18|cyan_rose: challenges azureabyss: pic prompts Tag me using #bluepup

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  • bluepuppy01 1d

    Title suggestions are welcome in the comments below��

    The winds were howling
    Like little wolf pups
    Longing for their mama's embrace
    In the soulless comfort of a snow bed

    The storm was blinding
    Like rays of sunshine
    But without the familiar warmth
    That brings a sense of peace

    She sat huddled
    In a cave of ice crystals
    With no intention to leave
    For there was nowhere to roam to

    Hugging her knees
    Captured in her daydreams
    In a land where day
    Was treated as myth

    There, she fought off the cold
    With the heat of her soul
    And the plush softness
    Of her thick fur coat


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  • bluepuppy01 2w

    #bluepup #ceesreposts


    I read each word,
    Yet I don't understand,
    It's as if my brain has been crouching so long,
    Hovering over the collage of letters,
    That when I stand up suddenly,
    All I see is darkness
    While my eyes are still open

    The essence of the letter eludes me,
    As each silent whisper
    Of my thoughts tracing the cursive,
    Seem to drift off the pages like a ghost,
    Haunting what I could have known but never learned

    And as I get to the end,
    I know I'll have to read it all over again
    So that maybe I'll comprehend
    After reading a second time

    But no matter how I skim through,
    How fast,
    How slow,
    How long,
    I stare at the ink,
    Convincing myself to believe
    I don't understand the writing,
    Though I've actually known all along
    What it's conveying,
    But I don't want your message to hurt me

    Thus, my eyes, which have glided
    Over these unchanged words a million times
    In a few short hours
    In hopes they would suddenly gain a new meaning,
    Feign blindness to deny
    The pure harshness of reality


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  • bluepuppy01 3w

    Web of Memories

    Each dew drop was a memory strung into her art


  • bluepuppy01 5w

    #cees_wp_chall #abyssentry
    #prettypic261 #bluepup

    Sorry that it's a little choppy�� I had to somehow reduce the original amount of lines to 20 to follow the challenge rules..

    Midnight Spies
    The lady in black sat in the back
    Wearing a hat meant to hide the truth in her eyes
    From the crowd fooled by
    Her taciturn disguise

    Soon, the clock struck midnight
    And she, whose eyes couldn't lie,
    Looked up to face the gentleman before her
    Who came requesting a dance

    He approached for he had his suspicions
    Yet he couldn't confirm if it was really her whom he sought
    For the brim of a fedora
    Cast shadows over half her facial features

    Chin low with a seemingly shy smirk
    She accepted his offer
    And, hand-in-hand, they entered the 'battlefield'
    Assuming their positions,
    They synchronized with the music
    Whilst almost close enough
    To breathe the same breaths
    Then the bullets of inquiry were fired


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    Midnight Spies

  • bluepuppy01 6w

    Papers Glow in Fire...

    You're. ..
    The ink to my pages,
    The words to my blank spaces,
    The dot of my dimples,
    The cross of my religion,
    The forever to my finiteness

    And in the everlasting finity of us,
    Our story created a spark,
    An unpredictable variable
    In an experimental mixture
    Of passion and imagination

    We didn't know
    Where it would take us,
    How long we would last
    With a wildfire in our parchment palace,
    Yet we persisted in our lovely innocence,
    Cherishing each moment between the lines

    And maybe
    That was a mistake we'd never regret
    Or a blessing we can never forget,
    But no matter what we label
    The unknown that almost undid us,
    What remains is the fact
    That without the sudden firestorm,
    We would not have become what we are

    And if we consider
    How papers may glow in fire
    But books burn into hearts
    We could appreciate more
    The tale of our blazing love

    #sur_title_ch #bluepup #ceesreposts

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  • bluepuppy01 7w

    #bluepup #ceesreposts #bluestory

    Love Letters to Broken Hearts
    I met a broken heart last week. Asked why the break-up came to be.

    She said, “He didn’t like me being me.”

    My eyebrow rose in confusion, yet I nodded like I understood the complexity of relationships and responded with some random words off the top of my head, of which I hoped sounded like wise advice. “It’s nothing to dwell on. Everyone breaks piece by piece, showing off little fragments of themselves until they find the one longing for the whole puzzle. Clearly, he wasn’t the one, so just move on to find the one who will accept nothing less than all of you.”

    “That’s harder than it sounds,” she countered, and I said, “Maybe, but going on a scavenger hunt for puzzle pieces sounds a lot more fun than crying over someone who never bothered to look.”

    Anyways, I met a broken heart last week. In the process, I discovered my talent for poetry on a topic I’ve never even experienced myself. Yes, love! After that whole ordeal of me giving sage advice to a random stranger in a storage closet at my school, I thought of something I figured would be a neat idea: I should just write “love” letters to broken hearts- not love letters as in the “I love you! Date me?” kind, but the kind of sweet love notes that express how much you appreciate their existence and all the things their heartbreakers couldn't see.

    Of course, spontaneous lil’ me had to go and act on this idea. Let me just say that the test run on this drive of good deeding (yes, I know that’s not actually a real term) didn’t go as well as planned. Somehow, I ended up with a fiery handprint on my left cheek- the answer to a total misunderstanding created by me. I didn’t deserve it (they obviously didn’t know that), but I didn’t get upset about it. Nope, not at all. Instead, I thought of the stinging pain as constructive criticism which led me to tone down and tweak my non-romancing love letter techniques.

    I persevered under the alias, CupidGotNothin’OnMe, because I learned that signing my real name may lead to unwanted and undeserved consequences. Granted, I should have picked a better name, perhaps a name that suggests, “I mean what I say with all my heart” such as Sincerely, (Just think: at the bottom of every note, the words, “Signed, Sincerely”), but um...let’s just say I was too lazy to change it in time before it stuck. And boy, did it stick, spreading all over school and even to the neighboring schools thanks to social media: “More wise words from @CupidGotNothinOnMe,” “@CupidGotNothinOnMe left me a note,” “Who is @CupidGotNothinOnMe and who will they strike next,” “Thank you, @CupidGotNothinOnMe.” I exaggerated, more or less, but at least this time my letters of “You are lovely” poems were well received. No slaps to the face came my way, whether that be because my letters were sent anonymously or because my wording improved, I’ll never know, but I like to think it’s because the offered pieces of my whole heart helped heal their broken ones (at least a little bit).


    Side Note: I put the dashes between sincerely cuz on the original doc I had it struck through, but you can't do that on Mirakee so just pretend there's a line through Sincerely ��

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    Love Letters to
    Broken Hearts

  • bluepuppy01 8w

    #bluepup #cami

    To Hold the World
    She wanted to hold the world in her hands. Treasure it like a snowglobe in a prized collection. Shake it up a little just to watch things settle. Polish it to make the shiny sphere better, if ever “better” was possible after her thorough scrubbing away of the sky's flaws.

    She wanted to hold the world in her hands. Sculpt it like a skilled potter. Guide it the right way ‘til near perfection was reached. Make an impact in its evolution.

    She wanted to hold the world in her hands. Examine it as if it were an abstract work of art and her, the aesthetician. Study the stars, the waves, and the trees, the food, the animals, and the people, only to credit Nature as an outstanding artist possessing otherworldly talent.

    She wanted to hold the world in her hands. Love it like a mother would her precious child. Support them in all their uniqueness. Protect them always.

    She wanted to hold the world in her hands...
    because her dying wish was to see all the beauty of the world in one place, for she couldn’t very much go out and see it herself whilst stuck in the bed of a hospice located at some corner of the world she wanted, so much, to hold.


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    To Hold the World

  • bluepuppy01 9w

    White Feather

    I follow the feather with my eyes how a child would a butterfly into the beyond

    Eyelids fluttering like the feather’s wispy tips as we stare into the sun

    Our shadows mingle in the brightness of the clearing in the orchard

    And she gently falls from the sky she floated up in as do the cherry blossoms

    Gracefully, she lands in the nest of his bark colored curls

    He gives me a quizzical glance when I exhibit a silly grin
    (Probably not worth displaying in his hall of starry smiles)

    I answer with a hand raised in a motion that may have suggested a kiss to come

    He freezes either in nervous anticipation or shock or both
    Which causes my smile to grow wider
    As I carefully pluck the white feather from his hair

    Tossing it to the wind so that I may watch it fly again

    And possibly fall into the hands of someone

    Who, maybe years down the line, will hold it with a sentiment I couldn’t carry it with

    #bluepup #ceesreposts

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    White Feather

  • bluepuppy01 12w

    This is a little piece of imagery from a longer description about a made-up foreign planet...
    P.S. The name of the planet is Cerul (which u would know if I actually posted the whole thing)
    #bluepup #ceesreposts

    The sky is a sea of vivid cerise blending into darker shades the deeper it goes until it meets the cerulean surface, blending with the horizon, comparable to an eternal sunset without a setting sun. A planetary complexion as such deludes one into thinking that the pure white clouds, shaped like magical, floating castles of rounded towers upon firm foundations, do not belong in the parched ocean above. Yet when the occasional storm rolls in upon the invisible waves of the sky, the clouds, that seem to be lost among the reddish-pink and blue hues of the planet with six moons, will prove their eccentricity (in human standards) by raining a mysterious sheet of silver rain. These raindrops fall fast but sink slow as if the air has the texture of water and the silver substance a small stone descending into the depths.

    After falling slowly, in an Alice-through-the-rabbit hole-type-of-way, they will land either in the mountainous or forest regions of the land but not in the desert regions between. If it is the forest, whose limbs and leaves dance as if they’re swimming, that welcomes them, then the silvery pearls will impact the magenta canopy, similar to that of liquid metal mercury gracefully sliding off the tips of every surface without shattering its perfect form. Below, the drops will collect on the grass of cerulean blue and in the bellies of the carnivorous plants which snap at the spherical liquid as if they were the juiciest of meats. Puddles of silver will dot the landscape, matching the single stripe of the now glistening river of water that flows through the beds of the forest grounds. Later, for the dark soil does not soak up the rainfall, a mist, appearing like that of powder immersing itself in water, will float up as the vaporized form of the clouds’ tears. In the same way, the rain will slide down the gray, black, blue, violet, and crimson boulders or cliff faces of the mountainous region, though their journey down is but a bit longer than that of the distance between the leaf-to-grass space of the magenta woods. Furthermore, at a certain place among the midnight cliffs, a waterfall cascades into a clear pool. Some rain will fall into this pool and sink to its bottom giving it a lustrous silver appearance whose color will take a longer time to fade into its original transparency.

    During this downpour, bright blue lightning will stretch across the sky, visiting the surface like a serpentine ghost, there and then not, without any proof it was there at all. When the breathtakingly beautiful and almost dream-like rainstorm ends, the planet will seem to forget the lightning ever existed in the first place until the next storm comes to introduce itself. And where this lighting truly never existed, in the crusty, cracked, and cerulean sand-topped exterior of this faraway orb in some galaxy, the desert will have minded its own business, never knowing of the drizzling silver occasion that occurred in the territories of his neighbors. Instead, he will concentrate on what goes on beneath his surface, where, at the very heart of himself, his complex craft of mineral forging is under way- minerals never before seen on Earth.


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  • bluepuppy01 13w

    #bluepup #ceesreposts
    I couldn’t imagine a world without me, and maybe that’s narcissistic, but just the same, I can’t imagine a world without you in it, because without us together this world is meaningless, for who would care about the world of others when one’s own has fallen apart?

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