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 Jul 2017 Hazel Redwood
nobody
Don't take this away from me
This is all I've ever dreamed
Your words are tasteless toxic
And they're deteriorating me.

Everything you speak is venom
Crush my teeth trying not to listen
I'm spinning in my attempts
But still your words get in.

Trying to adapt to your cruel intentions...
no hope of escape.
My big heart pulls me back in
Dying daily is my fate.

How do you not care?
Where do you aquire such a skill?
How can you not hear the cry of my people.
Weak and groveling...

Turn my groveling into gold.
4 21 2016
If I wisp away
Into this humid night,
Whilst my sweat drips
With my honey and
Your anguished hollows.

And as these trees calmly
Blow in this muggy fall,
For when my legs can't clamber
These piercing cliff rocks,
And my knees tremble.

Because I fear, yet anticipate
My own emotions in misty
Wind that blows between us,
That will guide me into a pool
Of my own heart shed.

''Tis not your sensitive heart
My mind will whisper,
We're all a lover deep down
Yet I'm cursed with overthinking
Like a poetry puppet.
I feel like us poets are all sensitive - or we all think way too much into emotions and love. Hopefully some of you can relate!
 Jul 2017 Hazel Redwood
Semihten5
let faint
sandstorm
hear inner voice

painful
poignant screams
desert cuts always

shouldersheavy load
riding
break kniees

last unknown waits
where,whom
watch
In a distant memory,
I hear the words
"I love you"
echoed in an otherwise
peripheral silence.
you haven't spoken those words in years. not to me.
 Jul 2017 Hazel Redwood
Ma Cherie
I want to know
your tenderness
intelligent and so very sweet
I will love you heart and soul
I will,
to love you
such a beautiful new treat,

I want to run my hands
through your lovely lovely hair
and let you slow caress me
do things I'd never ever dare

like to kiss with no abandon
and love with out the worry
love you slow and sweet...oh,
an never will I hurry

I will hear you
I will listen
I will be your lovely one
I will be your shiny moon,
I will
and you my lovely shining sun

all the things we ever wanted
an relief when days are done

I've waited now forever
to find you is my goal
I have no other purpose
you are the half
that makes me whole
you are the other part
to my old and weary soul

please I beg you look above
to see my star tonight
I hope you see me now I do,
as I shine on you a light.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk...dreaming... Sigh
The autumn dawn
has fainted,
****-frost shines
through my eyes.
Ghostly mist
from pine to
pine is
beckoning,
like a silver
breeze to
hallow all.
Our burdened
breath, it haunts
us everywhere.
I feel the silence
tearing up
my lost soul.
Where nightingales
do not sing
and dream the
blue skies of
the North,
I drift through
that middle air,
magic
is blazing
in my auburn hair.
And in these lonely
hours-ancient spirits
reflect within me.
Faces carved in
dead wood
walking on
my strings.
A seashore
howling below
the mountain
dew glen.
But i do not fear
to run in woodland
memories,
Into this autumn day,
Far, far away...
What is it that we seek from a woman or a man ?
is it the true reflection of ourselves ?
could it be that we fear what we see alone in the dark ?
or the breath of awakening that floods our lungs ?
we have become weak, shadows afraid of the light
it gnaws at our bones, the burning desires of the soul,
always searching, ignoring what is contained within,
we shun the image that we see in the dark mirror,
we cannot bring ourselves to decipher its shape,
the keys are already hanging around our necks,
yet we fumble, searching for them in others,
trust in the riches that are contained in the chest,
take no thought or yearning for things we do not need,
take comfort from what we are, inside the shell.
 Jul 2017 Hazel Redwood
Jeffrey
Perhaps you are right,
You are here for
little more than sorrow,
twisted ambiguity,
languishing in torrential rain

But what if you are wrong
And you are here to
transcend the sorrow,
clear the ambiguity
and dance in the sun

Were you to be as sure of the
latter as you are of the former,
how differently would you
live this day?
 Jul 2017 Hazel Redwood
ryn
We were unravelled
so we could see.

We were unbound
so we could feel.

We were untied
so we could flee.

We are undone
so we could heal.
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