9-28-11 11:21am

I'm feeling blue

not like bluebirds or berries--

blue like THE blues.

like jazz,

brooding,

hurt,

& beautiful all at once.

I'm feeling expression--

getting my inner turmoil out on paper,

my disappointment,

my envy,

my green makes me blue.

Blue enough to sing my troubles away through

choked-back sobs,

my voice cracking as each wave hits

my heart--

each rip-tide pulling me out to sea.

I'm chained to this blue beach

but I'm restrained by myself only--

I hold the key,

but I stay just to see what will

happen to me.

I sing out to these waves,

my voice ebbs & flows like them

with the rhythm of my own

heartbeat,

which grows stronger & weaker

as the moon changes his face over

the months of my exposure.

Pulling me close & pushing me back

as he pleases.

The moon is my heart-break,

my hurt,

my blue.

He listens to my song,

& returns to hear me more often

than he leaves.

He calls me a beauty,

but he doesn't want me--

he's so far above me in his

orbital of the galaxy.

He wouldn't force me to leave.

But I am not blue because he can't love me,

I'm blue because of me.

I'm a catastrophe.

11:40AM Samantha Weldon

I'm a beautiful disaster who exposes myself

to everything that hurts me

in the hopes that I will happen upon

someone that will love me.

I'm a breathing,

walking,

art installation

with my eyes fixed upon the

constellations,

in hopes that I will find the

hope my heart can't see.

& I see blue.

Blue eyes coming down from their

blue skies

to rescue me from the blue

sea

that has been crashing over

my identity.

He is everything my moon couldn't be,

& everything my blue soul needs

to become the kind of blue

like sapphires,

precious,

rare,

& the kind of beauty I

was meant to be--

the walking travesty

that I call "me".

Samantha Weldon

11:51AM