The way sometimes
Humans become
Mere genitals.
I can't look at their light
Are they brighter than the Sun?
I can look straight into
The sun, Day and Night.
Still, I can't look at
The Fireflies
Like the people who
Look at the genitals
Can never look at
The Eyes.
I wandered out beneath late-summer skies,
a blue so wide it felt like open thought.
The road before me stretched in quiet sighs,
inviting me toward places wonder sought.
A compass rested lightly in my hand,
its needle trembling as if it could feel
the pull of distant paths across the land~
those whispered routes the heart keeps half-concealed.
I followed where it pointed, mile by mile,
past fields still holding sunlight in their seams,
each turn a question, each new step a smile
that rose like wind through half-remembered dreams.
And when the day leaned softly into night,
my wandering felt shaped by blue-tinged light.
She walks amongst the Stars
and fuses, catching particles of woven energy,
in calmness and serenity
through porous, seeping, vein filaments
what looks like, frozen reflecting ice ferns.
Is it the activity of sensory
Spiritual depth ?
Is it electric current ?
Dressed in atmospheric lights
flowing through transparent tiny droplets
its lightening rivers, seen in the iris of the eye.
Volts, like the nervous system
and tattoo's permanently, of an image
in ones mind
an invisible face,
hidden by a visible veil
of Blue
Solstice in a Velvet Hush
Written September 10, 2026 for Your Personal Poetry Wheel Challenge
Challenge Dates: September 7, 2026 - September 12, 2026.
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Relationships bloom in the hush,
Where solstice stomps its purple flush.
No anger, no storm,
Just calmness in form,
A feather of love in the crush.
I hate how easily
my heart turns a moment
into a catastrophe.
How a silence becomes abandonment,
a small disagreement becomes goodbye,
and one unanswered message
becomes proof that I was never enough.
I wish I could feel less.
Not because I don’t want to love,
but because sometimes loving
feels like standing barefoot
in the middle of broken glass.
I get angry.
I get scared.
I say things I don’t mean
because I don’t know how to say
please don’t leave me.
And then I am alone with my thoughts,
turning every word against myself,
calling myself stupid
for having a heart
that refuses to be quiet.
But maybe I am not broken.
Maybe I am simply learning
that feeling deeply
doesn’t make me impossible to love.
Maybe I can be intense
and still be gentle.
Vulnerable
and still be strong.
Maybe someday
I will stop confusing
being afraid of losing someone
with already having lost them.
And tonight,
instead of punishing myself
for feeling too much,
I will let the feeling pass.
I will stay.
I will breathe.
And I will remind myself
that one difficult moment
does not get to decide
who I am.
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