MISS BLUE’S BLOG
A poet, moody illustrator & an overbearing lover.
Hi! I’m Aira, and this is my tiny, melancholic, impractical, nonsensical blue world. Writing is my excuse to keep escaping into my fantasies — away from the mundane — where I allow as much magic as I need there to exist. The most beautiful escapes happen through poetry, which I believe represents the symphonies of the written word. Somedays, I even manage to sketch or paint that fantasy, or capture it through my lens just as life passes by.
A JOURNEY THROUGH ALL SHADES OF BLUE
Here, I hold every soulful memory that turns to starlight in my night sky, formed from the mere dust of fleeting moments. I stay in this fiction just long enough… and let it bleed into my reality.
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SYMPHONY: Substance Abuse & the substance is Music
All that I’ve felt could only be contained In the strongest of relics available to misuseI keep maps of moments lived, buried In the depths of your symphonyPure concoctions leading to my eternal salvationThe magic of music is of transtemporal epiphaniesThe strongest love I have ever feltIt’s supernatural sorcery at its best from Symphony, Anachronic Sensibility I…
Spring’s here.
The tide of time seems to be turning, Churning a desire to be seen again. I had locked it away, deep in some trunk, But the rust of indifference was far too blunt. Reckless- the hand that still seeks, Meddlesome, it crawled through the seams. Like whimsical ivy, now coloring me blush, The desire…
Our story has been lived out in the exact footsteps
By someone else already, somewhere else
So that is why we write and we sing and we paint
For it to be found after a moment or a hundred years in time
The legacy that becomes a lesson in another lifetime
A stranger becomes your saviour in an intervention so divine
You’ll look past the skies and beyond the horizon
To see the same alignment of sentient, holy signs
Our experiences are not unique — they’ve been lived before, echoing through time. Art becomes a way for us to preserve and rediscover these shared human moments. Through it, connections form across lifetimes, with strangers becoming unexpected guides, and cosmic signs aligning to reveal deeper meaning in the steps we trace. Fate determined beyond our realm, playing out our life in fragments of love and loss. I write this only because I’ve truly felt it. I write this only because, today as well, I’m living it. If you feel like diving in to this shared experience, my two poetry books are linked on the website, available to be honored by your book shelf.
Q.O.T.D
My 2023 Floral Diss Track,
‘God was a vandal and 2023, His canvas.’
Ephemeral Eudaemonia
exploring life through creative expression,
in whatever form it may come to me.
aira 
