Biography of Azul Noir
24, Female, World traveler
I write when I'm upset. Almost only then. I don't write often.
Azul Noir Poems
A Small String
I wake from a dream I fall back in So vivid but unclear Fading out, falling in
Nothing More To Smile
I'm sick of needing nothing more to smile I'm sick of friends who just won't let me fall I'm sick of sunshine without clouds And rainbows ten times in every mile
I am hesitant to go too far too fast To repeat not only the good, but the failures of the past I struggle to find words to describe, not only the love I have, but also the surreptitious fear that I hide
Given like glass whole and clear trust is broken by your fear broken trust lies in pieces dropped as my heart freezes
Home On A Hill
I travel towards a house that's not a home My home is on a hill burnt down Burnt by the love of money and fame Burning before we crashed
One More Moment
The rain pours down and splashes up. One car goes by, then two. Deja vu. Once again my thought on you. Last time an empty street
Today perfection failed His mother mourns his loss His mother's love has faltered One more nail for his cross
The greatest disappointment is a dream turned to reality For each real thing is destined to mortality Every dream made real loses its perfection To be ripped apart by life's reflection
Death Or Your Arms
In the night your voice broke through my pain Calming my restless dreams They faded together and left like a vapour You became real and I lived in you till I died
I Hate You So Much
Darkness pierced by bright light Right now I'd like to fight Fire erupts and consumes As people push and fight to move
The Longest Road
Big houses, small towns, small flats in big cities, some smaller than others, some bigger than most.
Faster And Faster
We're on the edge It's a fragile ledge I lose my balance I lose myself
I Cannot Stand By You
I'm angry. I'm hurt. I'm sorry. I should have saved you, like you saved me. Maybe if I told you. Maybe if you knew.
The Longest Road
Big houses, small towns,
small flats in big cities,
some smaller than others,
some bigger than most.
I have seen the obscure
I have felt the mundane
I have traveled, I have lived,
and it all seems insane.