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18.9k · Nov 2015
Light Finds You
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2015
When there seems
no progressive road
the past
savage
cruel
light finds you
the way out
whispers
the door awaits
I created a spoken word version on SoundCloud today, if anyone is interested -> https://soundcloud.com/suzyhazelwood/light-finds-you
12.3k · Nov 2014
Perfect Sunday
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
An awesome book
a sumptuous chair
plump cushions
silence
my perfect
Sunday afternoon
10.9k · May 2015
"Speak"
Suzy Hazelwood May 2015
An open book
glowing white page
ink enticing
seducing me...
“speak”
8.8k · Dec 2014
Secrets
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
If I told you
my secrets
would you
hold them close?
Or would you
careless
scatter them wide?

I keep your secrets
please keep mine
8.0k · Feb 2015
Strength
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
I've been drowned
a wreck in the ocean
washed up
bruised
what seemed beyond repair
weakness stole me
strength claimed me back
7.3k · Nov 2014
Bitter Wine
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
We were perfect
we ran fast
our hands fused in love
I reflecting you
you enhancing me
until we got drunk
on bitter wine
and tasted the sour day
6.7k · Nov 2014
Did you ever know?
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Did you ever know love…
was it always hard to define?
Were your lies a seducer…
for me to believe you were mine?
6.5k · May 2015
Puzzle
Suzy Hazelwood May 2015
Nothing
is ever
as it seems
when understanding
is understood
another puzzle arrives
5.1k · Nov 2014
Sanity
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Writing the words
the emptying
of my emotional recycle bin

I pour them out
with intent to demolish
to remove the evidence
the unwanted remembrance
the devastation
that threatens to unravel my sanity
4.6k · Feb 2015
February
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
February
take back your gloom
I am worth more
than sombre hours
and blue stained thoughts
I'm not depressed by the way, just writing about February.  It's supposed to be the most depressing month of the year.  For me it's all a bit nothing - it's not the depths of winter and it's not quite spring.  A bit dull really.  I suppose that thought in itself might be depressing!! ;o)
3.6k · Nov 2014
Dump The Junk
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I want to dump the junk
hurl the hassle
and know for sure
it’s nothing more
than ancient garbage
hanging heavy
on my shoulders
3.6k · Nov 2014
Feel Again
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I'd be consoled
for rain to fall on my face
because right now
I feel nothing
about anything

Soaking wet
in a rainstorm
might wash me clean
and maybe tomorrow
I’ll feel again
3.4k · Jan 2015
Truth
Suzy Hazelwood Jan 2015
Truth
is not always welcome

but....

I'll say it anyway
I'll say it how it is
3.2k · Nov 2014
Fantasy
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I write of spring in autumn
of summer in winter
I like to be where I'm not
to cheat on time
fantasy
is so much better
2.5k · Nov 2014
Fruitless Tree
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Is a fruitless tree
still worthy?

Is a person
fruitless
empty
lacking in lustre
of no value?

Maybe
they're still waiting
to blossom
2.4k · Nov 2014
November Skies
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
When the breeze turns sharp
and trees begin to undress
when it dawns on me
my world is not the same
I see you
I feel you
as you were
when you were strong
before another chose to bring you down

How could I forget...

November skies tell me
how much I have lost
and remind me
of all the love I have known
and I don't know if
I should laugh or cry
Memories of mum and dad...wherever you are
2.4k · Nov 2014
Loveless Sheets
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I would rather sleep
on a cold stone floor
than lay solitary
in the lie of luxury
loveless sheets
a bed full of wishes
where I need you to be
2.4k · Apr 2015
Euphoria - Never Again
Suzy Hazelwood Apr 2015
Euphoria said “drink me”
I drained the bottle
got lost on cloud nine
heavy head
sorry heart but...
sober again
never again
Life's lesson can be lasting!! ;o)
2.4k · Jan 2015
Broom Sweeping
Suzy Hazelwood Jan 2015
Out with the old
in with the new
broom sweeping the past
uncluttered
and shackle free
1.7k · Nov 2014
The Downfall
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Like a dove
I land softly on shoulders
I'm kind in nature
generous in discernment


But cross me once
the suspect will be marked
cross me twice
and my friendship
will be no more


It's a waste of breath
for me to show
the extent of violation
worthless
to intend to destroy


I have no need
to action revenge
when a clown
can quite easily stumble
over their own stupidity


I won't lower myself
to the mire
when I can sit by fresh waters
and observe
the downfall
of a dumb mind
1.6k · Nov 2014
My Revolution
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
All my life
I’ve endured a weight of exclusion
never the one who can
always the one who can’t
never the one with
but constant without

Standing afar
a stranger
in a whirl of happening
where my would be
never could be

The birth of desire
gifted in grief
ability almost visible
but before my hands could grasp
the thief came to steal
crushing me down

It’s time to wipe the memory
shake my head and say “no”
that I will submit and agree
to every thought declaring
“this is who you are”

This is the end
of the exclusion road
a termination for the could or would
no more stranger
wishing from afar
the negative rejected
because in these days
I truly can
and I know I will

Exclusion
where are you now?
Your mighty weight
has been discarded
from my fortified bones
the embellishment of your name
erased
from my beautiful skin
today
my revolution is real
Inspired by the realization of how my thinking had been affected, in a way 'infected' subtly laced with thoughts of ‘I can’t’.
1.5k · Apr 2015
Cafés
Suzy Hazelwood Apr 2015
There are days
when I sit alone in cafés
with coffee as my friend
and a book as my reason
for why I stay so long

Pretending not to watch
not seeing anyone
I stare at my book
and make out I read
when all the while
I sneak a look
I hear their talk

It seems to me
many are short on luck
so much dreaming
of all they can’t have
and some
have dreamed so large
it shatters their soul

I wondered why
I waste my time
love to stay
in the company of cafés
what was this fascination
turned to addiction?

I sit in cafés
because I need to know
I’m not the only one
it’s not just me
who is short on luck
not just me
who’s afraid to dream
not only I
who’s soul needs repair
1.4k · Dec 2014
Closed The Door
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Some days
I wrestle with fear
of what might be
darkness
a snare
secretly waiting
to ruin my day
to captivate
so I remain
in a place I don't belong

Years have revealed
fear is nothing
has no life
no body
no form at all

Permission to live
is granted by me
the only life
it will ever know
rides on the scary avenue
of my stupid mind

I could open the door wide
invite it to stay
allow it to take shape
my shape
my eyes
grant it permission to be
my voice
lend it
my limbs
let it breathe
and move
and makes things happen
to live
a few short hours
as if it were me
and steal
so many of mine

I told it to leave
I want to be alone
not to be the best pal
of the wrong kind of company
I won't turn something
that is nothing
into my imaginary friend

I've rolled away the carpet
blocked the pathways
closed the door
and locked it real tight

Peace
be my company
embrace the inner me
and laughter will discover
it has legs to stand on

Peace
becoming
breathing
moving
and making things happen
1.3k · Mar 2015
Ideas Are Like Tall Trees
Suzy Hazelwood Mar 2015
Ideas are like tall trees
they begin microscopic
small beams of humble enlightenment
of what they could become
until a mighty body emerges
and boughs like warrior arms reach
draping and lush
inviting suggestion

I am surrounded
by many eager minds
towering above
my own meagre imagination
kings and queens
of profound thought
how they stretch to find me
so my inner eyes
may witness restoration

Ideas are like tall trees
where even darkness
fails to demolish
http://darcyellington.tumblr.com/post/114089663160/ideas-are-like-tall-trees-they-begin-microscopic
1.3k · Feb 2015
Free
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
It was not possible
for them to remain
hidden
in the ragged corners
of an all seeing mind
words must be free
1.2k · Feb 2015
Soup Of Life
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
Grey skies
hanging heavy
winter calls
as the wind howls
through secret gaps
in the window frames

The day has become
like our passing years
not bright enough
a little harsh
and willing to leave us cold

Life has not been kind
we deserve so much more
but still
we hang in there
wounded soldiers
learning to lay our weapons low
time teaching us
there is more to life
than waging war

This day
this beautiful moment
is all that matters
to be sitting here with you
a glowing fire
warm soup
loving food
while we talk and laugh
of the days gone
days to come
grand illusions of the world
and all those things
we now understand

Sympathy
is all that matters
revealing
knowing
sharing
serving each other
with simplicity
our souls nourished
by the healing soup of life
This was written some time ago  for my blog about a warm cosy moment with a cousin of mine.  The soup, I discovered completely healed by skin from a chronic dry skin condition.  If you have any serious dry skin problems or know anyone who does, you might find what I had to say after the poem of some help.  And the recipe is included! -->  https://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/soup-of-life/  Even if it just helps one person it will be worth a mention.
1.2k · Nov 2014
Friendship Matters
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I don’t need a Romeo or Casanova.  If I need anyone, then I need someone who I can talk to.  Someone to share real life.   Someone who’s present, here, and not over there.  Someone who can be honest with me, and I with them.  Someone who’s got words worth listening to.  Someone, who’s interested in what I have to say.

Is it too much to ask for friendship first?  Does that sound unrealistic or old fashioned?  And why does the expectation of new relationships have to start out like a **** movie?  Why can’t men be friends with women instead of wanting pieces of their body first?  I’m a person, with feelings, hopes and plans, not an item of lust.

Why do women fall in the trap of wanting to find a man who'll provide everything, make them happier than they've ever been before?   A man like that can't be found.  A man is human, not a mystic angel.  He doesn’t exist to make a woman find happiness.

On the day she finds he contains no magic to elevate her emotions into happy ever after, and he discovers she not got much to lust for, the only thing left will be - friendship.  So what is left if friendship can't be found?  

If love can grow from a friend, and lust grow from love - then I might be interested.  Friendship is what matters, anything less, can go to hell...
1.1k · Apr 2015
From The Ashes
Suzy Hazelwood Apr 2015
From the ashes I will rise
let dust fall
from my aching limbs
unmoved by ghosts
of yesterday
and rest in the place
that waits for me
Originally written as a image poem, it looked like this -> -> https://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/from-the-ashes/
1.1k · Feb 2015
Silence Writes
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
So many things
I could say
I don't
won't
can't
so many things
the world will never know
silence writes in poetry
For as much as I write about myself, there are many things I will never write about - not because I'm ashamed, or it's too terrible to write, but just because I'd rather not.  If I wrote about everything I have or am experiencing or have seen in this life so far - you might be shocked.  It's best to read between the lines.  But I'm sure I'm not the only one who does that?
1.1k · Nov 2015
Refresh
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2015
Come
drink tea with me
lets talk of halcyon days
watch burdens
fall with shame
refresh our jaded souls
1.0k · Feb 2015
Mmm...My Lover
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
No post
no Valentine
no kisses
I love you's
I want you's...

Who cares
nomnom
mmm...
chocolate is my lover
Confession: Valentines day doesn't mean a great deal to me - it never has.  Nice idea, but not essential.  But chocolate - no comparison!! ;o)
969 · Dec 2014
Beautiful Crazy Mind
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
She led him piece by piece down to her water of life,
and even though he knew she was possibly quite crazy,
he didn't mind at all,
because sanity was never his anyway.

She fed him tea and poetry,
and the wonders of her endless thought,
sweeter than honey,
a different kind of bliss,
an ecstasy, a loving bed of like minds and theology.

They drifted on ripples of euphoria,
with a kind of nakedness that opens eyes to the unknown,
and teaches the independent heart
how not to recover from the blending of souls.

In the passing of time, even the most ancient memory
won't fail to recall her living water,
the loving bed,
the poetry infused with tea
and her beautiful crazy mind.
Inspired and very loosely based on Leonard Cohen's song 'Suzanne'.  My favourite version is by Judy Collins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkamRumVXn4
My feeling on this song is that it's about fascination and magnetic attraction when the love of someone, or the idea of how wonderful they are sweeps you off your feet.  So that is what this poem is about.  You can read the lyrics to the song here -> http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/leonard+cohen/suzanne_20082890.html
953 · Nov 2014
Even The End Shall Pass
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Everyone knows
a flower has little time to parade in glory
all good things must end
now the leaf has at last let go
it’s sunny days have become
as the final chapter of a good book closing
red berries hold on
and listen to whispers on the breeze
this final stage is not as it seems
because bleakness is granted permission
to paint in harshness for a few short days
so let it colour with untamed rust
leaves lost to the ground
and sweep smoky trails across the sky
because this is the great alteration of shades
and all living things know
even the end shall pass
let the old make way for the new
940 · Nov 2014
Serpents & Wolves
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
She had wrestled with many a serpent that had wrapped its slinky body around hers, tightening its grip for death, squeezing every drop of life from her.   And each time escape had appeared to her by a slim chance, luck was there in the moment.   And there were wolves too, with voices oozing charm, dressed in style, in the woolly warmness of sheep, but hungry dogs, dribbling, waiting impatiently to devour a good meal.   She had run from them all, breathless, wide-eyed, heart pounding within the chase.

They wanted life....her life, desiring those beautiful things.   Needing to be full of all the good that was in her, to enable them to shine, as she did.

But things have changed, she scans the world with new eyes, in these untrustworthy days.   And now the living dead can only afford to hiss and growl in the darkness.   Not once will they get close enough, to lick the salt, and taste how delicious she is.   Not close enough, to hold on and wring her dry, not any more.

She sees them coming now, even before the day dawns.   She hears their mischievous desires, moan and rumble like distant thunder on a cool breeze.   It is always the same, as each one approaches; a cheesy grin, the freak in disguise, with its deep inhale of breath, ready to spin the hallucinogenic tale of their lives.

Their blatant nakedness wants to make her break out in a girlie giggle.   But she holds it in, stops it with a little finger against her lip.  Shines a sophisticated womanly smile, and asks quietly, "Who are you?"    Then turns her back, walks far away.   Never looking behind, not even a thought of it.  No fighting, no running.   And her heart remains quiet within.

Three words....and they are nothing.   Ignored, to complete disintegration.   Those mutants who prowl, to destroy her beautiful world.   Slain with a question they can never answer.   For even they do not know who they are.

Her light shines, just a little brighter.   Life goes on – life lives in her.
Flash fiction ~ about the creeps of this world, the people you wished you'd never met.  Not content with their own life, they want a piece of yours too…
920 · Oct 2016
Jangling Ghost
Suzy Hazelwood Oct 2016
you are here again
you drift in and out
my tiresome wilting nightmare

you are the endless haunt
of my darkest nights
the sleeping hours
soaked with raw unease

what was the point
in lusting and loving
piercing the depth of our souls
why bind ourselves
in a luscious nest
if it was waiting to fall

i lie on our barren bed
fragments of who i was
splayed on the floor
waiting for a good day
the strength to gather them all
and rebuild myself

please remove your essence
don't play me with your jangling ghost
break the chains
cast my desire to black
let my eyes
never fall on you again

leave me
in this abandoned home
to live my days in cold blood
close the unwritten chapters
let this haunting end
894 · Dec 2014
Poetry Is My Counsellor
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Poetry
is my counsellor
prose
my revelation
the unravelling
of who I am
886 · Mar 2015
Speak Of Love
Suzy Hazelwood Mar 2015
We speak of love
when we'll never know it
never touch the flesh or bone
we worship each other
in perfect words
fantasy whirling in our heads
making us dizzy with desire

You
never letting go
Me
holding you close
http://darcyellington.tumblr.com/post/74416954717/we-speak-of-love-when-well-never-know-it-never
868 · Dec 2014
Until Winter
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Before my eyes
it is fading
descending
dying

A world of weakness
has burst forth
transformation
has risen

And even if I choose
to look away
and pretend
refuse to acknowledge
what is
glacial voices
will whisper
behind my back
and affirm the change

My desire
is worthless
to wish for
the blooming of flowers
and the buzzing of bees
when all has moved on
without my consent

Everything is dying
because it must
slowly
receding
until winter
covers the falling
with it's long cold embrace
and consumes it all

And my days will be
as though
May till  September
had been a perfect
flawless
fantasy
If you're interested, you can hear me reading this on SoundCloud -> https://soundcloud.com/suzyhazelwood/until-winter-poetry
864 · Nov 2014
Union
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
To relate to suffering
is to understand
the heart of the world
to write of it
becomes the union of humanity
848 · Nov 2015
Windows
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2015
Every home
has a window
but walls
can hold so much

There are faces
never seen
voices unspoken

I see sky invade
shifting clouds to mirrors
sunbeams turn glass to jewels
homes are shining

But who sees through the gleam?
Who perceives beyond the wall?
Who knows the tales behind windows?
Written after a long illness, being aware of how the world was still moving outside my window when my life was feeling very still and weak, and no-one passing by knew what I was going through.  Made me wonder just how much suffering of all kinds goes on behind windows and closed doors - and no-one ever sees beyond the sunlight reflected in pretty windows.  There is so much we never see.
817 · Dec 2014
Even If It's Only A Cat
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
The old woman who lives next door
she asked of you today
she guessed you’d gone
she knows our world has broken

She heard our voices raised
the slam of the door when you left
and me
wailing in the hall at this ****** hollow life

You thought she was mad
an old *****
self obsessed
with flea ridden cats
that’s because you never took the time
to discover the woman

She told me
he left forty years today
without a word
slammed the door
just like you
and she waited
waited in the company of her cats
waited...for him

Cats are her love
she cares for them
and in return they adore her

Isn’t love what matters
even if it’s only a cat
who loves you?

If every person you’d ever known
turned the other way
wouldn’t you also be grateful
for the love of a cat?
752 · Nov 2016
Silent
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2016
When you are silent
when you are mind hunting
I too shall be silent
and help you hold back the wolves
744 · Feb 2015
Warning To God Spammers!
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
This is great website, and I've met some lovely writers, and I hope to I meet even more - but *** are all these preaching comments???

I've never met a writing place with so many unofficial spammy preachers!!!

I don't need ******* preaching at!!!

How do you know I need salvation - maybe I'm already saved - have you thought about that?  Or maybe I'm just a blind idiot in your opinion.  But either way your pointless unfriendly and ungodly manner has zero effect. You've never met me - you know nothing about me.  From now on anyone who spam comments and preaches on my work gets instantly blocked - use your energy elsewhere.

And here's another thought: what if what I write is called creative writing - heard of that before have you?  Not everything I write is about me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who does that.

Apologies to all the kindly beautiful writers on here - it takes a lot make me have a swearing rant, I guess I've just ruined my kind reputation.  Just had enough of the spam ****, and in my real life I NEVER tolerate idiots, and I won't here either.

I don't mind the mention of God as a personal view, I'm not God phobic, no problem with that, but just don't leave messages as though I know nothing and I need saving - I **** well don't.

Your sincerely
One very ******* writer
670 · Dec 2014
All Of My Heart
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Yesterday
you had all of my heart
today
you have broken that sweet heart

I have no rhythm
nothing
to keep me standing straight

You
stupid fool
hold out your heart
begging me to break it
to make it stop

And I say
"No - someone else can do that for me"
658 · Oct 2016
Complication
Suzy Hazelwood Oct 2016
She has nothing to say
not one simple word
to explain
how she arrived
at this complication
649 · Oct 2016
Rain
Suzy Hazelwood Oct 2016
Sometimes all we need
is silence in our head
and the sound of rain
562 · Jan 2015
Missing
Suzy Hazelwood Jan 2015
Even though you are not with me
my hands cannot reach you
your ears do not hear my cries
of missing

Know that
I cannot give in to loving
I will do anything to defeat
what keeps us in separation
555 · Nov 2015
Poison
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2015
I arrived in the autumn of your life
the bright young thing
the eternal optimist
the one who allowed naivety
to shine too far

Never acknowledging the lies
woven intricate tales
you spoon fed me
every one

I'm awake now
but poison
takes time to die
508 · Nov 2014
Hope Sticks
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
It fails me
why I persist in using the word
hope

It hangs in the background
waiting
for my inevitable bad luck
ready
for the opportunity
to be of service

It promises much
yet grants so little

I hope for rain
then hope it won’t
I hope we’ll meet
and hope we don’t

I hope for love
then wish it gone
I hope for the future
but fear
there might not be one

I hope there’s a God
and all my fears of him
being a legend
are so not true

I look around
look up and beyond
I don’t see or feel a **** thing
but a heavy sky
and the rotten company
of my desolate heart

Hope is like
blowing out candles
ignoring the obvious
taking a stab in the dark
on a childish wish

Who started this hope thing?
Who taught me this?

When I get to the point
of being sure
there is no God
that hope is
essentially hopeless
I think it’s time to let go
but again
I refuse the path
towards the end is nigh
and precede
down the curved lane of hope
forever the seeker
that one of these days
I’ll discover genuine desire
the sweet fruit of faith
and hope
that becomes substance

Hope sticks
hope is going nowhere
simply because
without it
I would be nothing
498 · Mar 2015
I Hear The City Singing
Suzy Hazelwood Mar 2015
I look to the blackest sky
bright stars stare down
at my sorry head
they sparkle
suspended
glitter pretty
but you
are not here

I hear the city
singing
humming in traffic
feet rushing
busy
happy life
endless
flowing
and I
am so still

I see you standing
taking the view
smiling
at this place we love
it glows
like Christmas
at night
and we
belong

You turn to me
reach your hand
your lips moving
words faint
darkness
swallows you whole
and you
are gone

You
are not here
http://darcyellington.tumblr.com/post/81501916240/i-look-to-the-blackest-sky-bright-stars-stare-down
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