Natalie Neo Oct 2014

Blonde
Boobs
Booty

Really?

I expected more from you.

anonymous Feb 2015

now, what exactly are you, blonde, blue-eyed boy?
with your kiss like nicotine and your touch like silk
your eyes like a glass pool
your lips oh-so-chapped and bitten
you're tragic and damaged
you're a habit, a routine
nothing you would expect from just a blonde, blue-eyed boy.

Thomas Tinkler Apr 2015

How funny is it
That to be blonde
May
Mean a myriad of things

One who is blonde is
Demure
Pure
Alluring
Matronly
Dull
But never boring

Blonde is thought to be a mark of perfection
Strong Nordo-centricism
Stronger white supremacy

Are there not a brunette with the same attributes
Are there not matronly persons with red hair
Or black
Or pink
Or no hair at all

Why does such arbitration continually define us
Mere colors shape who we are
Far more
Than a more fair method
Talent
Devotion
Piety
Character

Who decided this
How do we fix it
Do we

SK Fisher Oct 2011

There she is
the girl with the dirty blonde hair
Shes takes form of the sun
and brightens my day
I hang on every word from her
no matter what she has to say
When i see her
my heart begins to pop
She is my dirty blonde, acid drop
Why cant i have her
I dont know why
When it comes to the girl with the dirty blonde hair
she is my life's
only high

Her golden cascading curls
swirled freely
around her pale shoulders

Sherlock Mar 2016

Blonde haired, blue eyed girl
You're eyes are like the sky
And I stop and think about
My blonde haired, blue eyed girl
And the clouds of wonder you bring

Ishmael Hurst Jun 2010

like blue blisters in the sun her eyes pierce me
through with a fierce reckoning as she looks on
"you can't keep me here, I'm long gone" she said.
and I smoked the rest of my lit cigarette as I watched her
walk passed the wall I had built around myself
and out the front door. she walked away
with the same sizzling stride the others did
and I'm left here with a beer, partially intact, happy with my secret pact
to never fall in love
with a blue-eyed blonde beauty
ever
again.

Ashley Garza May 2013

what if i were a blonde bombshell

would it be different if i changed

would it be a little better

could i be a pulse on your radar

a blip on the screen

a little bit of static flipping through the channels

or maybe just me

could i have a place in line

a moment of your time

would it be different if i changed?

patient yet forlorn on saint valentine's day

Mishael Ward Jun 2016

I came only to watch one person eyes open and peeled.
The Blonde Bombshell was her name and O, what power did she wield!
One look and the explosion of her beauty could soften any heart of steel.
I knew nothing of softball besides the name,
but the blonde pitcher inspired me to change my game.
As I watched she seemed nervous on the softball mound.
Her first few pitches practically never left the ground.
The game continued and she pitched better in each inning.
Each throw as beautiful as she was and secured her team in winning.
She looked more confident as she began to smile.
Sending each batter back to the bench crying like a child.
As I prepared to leave I waved my farewell.
To a blonde beauty who looked and pitched exceptionally and gracefully well.

By: Mishael Ward ©
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013

somenightsilightacandle4u
and watch it burn

Joeysguy Aug 2014

My Blue Eyed Blonde
By Joeysguy

I’m just a man with a broken heart trying to show love
To the woman who I lost and is now in the heaven above

I think back when we met we shared a kiss
Now the days go by I think of my wife who I terribly miss

Life seems so very unfair
I was older but it’s my wife who is not here

All the years we were married I gave her all that I could
I gave her all my love and my heart the way a husband should

When special days and some holidays come near
It hurts more on these days that my wife and I no longer share

I wish I could remember everything from my past
I would burn my wife in my mind so it all would last

Over and over as the days go by
I try to get by with out a cry

Joey was my wife and now she is gone
I am finding my days so very hard to move on

On our wedding day some words I had said
I promised to always love her and with this ring I thee wed

We have two girls Barbara and Patricia are their names
Also their is our son his name is James

My wife was a tall and slender blonde with blue eyes
She loved me and I guess she was very wise

Taite A Sep 2012

having decided that your duty is to bring music
and a little bit of danger to the lifeless streets

of suburbia, you draw yourself up as a rebel with a cause,
hold your arms out like the spirals of the milky way,

sending the glowing children congregating around you
into a feverish whirl, because space is curved

and so are the suburbs you traversed across to bring them here,
winding through hills and streets to conduct

this sermon on a mount, so even the things that
appear to move straight are really spinning around.

you have stolen your father’s turntable,
and his old records, and his oversized coat,

and while the sunset begins to stain things
in a golden light, you put the needle

on the vinyl and open old wounds
while the only voice you have ever loved

claws its way out of the box and into
the grooves of the sky, making the stars

scratch and whir, and time instead
settles into the beats, breaks its lineage,

and begins to, like everything, spin.

Deana Luna Oct 2012

Fresh laundry
Dirty combat boots
Grey ripped jeans
Dark honey eyes
You got a tattoo?? That's so cool
Looking up to you
Listening to every word
Your girlfriend?? Oh… your girlfriend… well, kind of… you know how that goes...
No chance
upset
crying
all alone
You call
Heart beats
Veins jump
Panic
Hi
I miss you
Pulse quickens
You… you do?
Butch
My introduction.
My undoing.
My torture.
But… but you're a girl…
Confusion.
So
much
confusion.
Hatred.
Can't tell mom.
You.
Butch
blonde
soft brown eyes
warm
like dark honey
mysterious
what are you?
who are you?
what are you doing to me?
dreams
indescribable
wake up
soaking wet
you do strange things to my head
I reach down
feels sticky
rubbing
you
you
butchandblonde
and brown eyed
doe eyed
hands moving faster
you
dirty combat boots
ripped jeans
you
fresh laundry
tattoos
mindfuck
feel it building
waves through me
you
pushing into me
shaking
fingers lost
you
scream too loud
thank god no one's home
lying there for hours
heavy breathing
youyouyouyou
butchandblonde

About an infatuation from a long time ago...
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