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Aug 2019 · 370
Death by blindness
Hazel Redwood Aug 2019
The silence enveloping you in an eerie wait,
A sliver of hope.
A moment of fate
For a moment that you wont feel the pain.
all you do is embrace the silence. A moment of absolute bliss.
Silence getting longer, shadows non existent
For the darkness surrounds you and your eyes cant adjust your body starts to panic as you have an ephiphany
Heart beating faster then it should
Your arms numb paralyzed.
Your legs sinking into the ground
You scream out crys of desperation
Just not to be heard
For your alone in a darkened world.
Your subconcious takes over as you lay you're head down.
Even your screams are muffled to silence.
Nothing but a whoosh of air coming out of your vocal cords
Now you know what it feels like to be alone.
Your mind starts to wonder


The unnecessary evil that surrounds a single soul.
How do you let it go?
Unjust rulers in this world.
Dominate the population and control you from within. You dont even see it. Your drug epidemic is just the begining. Thinning out the population around you.
Starving people day and night. Homeless men becoming a sore sight.
Or laughed at for their circumatanceses. Cause no one helped them when they had tried to help the world aroumd them

Incarcerated souls for a misdeamoner
People in jail for ****** even if it was juat self defense
A board of people deciding the fate of a womans life
They know nothing other then her kids at home with her grandmother while she was visciously ripped away the screaming faces remain in her eyelids day or night she cant think straight.
All because of self defense a man ****** her who she was trying to leave. As he beat her
She finally had enough picked up the lamp beside her and hit him in the skull.
Blood gushing everywhere as the man went limp.
She needed it to be over
Survival kicking in.
Got her 20 to life because it was her husband.

Using tactical methods to blind you to the reality around you.
By the most expensive thing
Fear tactics of never being good enough imbedded in the girl who never had anythomg
You've gotta really fit in
No nike's
Not cool
Reeboks were made for a fool
Gucci your in
Prada and your made
An addiction ready to be played
Let the Masters of the puppets surround you
Because her story is fated til the end.
Leaving her with nothing but a robbery gone wrong she stood up for those prada shoes and Jimmy choos til the end. A bullet to her head



Eventually the blinders come off and you see.
You see the people being controlled by greed.
Money the neccessary evil.
Barter and trade in my opinion. Your governments killing all of you controlling your food supply. Your not free your still a slave you see.
Government smartened up and realized that you wanted the illusion of freedom.
So why not make You work till your death make some cash while they profited off you're loss.
Best business plan in the history you see.
For your government couldnt do it without making money off the system that was put in place.
To be twisted and manipulated by corrupt souls.
Because they dont want to watch there tinest fears unfold
Putting people in power.
Making it so necessary needs cant be met. While they fly in there jet
The puppets we all became.
So whos pullimg the strings you ask.
No one knows ita just a task.


Blinded by  the tiniest sliver of golden light.
You see for yourself a desperate plight of hatred breeding around you.
Yet there really is not a thing you cando.
Didnt your god tell you not to judge.
Yet its all you do.
Your limbs go numb eventually your face and legs to
Unsure of what to do.
Your brain about to have an anuerism because its finally hitting home, this epiphany isnt just an illusion bit as reality people fail to see and if they do they dont stand there ground a revolutionary war is bound.
Your not free dont you see.
How many times have you said to yourself
"I wish i could take a day off"
More to life then this
And what i would do to sit at home


Yet even your own armed forces are blinded by what they see , fighting for a false reality of free. Its an illusion you see
For when they come home not sound of mind or body even soul.
The V.A. is underfunded and you served your country to the death.
There gping to watch you play  out the rest as they turned you into a profit and sometimes people must go.
For that paralytic you made fun of found a way to use his pistol to loose his life
Because the struggle for him was so hard.
After he lost the fight in Iran and hit a mine that blew his limbs off. They keep telling him in time

The truth the harsh reality not everyone can comprehend nor even see a glimpse of for there blinders are on.
So take them off
Your a slave to greed and so this story is soon to end.
When you see the injustice all around you.
To many people on a power trip.
To think.
Its easy.
Make her loose her grip.
Take away her balance
Make her weak.
She wont hit you because she doesnt want to be a commodity to a government so corrupt.
For empathy is no longer a thing in humanity its an emotion not many people feel
Until the moments of someone they love
Hits them for real.
The desperation that they feel.
The broken moments of time
Hearts literally hurting in a small span of moments to pass. This woman suffers from depression  .
Yet you laughed at the person before them
Going through the same but a different struggle.
Do you know what its like to have no one to love you?
Do you know the desperation one can feel when left alone in this world?
No, most of you have mom And dad a sister brother or a cousin even a lover you can turn to.
Yet no one around you is real.
I dont mean real as if they cant breathe

I mean real they say what they want and are honest with you without trying to control every fucken move you make.
Support they call it.
Yet in reality.
They just want to be able to tell you what to do.
Mastering a puppet
It could be you
But theres nothing left to break or take away.
Emotionally drained
Physically pained
Yet not one of you could open your eyes
And see the fake smile upon someones cherry Chapstick covered lips.

Nor the pain in her eyes when they thought of ones they have loved and lost. This poor girl died of suicide all alone in this messed up worls  and no one went to her funeral.
Her body went to a mass grave even a proper burial was unattained.
Empathy doesnt exist not like it used to.
The world is changing.
When people are desperately trying to survive.
You cant even look them in the eyes and truly mean everything is gonna be okay.
Why tell thwm your their
When in reality you could care less
A victim to distress you make someone when they have no one
Because even you know what its like to be emotionally paralyzed. By drugs and depression, anger and hate
Yet You forget.
You turn into a parasitic nemesis waiting to leach onto your next victim.
For now the power struggle has just begun.
Our war wont even be won.
To many standing idle
Thinking everythings going to be ok.
But in the end.
It was their struggle.
When will people stand up and make a country free again .
We are weak and afraid of our own government..
This is where the story ends

That sent them to this paralyzed moment of desperation on a cold dark bed
The light begins to shimmer and the soul inside moves on to its next life. Realizong it was all a lie.
Yet blinded by the light as it takes you away.
A moment of bliss on that fateful day.
Death by the darkness as you realize the truth.
We are all just a pupprt on a monopoly board.
Yet to terrified too stand. There ground.
Is this how it ends all around ?
Aug 2019 · 199
Ripped away
Hazel Redwood Aug 2019
A moment when the soul is completly free of agony.
A moment to treasure.
A moment shared with another,
To be healed by the love of your lover.
A moment where you are carefree.
That moment can become a memory.
For you see the agony of the soul
Lies within the moments we were able to feel
So wholly
A moment where we loose control and feel our destiny.

when the rest of the world hits us on a physical level a different reality
Not realizing a cup of coffee can change the moments that were meant to be.
Now there being lost to me.
I'm in agony
Drowning in this worlds discord
Realizing our love is stronger then any mold
that this world could hold.
But in reality the crushing sound of everything around me, takes a moment
Grasping me by my chest
Making me take a deep breath.
My heart being ripped out
My vocal cords aching to scream
It's turned into a struggle one for life and one for a lover.
I can not breathe.
No where to run
I feel cornered.
Not by my love
But the demons that surround all of us.
For a lack of better wording
Yet here i am sitting on your bed
Slowly loosing control
As the tears stream down my face turning into a sob
A puddle forming on your sea blue blanket
theres no where to turn but to you
And yet your not here
Trying to find my voice

What the **** do i do.
Your advice and wise words are needed.
I need that touch that calms me from the moments i might explode.
Anxiety and fear takimg over as I face the world.
I need a moment to breathe and yet I cant
Because all i think about is those months where the worries were less.
Your not here right now and i need you.
**** this cruel hearted world because all i want is moments of bliss. Like a drug
Addicted to the thought of your touch. My soul yearns every second we had.
To go back in time and erase the arguments and sad moments
To fill them with the blissful ones.
Yet a year from now.
I can hold you.
I can touch you.
I hold on.
As i get off the side of your bed.
I realize some choices i made were to premature for me and i have nothing left to give
Trying to hold it down for 2.
Yet it's just me.
Alone and left in this ****** up world
When you come home.
I cant wait to have those blissful moments of peace just you and me
I want this agony to go away
I hate being strong but without you
By myside my whole world is falling apart.
I can hear you whisper
I love you
Be strong
Remember who you are and stand tall.
Yet in my head all i can think is how.
All I have done in this world is survive
How much longer til i get to feel alive
Moments will go by ans i will stand tall and move along but my soul is lost and my heart trembles on
Yet I am stronger with you by myside .
Day by day it will go by.
I'll be myself again until I break down and cry.
Another moment of self control lost.
Feb 2019 · 172
Who Am I.
Hazel Redwood Feb 2019
And the writing begins:
Why not get to know the girl that has the stars in her eyes, the earthy girl who loves to dig her feet into the grass and mud the girl that would be the first to give you a hug or wipe away your tears  if I see you upset and crying. Why not get to know the girl that has loved so deeply even after all of her trials in this life, heartache,  being broken over and over by those that she trusts the most. Left with 60 dollars a backpack and a coat. Not allowed to go home where you wanted to be all t.f hat time but pride takes you away onto that next chapter in your life.. asking the one you never wanted to what should I do. And having to run for your life. Because the ones in it have turned it into a **** show and there was no where out but somewhere you used to call home.
Why not get to know the girl that may not be from where you came from but has had to survive since she was born. Maybe I could have helped you al ok my the way.
I am strength I am a woman who thinks for herself and pleads with herself to let **** go.
I am the child that sees into your soul, and I am a helping hand where ever I am needed. I am the woman that can make you laugh on your darkest days and guide you through your darkest nights into the lights again and again. I am unfiltered and raw. Not the girl you remember because you never got to know her.
I am a warrior through everything through all the late night fights you couldn't hear behind closed doors. I am that broken woman crying in the corner because someone constantly batters her down every day in and out because your just not good enough. I am the woman who makes sure your okay and puts a smile on even though the night before. There was nothing but slamming doors and how much I ****, because everyone else mattered first. I am that girl that takes a paintbrush and paints those memories so deeply branded and trys to heal them through a paint brush. Or through the lines on a sheet of paper reminding myself I am what you have made me.
Now I am the woman who is able to face her biggest fears of being alone and accepting myself knowing I have made mistakes, of hurting those i loved the most because my retaliation of the things that were stated to me over and over again. For I am stubborn.  I am the woman who will comfort a child because they bruised there knees whether you see that in me or not is not my problem. I am emotionally raw and open and unfiltered. I am the she wolf, prideful at most. I am the woman you will never understand. Not because your a bad person but because you will never sit here as a friend nor take the time to understand, it's okay for its who you are I am complicated but because you are a man who doesnt care  to see the best in me. Or the woman who is jealous of me for absolutley no need. I am not a threat unless you make me.  I have the same problems as everyone else. The only difference is I have been alone placed on a shelf dusted off only when people need to use me whether for a recipe, or how I feel to use it against me.
But in time I have  become wise. I have learned to listen to everyone elses woes, the pain they hold inside, I will  walk away before you cause to much strife to yourself. You overthink, I learned not to most nights.
I am ME heartfelt raw emotional affectionate loving and caring kind and real. Protective. A survivor someone who will never kneel. But that's the viking you see. I learned at the end of the day, I am the only one who has my back.. There are a few in my pack.
She wolf  or sheep  
That's up to you
If you want to get to know me
For like a diamond at every angle there is a different side of me. It's up to you which side I will be.
The best part of me being me. Is it is free.
So why not get to know the woman I am for here I  stand in front of you. Waiting for your cue.
Aug 2018 · 4.5k
Narcissistic Love
Hazel Redwood Aug 2018
When you think of me
I hope you think of my best not when others have put me through a test. Ignorance is always bliss. Rip the band aid off and leave me to bleed..
You know me,
the best I guess loved you more others less. Trusted you and well we have both failed each other's quests.
So together now let's explore what is it you see what do you adore. What do you hate can you handle more?

A joke, a laugh a gas giggling moment i guess so riddle me this over again
Lets start this midnight quest
Lets begin:

When you think of me
What do you see?
Am I someone weak or strong
pretty or not
Old or young
Good enough
Or less
I putting you through your own test
Someone who's just a thot
Or do you find me hot
**** and *** a blessing in disguise I guess.
When you think of me
What do you feel ?
Love
affection
Happiness
Be real
Haha meh nothing
Or more like
Disappointment and confusion
Am I like a Contusion a bruise on your elbow . Just plain annoying
Truly you know I'm not always mellow


Ah ha got it
Nothing you see
For to you I'm crazy
When you think of me ?
A smile or a frown
Do I let you down
Do I bring you up
I can fix your crown
King or queen
an ace I am
I really do love strawberry jam
Chocolate or chips
Sweet or sassy
When you think of me
Is it fleeting like lightening
Or just a moment that flashes by
A quick glimpse of a smile
a wink of an eye
Or a frown of discernment ?
Better yet a tear of disappointment
Rare to find joy behind those eyes.
Its my fault
****
Great disguise.
When you see me what do you see?
Love
Lust
equality
Pretty face
Nice *** and ****
Or a personality
Ahh not your eyes love-
But deep inside me,
What do you really feel?
When you touch me -
Does it make you smile
Do you feel relaxed
maybe a little wild
Nevermind you might be disgusted

When you love me
Is it because your lonely.
Am I just a body for warmth at night
Are you demons running away when I slide under the sheets to stay
Or do you only care when no one is in sight. Your ***** little secret maybe to embarrassed to diaplay
Affection is like a disease to you.
More like an affliction or two.
Like it once maybe twice but thrice you hate me.. Turn to stand and walk away.
Just a toy for today.

Does Your heart skip a beat in your chest
Is there something there,
In that heart of yours
Dusty and boarded I cant see enough.
I guess my life got pretty tough
Do you see you or just the worst in me
Nevermind the answer
I will tell you what I see.
it is me after all,
Breaking it down like a wrecking ball?
Why me!
question number one I'm nothing special
What CAN I see
I don't compare to your ex's Never claimed to be the best
I know I'm better then your last.
One of a kind made here in the USA
My grade would be an A
I'm nothing more then a jokeTo you and your closest friends
Pick on me point at me make me feel less. **** me off. Let's see what it takes.. To make her
Runaway its a joke
I guess I'm to easy
shes crazy you say!!
We love her
But not really ..
Talking **** sitting next to me
Scoff some more
now I am dying laughing on the floor
a game its become to see
Who hurts the most.
Aye keep it going  
running away you made it work
Who could love me
Me of course

Protective jealous
A rage maybe
I guess its all in what you want
Just not your type
At least on the outside
Or for your heart
The Worst I guess
At least from you to me

A little cuddly
I know
Insecure
Immature
Selfish
No self worth
Honest
Blunt
Elegent
Entertainment of course
Clothes on or off today?
Making me feel like a *****
your not  just any guy
Nothing more then a hypocrite
I love my chocolate pie
I love to watch people
throw
***** looks
******* again
I laugh at you as you throw the hook
Loving life
Its best for us
To bad we would rather choke
Sometimes I wonder
Maybe its not right
Im not Just a *****
My legs don't spread for anyone
Probably to ***** for most
But it's kind of fun.

I hope this isnt the side that you adore
For I can be
Selfish and mean
Callous and cold
Calculating and vindictive
To those who hurt me
Too professional at times
Overprotective
**** it blurred lines
Dont know how to smile
All the time
Resting ***** face
Clean and clear
No wrinkles to erase
Keeps the skin clear
Sometimes I lie because I dont want to hurt you.
Sometimes
I
Am
Too:
Protective
Jealous
Mean
Lazy

I want you to run, so you can't attack my pride.
Hurt me like the rest,
Its the ultimate test
Win or loose
Its up to you
Let's compare
I'll run and hide
I don't like taking sides

I guess I'm a gem when I'm not my worst self
Caring loving sweet and a pretty face to see nice *** and **** a display of art i guess
scared lonely  this world will drive a sane person crazy.
Why do I care
I'm just me.
Someone to always wear her heart on her sleeve
The way to get hurt I do believe
At least its me being real

i Cry and weep
sob and sleep
What's wrong with me
I'm not the worst person can't you see
Lessons learned
But never enough
For I'm changing day to day another moment another way
Another lesson learned
Time to sway far
Yet near
Not loosing myself again dear.
I promise one day I might be good enough.

Until then I hope you get your jokes worth.
Til the end
I try to change daily and be the best me. Not good enough for you I see
You have no pride in me  Locked away in a closet like a prize doll to take out and play with,
Til your done then toss me back..

I'm not just here to please you
I am here to
love and please me
No heart attacks
please
Let's be blunt and real
  leave me here to bleed.
Hatred is a harmful seed
Now enjoy the night
These words are done
Have some fun
******* and the horse you rode in on.
Bleeding the bandaids gone
narcissistic love
I have watched so many people in a narcissistic relationship loose them selves and feel crazy.. Some of the thoughts that run through the victims head go a bit like this. All over the place self doubt and learned self hate.. Lowering them to nothing but brianstew. Leaving them a shallow shell of themselves victimized and afraid .. This is the story of a girl who found her voice again..
Oct 2017 · 296
The Beast
Hazel Redwood Oct 2017
Knowing that time is just a measurement
that it is running out.
Don't play the games of the beast around you.
For loosing yourself should not be in the cards.
Take a moment,
and stand tall remember who you really are.
Fighting back breathless as each second ticks by-
the darkness you are starting to occupy.
Look for the light in the one you seek.
Gazing upon a midnight's dream,
Take a moment and breathe.
Look upon the moon tonight.
Think of the answers you seek
Don't embrace the madness around you
It just learned how to control you,
and you are loosing the game;
for allowing it to envelope you.
Stop playing all sides
make up your mind
Find what it is you desire.
Take a chance and the less traveled path.
Seek the love in the ones who care for you.
never asking for anything in return.
Be strong,
Stand tall,
Remember who the ******* are,
Remember the long nights draped in the darkest of skies
The freedom you felt...
and how you never wanted it to end.
Remember the long gazes
Like a Siren singing you a lullaby
Remember the end when no one controlled you
Remember the end where you are you.
.....
Oct 2017 · 164
Eulogy
Hazel Redwood Oct 2017
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the God's my soul to keep
Watch over me and mine
Let my soul forever shine in love and light.

As I lay you down to rest
May the God's take your soul
May they guide you home
I know I will never be alone,
Your spirit beside me.

May you find Summerland
and be blessed in all that you had.
Look upon this life
remember the good times
Learn from the bad
I'll see you next time around
May the God's Bless your soul
May your guides Guide you home.
May you rest in peace
We will meet again

Now I lay me down to sleep
Praying the God's my soul to keep.
Guide me home when the time is right.
Keep my heart in love and light
In Summerland I will see you again.
For Grammy
Aug 2017 · 148
Nature's Rage
Hazel Redwood Aug 2017
Staring out the window.
The wind stirring the storm,
ice blades dropping from the sky.
I stare in awe.
as I see nature take out its hostility.
A beauty all its own

Ice shimmering in this world.
Like diamonds hitting the earth.
Its what I see
Beautiful in its own light.
Reminds me of how cold and cruel life  can be.
For the only enemy that ice has is heat.
So dark to light
Day to night
Yin to yang
The storms come again and again.
As this is life.
Aug 2017 · 360
Mimic of the Soul
Hazel Redwood Aug 2017
For you wake each night
with my kiss brushed upon your lips,
My taste upon your tongue.
two souls intertwined as life just started
to begin again.
Hearts enchanted
Eyes bewitched
You begin to start
a fatal twist.
Like the dance of death
In the rhythm of Mother Earth herself.
Nothing left to bequeath.


.........................................    

Foresight it will be
just a mimic of the soul.
Something you can not control
and you will never feel right.
....................................................

Lost­ In my eyes you loose all hope
Let the words pounce from your pen
May you never feel love again.
Remembering it is just a parody of the world.

A reflection of a feeling.
None the less.
May your eyes see the truth hidden within
May your feet pounce once more on this soft earth again
May your nose smell deceit a mile away.

May your hands stray a thousand times,
for all the pain you have left for others to disguise.

Just to make them wonder if the imitation is in their head
Or will you die on your death bed for the mimic of a soul?
It is now you who bears the weight of the world ahead

Will you remember your true path or just let it go.
You are the mimic of a soul.
Again
and again.
May you pen,
for the loss of peace.
May you realize all of the deceit and dishonesty
and pain you have caused
May you realize  it was all in vain
For the mimic of the Soul
has no way to love.
Leaving you motionless
on a roller coaster
forced upon love.
Your happiness
depends on manipulation
Your ****** desires
are more then lust
A rage inside that I can see.
For the mimic of your soul is deadly.
Others blinded by you Mimic of kinship, lies and deceit
May your kingdom fall
beyond your limits
May your heart beat in despair
May your journey
be a thunderstorm you can not bare
May you live a thousand times
bleak days to greet you ahead
Binding the falsity
for in your Soul is blackness
so deep that only the awakened can see.
May you realize you have killed so many before
Remember the witch knocking at your door..
All for the mimic of love
A deathly punch.
All of this
Because
You are
THE MIMIC OF THE SOUL
Aug 2017 · 106
Shrouded Veil
Hazel Redwood Aug 2017
I could almost touch your lips
I could almost taste your scent
I could almost relinquish in this dream
Getting lost on a never ending winding road.
Now it's time to set the scene
A man
tall and lanky
Dark hair
Dark eyes
Not  bad on the eyes
A soul so full of love.

A woman
Cherry lips
Button nose
dark eyes
and darker hair to match

Sensing the other in the past
the present taking hold

Reaching through the lacy veil of time
They reach and reach
But never to touch
Just to see
in a lacy screen
Falling asleep
to the lull of each other's voices
Caressing the mind so intimately that no one else could see
For the trials
begin
Never to fail
Not quite the end
Fire and water
a balance or test?

Souls soft
quietly reaching
Just to barely touch

You could almost taste me
You could almost smell me
Almost able to reach through a lacy veil
But time can tell
It never will be worth it
In the end
Turning away
they both reach one last time
To be bound by glass between them
barely able to reach and feel
Barely able to touch
Almost being the key.
Turning away one last glance
There story ends
and a new one begins.
A lover scorched
through distance in time leaving one
empty
And the other finding what they needed
in the end
Both feeling the pain
But nothing in life is giving.

For now the shroud of lace
turns to ice
at a demon's pace
Blocked
never to be
is this the end of what  could be?
Aug 2017 · 127
Soul's Sorrow
Hazel Redwood Aug 2017
Speak from your soul,
the words resonate.
My mind is empty anymore
Writers block sets in.
Staring at blank pages.

*****

My soul is empty.
Once upon a time
It felt a love so strong,
it could cross oceans.
Climb hills,
A love that could move mountains
Now it settles in.
For never more.
For the beginning is a bittersweet end.
Staring at these pages:
Blank
Empty staring up at me.
As my soul takes the time
to quiver and weep.
For this sorrow I will keep,
it's become a part of me.
My soul hollow and bleak.
Putting the pen down.
I close the book.
Set it on the shelf
Walking away
head down
in
shame.
Jul 2017 · 107
Passion (12 words)
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Appetite,spirit , fantacism
Love, ardour
lasciviousness
Spirited
Vigor
Fire

Connection, lust
Fervor
Fixation.
Compulsion
Love.
Jul 2017 · 85
Momentary Bliss
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
As I dance in the darkest  fields of the night.
I begin to look closely
Hips guiding my legs
******* gently swaying
Eyelashes batting
Hair glimmering past my shoulders.
As I spin to the rhythm of my soul
Under the sliver of the silver moonlight
My feet feeling the dew on my toes
My legs tingling with excitement
Skirt flowing and brushing
intimate poetry upon my hips and legs,
Slowly bringing me to life
Flowing down my backside
as I slowly enter momentary bliss
Dancing to the rhythm of the Earth
My soul flying and guiding me
through the field
til I collapse
underneath the shivering tree
the wind dancing through it's leaves.
Slowly bowing down to me
I gasp in awe
because of the earths  unrivaled beauty
in the dark I can see clearly enough
Trembling legs
start to steady
as I dance to the tune,
of the ancient blood running through my veins.
Clouds like wisps of cotton candy dancing above me.
Knowing no one can see
I dance again.
Spinning and gliding across the fields
My soul dances slowly beside me
Keeping the rhythm

dancing to the beat.


Prodding deep inside my soul
I am a Queen,
in these moments
I am truly free.
No one but the moon
and the shimmering stars upon the sky
to watch me dance.
No one to judge me,
Where I know how to truly be free.
Jul 2017 · 87
A Moment in time
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
In the city lights
I see people
glancing by
looking at me,
Feeling uncomfortable
glances surrounding me

I begin to  question
everything in the end.

Brown eyes,
black hair,
porcelain skin,
cherry  lips,
soft and sweet.

Is this what you see when you look at me?
Curvy hips,
*******,
pliable,
long languish legs,
To you it's just an eyeful,
skin deep.

I am
strong.
I am
true to my soul's desires.
My soul sings a song of the Siren's
in the deepest seas.
My eyes may bat their lashes
but behind you see
I am reading you
as you are trying to read me.
Black hair like a raven's wing
to protect my energy.

Porcelain skin
burns to the touch
like a fever
scorching your lust.

lascivious cherry stained lips,
like your favourite candy
Gentle and soft to  touch.

Curvy hips to dance better with
large *******
like a dragon's wings,
there for the eye to see.
Please don't touch me.

Long languish legs
Easy to wrap around you
Making me stand proud and tall.
Now that's skin deep

My soul singing it's song
to you.
Look deeper
Penetrate my mind
Make me shiver
in the answers
deeper then life itself
Tentacles gripping
gently nipping.
Prodding me to use my wisdom.
Ancient blood running through me
in this moment in time.
Making my heart skip a beat as I walk away from you,
For all you see is skin deep.
Jul 2017 · 202
Raven's Call
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
My souls in a raging fire,
It knew the answers.
They were foretold in dreams
of a Ravens Flight,
The Raven circles
around not once
not twice
but 3 times.
In my face it caws at me
beak a breaths hair away from my nose
I look around and the skies are grey

I see us
You staring at my face.
But in the beginning the skies were blue
I guess it's just being foretold your dreams of me from you.
3 days later
lo and behold
It all comes to be.
Wait I think
My skies are blue
My heart is numb.
A dream foretold
Never to be begun .

I remember the hum
the earth crumbling beneath my feet
But I feel nothing.
My soul spoke to me in this apparition.

Before my heart could beat again for you.

The Raven has foretold many a things
At least on my path
change is in the air
I got the message
I can bear this fate of mine
The agony is mine to bear

Lost and Found

Intuition on peak
I guess the Raven
is still a friend to me
Let your dreams come true
My heart is no longer tethered to you
You hurt me once
You hurt me twice
Now I am numb
and I feel the hum
of my own heartbeat.
Let the Raven caw
In matters of change
Be a warning to you
Don't you see it's My Fate
Left to be alone.
It's ok
I swear
You lit my fire
and left me to
wander.
I will engulf all
That I am meant to be
I leave you here to find your peace
Let the Raven call
be heard loud and clear
When danger is approaching near.
AS to me
was done to you
Let the circle be broken,
I still love you.
#i
Jul 2017 · 116
Refresh
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
air a refreshing breathe
Giving me a reason
to go on.
a soft caress
on my wounds
healing on a summer's breeze
Jul 2017 · 142
Scorch
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
From spark to flame
on a cord
Flame to smoke
a bed of wax
construing from
a breathe
of air in the dark.
synchronicity
friendship
energy
love
all the while
A flame can be a passion
or a raging fire.
Jul 2017 · 151
Silence
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Black void
deep thoughts
Supressed
Not even the wind
The air stiffling
crippling
as I breathe.
Thoughts diminishing
Peace. Silent.Free
One of my older poems... Written about 3 years ago..
Jul 2017 · 88
Rain
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
cascading
from the sky
velvet drops
upon my ivory skin
dripping down
to the ground
cleansing everything around
Jul 2017 · 367
Oblivion
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
One day at a time.
Forgetting the world around us
Our souls intertwining
even through the rain
You hold within you so much pain
Each day you show me
how deep your love goes
I am thankful to have you
These words never go unspoke.
Our love is deep
and flows with the sea
Setting our sails
to coincide
You are my destiny.
A home within your soul I seek.
Jul 2017 · 199
Betrayal
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
I feel your breathe upon her face,
I lay here desperate,
begging this to go away.
Loathing inside

Puddles of tears forming on my pillow
I see your eyes full of lustful revenge.
I bow my head
Wondering how I could not see this..
I watch your hands
grasp her face
enveloped in a kiss
I watch as she melts under your embrace.
Heart breaking,
heart shaking
Another tear streaming into this puddle forming around me
Disgrace a taste
I can't get rid of.
I feel her sharp breathe takin in,
Her shuddering body against your skin.
I cringe.
The scream deep in my throat
starts to form
Like a growl at the base of my vocal cords
I watch as your clothes come off,
ravenously you both touch

My tears start to burst..
The scream comes out
Dogs begin to howl.
The owl screeches back at me
to remind me of what I see.
I see your bodies writhing in ecstasy
I stand here in
Agony
racking through my body.
I cut the cord
I can't watch anymore.
Wondering what I saw
I begin to cry
Knowing
you lied
How could I be so blind.
Feet hitting the ground
grass underneath
as it plays over and over
like a bad record.
How could I be so naive
my breathe getting heavy.
Fallen for you
I beg on my knees
as I can't breathe.
I take in my surroundings
Round and round this spins in my head
I realize then
It was me.
Not wanting to see.
Weeping,
wallowing
I'm done crying.
Weakened in agony..
falling to sleep.
Jul 2017 · 180
Into The Redwood 2015
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
When looking into your eyes,
those fiery embers of amber gleaming right through me.
I look for the soul, faded but I recognized it, barely there.
You were trying to pull the familiarity within us away from me.
Yet something was amiss and amazing, hands shook and done with the usual introductions.
I saw you for the first time, I mean saw inside of you,past you,around you and saw what you really are. The first time we met, I knew- I knew you.
Every time, I stare into those eyes I get a glimpse of your soul. A feeling of awe whenever our eyes meet.
And I know; I know you, a feeling familiar yet distanced, here but gone. I knew right then the whole infinite you. My soul recognized your imprint upon my soul.
It dawned on me then that it was meant to be.. That this whatever was supposed to be....... Whether for just a moment, a century or a decade you were going to change me. For better or worse, I needed to just take the ride.
Standing outside in a cold rain, we both talking are enjoying the moment.. Just to be... When of course I make a smart *** comment and then.. Everything around us didn’t matter for that one moment.
As you drew me in I recognized a small flutter behind my stomach, as your lips touched mine, the whole world slowly slipped away. I run my hands through that dark brownish red hair and feel everything you are... The tenderness of the touch of your lips to the deep yearning of what you wanted it to be. Your scruff rubbing against my pearly white chin and raspberry tainted lips. I smell the manliness ; your scent, I smell you. Fingertips quivering, lips trembling,It all becomes Overwhelming, loving, everything around us fades to black and the only thing I feel is you imprinted upon me. My lips are swollen my breathe is shallow as you delve deeper with those lips upon mine.
We back away and the world is slowly turning to that dull grey day, I first felt you, the need was overwhelming, just to get a taste of you.
As we turn to say good bye, I flinch, the rain starts to get cold on my arms and that devilish grin gets settled on your face; as we walk away. I turn, blushing and a smile returning to my lips. Why was that so amazing. I’ve kissed thousands of times and nothing has ever taken my breathe away. Not even “Just a kiss”

1697
The moon is lit and the sky is bright with the glow of the moonlight. I was no older then seventeen, when you changed my dreaded life...
My feet echoing down the hall reddish curls flowing down my back, the feel of cold stone upon my feet, no need to dress, running just a few beads of sweat. I have this need to just get away from this life. I want to run, be free and never have to listen to a dreaded scream from a kitchen maid again.I needed to write.
The music flutters by; as I get a glimpse of the masquerade inside, masked people just dancing and drinking away, as I run past I am free and can only run to the gardens. Book in hand and wind at my back, I sit down just to relax.
As I sit, the air scented with roses and lilacs, I take the scent in, the feel of the cold bench, the smell of the crisp air, I sit upon a stone cold bench. Breathing just to relax....

“Lucky is my life in this castle, to the outside view, within the castle walls I feel caged. Small and unhappy nothing but leery voices, filled with dread echoing upon the walls, dreary and dreaded my kingdom might fall...”

I feel something, this ache inside my heart, connected to something, an energy, it felt familiar and comforting. I stop writing in the moonlight, and look up to see a man a shade darker then me, big fiery ambers that dwell with his soul melding me into utter silence as he walks ever closer. I hold my breath taking in his beauty. He towers above me, his warm fingers entwined into mine, as I gasp for a breathe because his beauty was beyond any I had seen, his dark hair molded perfectly to his face, long back locks shoulder length and ravenous his lips slip onto mine,a warm inviting kiss that leaves me familiar and filling me to the brim with a quietness I had never felt .His warm inviting hands intertwine into my porcelain skin, his lips pasted upon my own, leaving his soul bared and open.
He slowly pulls away for no words could say how wondrous that could feel. I watch him hand me one single deep red rose, thorns abound, I grab this rose and hold onto it for dear life. He walks away, no words, no Good-bye or even who he was. My mind wonders back to this moment day after day... The questions starting to rise and brim within my head.
Never had I been kissed before .....
Who was he?
Insert from a book I started writing a few years ago..
Jul 2017 · 671
Souls Asunder
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
I have been through your mind a thousand times.
Where most would run,
I choose to hide.

For in those walls I see the man that needs to be seen.
But is afraid he can't for he feels the world would cackle upon thee
Memories lost ebbed in time penned on paper to seek his line.

No one sees the agony in his dreams.
Stomped on used and abused.
Left to be his own muse.

For no one could see the depth in his words.
They resonate so deeply within me.
Like a sad love song, a final epiphany .
Holding your hand crossing the veil we sit together and weep,
in joy and pleasure broken from pain and agony.

The man I see so utterly strong,
puts men to shame in their dance and song.

Like a god sitting on his cloud laughing down at humanity.
I feel you like a midnight breeze.
Holding you close in my ethereal arms I kiss your temple.
Let the pain be gone.

For love resides in both of us .
Together we can face our mistrust.
I am here to heal and never to mock.
I know I must -
for the man I seek is more then lust.

Souls touching for moments in our years,
we have had each other for all these tears.
Unbeknownst to the spirit we sought.
Together we conquer demons afar.
My love for you grows stronger each moment.
Like a crescendo at the edge of sonata..
Jul 2017 · 109
Answers
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
We seek compassion,
and understanding,
from another soul.
The reflections of our souls stand aloe.
The dark causes fear if we look in the shados.
Standing alone.
The breathe of awakening,
shudders both souls.
We are dawning upon a new day,
Drawing from both light and dark.
The answers are within self reflection.
The gnawing goes away with the light of day.
We know something is listening.
Contained within.
We accept and banish the image behind the dark mirror.
Whether mist or shadow, with no shape.But contains all within.
The keys are within our grasp,
Yet reach out and take the key from another,
You don't have to ask.
Trust in ourselves will lead us to others we seek.
Inverted Poem-Inspiration.  H.S.
Jul 2017 · 268
Demons
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
You want to see my demons you say,
Fighting daily to keep them at bay.
I daren't loose control,
For my words are powerful
A spell to be-hold.

My demons are held locked away.
For once unlocked like Pandora's box.

You want to see my demons come out you scream?
I pity you for the words unseen.
I can make you feel two inches tall,
non the less you continue to squall.
to mark my mind in agony,
The screams coming from inside.
If I let them out you will go running away.
Continuing the battle in my soul,
I look at you and loose control.
My words knifing away,
You continue to bellow.


I start to tell you.
A horrific person you are.
Using me for ****** conductivity,
Money making ambiguity.
You want me to be your slave
In many,many ways.

Once you put your hands on me,
my demons came out and backed you against a wall.
I could not breathe.
I started to fall.
The void took hold as I listened to my words.
I hate you.
In reality it was the truth coming out.
Constant anger pushed aside
My words continued to lash to the skies.
You hurt me in more then one way.
Thank Goddess my kids weren't here this day.
You told me I was nothing without you,
The only one who cared.
These demons flashed
but not in fear.
The strength I had to walk away.
For your pitiful display.
I turn around mocking you.
Do you have any clue what my words can do?
I turn to you and sadly say,
I fought these demons,
day by day.
Now the words in a continuous flow,
my anger has started to get out of control.
I started yelling
I back away.
I hate the words you say to me.
I look at you and remember
I was nothing.
So hear these words loud and clear.
I am no more your puppet on a string.
I am no more a lover,
you do not deserve me
I am no more your maid.
Go find your mummy.
I am no more
tamed.
You will live a life of misery,
You will live the rest of your days,
for love will never find you.
If you don't change your ways.
Empty and alone is how you shall remain.
Once you find happiness,
May the God's take it away.
I am not crazy,
I am a Pagan,
I believe in my Gods'
And I know you will dissipate.
For all the things you have done to me.
You will eventually see.
Like a wild horse
never to be tamed.
I look at you
and walk away.
You begged for my demons to come out to play.

Now you cry and ask me why?
Why would I say such hurtful things.
Because all you asked was for my demons to play.
Now you want me to go away.
This was written about an ex...
Jul 2017 · 550
Soul Touched
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
I love him,
I don't say this hastily.
He's truly everything I have dreamed.
Never have I had a moment to gaze upon his face.
Moments in my souls memory is all I had.
What he shows me is surreal in it's place.
Taking me off to fields of grace.
Daydreams about both of us.
Putting pieces together in our inner thoughts.
Memories lost
Remembered through time.
All from a dream of mine.
I knew his soul the second we spoke.
Like a feather gracefully caressing my face.
Soft supple hands grabbing my waist.
It's something I can't explain.
The respect shown.
The recognition there.
The gentleness of his words, when he hears my innermost thoughts.
When my demons wrestle with me he has protected me with his wings of fire.
Feelings like these never disappear.
I felt his soul so deeply
It scared me.
A connection so cavernous.
One of a kind.
He shook me
When our souls gazed upon each other.
Knowing
feeling
Being
Through darkened waters and  time.
I knew it was you all along.
To loose you
Is to let the shadows play in  my mind.
Jul 2017 · 85
Darkened Lord
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Skin pale as a lily,
Eyes dark as the night,
Raven's hair blowing beyond my sight.

Lay with me you plead,
A devilish grin dancing upon your face.
My heart skip-s beat
as we lay under the darkened trees.
The wind whispering gently.
Moonbeams dancing on the leaves.
Grabbing my face gently,
Like a midsummers breeze.

The kiss you leave upon my lips,
Gently starts to warm me.
Leaving me unexpectedly pleased.

The Grace of the Gods' have called before,
My darkened lord I am placed before.

Hands of fire awaken my skin,
Enveloping my Soul.
Gazing upon you like a crystal ball.
Lost in those eyes.
of obsidian.
I have never felt like this.
My body writhes with the ecstasy of potentially more.
Responding effervescently.
I reach my hands unto your supple face.
Still gazing in those orbs.
I get lost in your graceful soul.
Never have I looked this deeply before.
As you take my hand,
to your darkened kingdom.

Hand to hand,
Heart to heart,
Soul to Soul
Kiss me as My lips do part.
as we shift into your darkened realm,
Knowing we are forever bound.
Jul 2017 · 358
Hall of Wisdom
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Through space and time.
The souls strings beginning to intertwine.
Like a brush on a fresh canvas,
Painting the sliver of pale moonlight.
The silhouette ,
Of the halls of time.
Standing before our eyes.
Each incarnation,
We stand eternally embracing
Connecting
Weaving
For all of eternity
The brushing on a canvas
Brought together in mutual understanding.
Jul 2017 · 94
Forever Taken
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Looking at the pages torn.
Spread eagle on her floor.
Frustration filling her mind.
Eyes deemed with tears.
For another loss was near.
She could feel its
Heavy breathe caressing her pale skinned neck
Ripped from her hands
Another reason to cry.
She could not find the words.
She could not understand her world.
Her voice was just a whisper.
In the dark of the night.
No one would hear her,
Not the stars, the moon or the sky.
No one would even try.
The pale moonlight shining upon her
Knowing inside the words did not need to be said.
Page after page.
Began to shred.
In the morning light she would lazily awake.
Her eyes would tear open.
Her lips sealed tight.
Mourning, a loss she knew would never fade.
Soft as a summers glimmer Upon a. Darkened blue lake.
Eyes opening slowly.
Stretching to reach.
Nothing was what it should be.
She opened her eyes
To a world.
Of hatred,
jealousy,
lies and deceit.
She did not want to see.
For what was real
Was but a lie.
A game played over, again and again
Matters of the heart she could not mend.
She didn't even want to try.
Looking for the perfect words .
To say good bye.
She could not say them
She did not want to lie.
The nightmares began
Of her own accord.
Her demons betraying her Every word.
She tried to hide them.
But could not.
Her eyes growing weary
She began to nod off.
For in her dreams she could reach into a place that only her heart would be able to see..
For in her dreams was where she was meant to be.
Away from a world of cruelty and manipulation.
She went home that night.
Never to see another day.
For her goodbye
Was to walk away.
Jul 2017 · 91
Despondant
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
She hides the pain in her eyes.
The light slowly dimming.
Time can not heal this eternal wound
Inside she is withering.
She stares up at the moon each night
longing to see his face.
Each night her eyes are tear stained swollen.
Her heart is in ire.
But no one knows
No one can see
The agony inside she breathes.
Jul 2017 · 100
Broken Warrior
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
A smile on the outside hides the secrets within.
The tears brewing
under her lashes.
Like a darkening thunder storm.
Dripping into a puddle upon the page.
Why me I ask?
Why was I handed this deck of cards
For half the suits to be gone.
That the only way through is to look back ,
upon my pain to see my inner strength.
The battles have worn me.
Torn me and shattered me.
Just to rebuild.
Only
just beginning the war.

For all of those battles have prepared me for the hardest part of life.
Reaching within
The darkness I emerge from.
I reach into my soul,
grasping what little was left,
barely no strength to hold.

To start.
Remembering,
the  agony and using this to shield from the world.
For its a darkened place.
Finding my grace I stand tall
Remembering everything I am.
Strength and power emerging forth.
To fight my final war.
Jul 2017 · 169
Lady in the night
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Peace lying in the fields. She draws her light from inside.
Taking a minute to close her eyes.
Regain her consciousness,
And feel alive.
Rejuvenated energy coursing through her veins
Connecting her soul to another.
Reaching .
connecting.
being.
To be one for a moment in time.
To heal those around her is her guise.
A lady in the night..
Just a moment in time.
Jul 2017 · 92
Hearth
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
Full of life.
Like the meadow ,
In the midst of summer.
Bright and vibrant, reflecting the light.
Hearts racing
Souls on fire.
Freedom we seek
a home in each other.

— The End —