"blondish" poems
Dust to dust...makes tangible the blondish
breakdown of sun.
The choreography of neutered marauding...
ever amicable to rondure of skull.
The seeping pull of an ever foreign wind...
dust to dust.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
Pink hair she stands in front of me
She looks back smiles at me
Tells me how pretty I am
Not even half a minute later
I put earbuds in and she tells her friend
What a freak.
Blondish Brown hair sits near me
Tells me how glad she is we are friends
I think wow I’m so glad too
Life without her would be so dull
She’s my rock and gets me to do fun things.
The scary part is these people are the exact same people just a year difference in time.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
Curly, blondish wild hair!
Crown upon my head!
Forever you will be there
Even when I'm dead.
My soul will leave my carcass
But you will still live on.
In the depths of San Marcos
You can weave my life a song.
You will be my jester
And my throne-side sword as well.
If I'm sent back to years of yester
Or if I'm in hell.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
So, don't you see her pain?
You've always been observant
Can't you see the sick look of pain in her eyes?
After all, you're the cause
Your pretty eyes, curtain of dirty-blondish hair
Sweet smiles, irresistable scent, soft touch
Your ingenuity, intelligence, creativity, and kindness
Don't you know that's why she fell for you?
She doesn't blame you for this split
But can't you see that hurts her more?
She's got to be strong, got to hold it in for you
And for her own sanity, but oh the irony
So you can sort yourself out, fix your problem,
Don't you know she hasn't cried
Hasn't screamed out, tried to smile, for your sake?
She knows your problems must be big
Big enough to hide it from her, to retreat
To ask for a break that you vowed against
She's trying like she always has for others
Confused, hurt, but mostly worried and longing
So for her, be okay, and return
She doesn't hate you
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
I was packing up my room because I am getting ready for my big move to college life, when I came across an old journal. It was a little gem I left for myself to read; I was a little hesitant to read it, to be honest! The first entry is December 10, 2008. I describe how I am 12 years old girl, who has blondish brownish hair (of course I spelt brown with a d), and who has a good personality. Okay good start, nothing too crazy. I then go on for the next few pages describing my love for the book, wait for it, it’s actually a classic, “Twilight.” Yeah… I didn’t realize how much I loved that book back then. So anyways after I skim past the “Twilight” rants, I discover something that shocked me. It’s a page titled, “My Goals!” Awesome! What can a 12 year old girl possibly have goals for (being in twilight movie maybe?). I wish I could say it was something fun like that. Instead, 12 year old me, wrote
Lose Weight. (of course followed up with…)
Become a teacher.
Talk to Matt (with a line through it! good job little Dottie!)
Get a Job.
Read and see all series of “Twilight.” (nailed it!)
Become a singer.
Become a actor.
Why would a 12 year old have their first goal be to lose weight? I have always had issues with my weight, but reading that goal made me want to hug 12 year old me. I didn’t realize how much my problems with weight affected me until I saw that list. If I could go back and talk to 12 year old me it would go something like this,
“You are beautiful. You’re writing is far past your years. You have great friends who don’t look at your outer beauty but rather who you are on the inside. You are most definitely not fat, and losing weight should be the furthest thing from your mind! Now is the time to discover who you are! Love yourself more because you’re much more than weight.”
I still struggle with my weight, but I refuse to let it defy me. It shouldn’t defy you either. Eat healthier, make smart choices, and never give up. Don’t let yourself hold you back, let alone anyone else.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Larkspur rose with azure head
in that blondish vacancy
by the metro line:
you were a summer.
But now those withered faces
are mute, closed for business,
peacock's burst plumes:
you are a winter.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC
My name is Aura
My classification is **** Sapien
But what am I?
I have reddish-blondish-brownish hair
I have green eyes and precious skin
But what am I?
I like to read
I like to create art
I like to waste time on the internet
But what am I?
I live on planet Earth
at least, that's what I'm told...
But what am I?
I feel a strange serenity when I am in the forest,
listening to the calls of the wild
I can understand them
the trees
the birds
the other creatures living
I am not from here.
I do not belong on such a planet of destruction and chaos
But
this planet also has much beauty
Beauty that I thrive in
I originate from somewhere beautiful
somewhere pure
somewhere untouched by mass technology and war and famine and pain
I originate from somewhere built on Love
Oneness
Beauty
Acceptance
There are others here, that come from the same place i do,
and I think I have found them.
But
What
Am
I
?
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
There's a cat on the coffee table
but my coffee's in my hand.
Why is that?
The coffee in my hand is shaking
while the cat is steady as can be.
I'm wide awake
while the table's peacefully asleep.
Maybe that's why.
There's a dog on the floor
but my feet are on the couch.
Why is that?
The floor never moves
though the couch gets shoved about.
The floor is firm, determined
while the couch is soft and pliant.
Maybe that's why.
My sister's in the kitchen
but I am in the living room.
Why is that?
My sister has purple hair
though mine remains a drab blondish.
My sister's still in middle school (eighth grade)
while high school has taught me harsh realities.
Maybe that's why
the dog follows her
and my cat's asleep on the coffee table.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
father-watching
faraway
triggered sweet by
memory plucked
from twinge of
heart at
husband whiskers
sprinkled in
the sink
father
slow transforming
out of sight
whisker white
a-creep through
long-time
beard of boyish
blondish-brown
sprouting
scraggled out from
ear and nose
and knuckle
round
eyes a-cave
and sunken deep
in shaded-over
cavities
for inward looking
more than
out
with no more
footballs
flung
about
and no more
children yanking
on the waking hours'
daggy trousers
for weeping
over old-time
music secret
in the dark
up with the
birds
down with
the sun
midlife
rush at last
a-hush and
calm in its
surrender
done
bones exposed
of parenthood
held frail a-clung
by gristle grey of
simple habits
coffee thick
and silky
run with
milk
and crispest
crusty bread
torn up
for dipping into
hearty stock
with olives
cheese and
ham on top
a drop
of something
oaky sipped
and languished
a-crawl with
thoughts of
father own
disintegrating
boyhood memories
coddled close
and satiating
with daughter
unbeknownst
father-watching
faraway
© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
You dad used to work with my dad
I remember
You and I used to argue
About who was taller
When our families
Got together for dinner
You were the boy
With the slightly curly blondish hair
We were those friends
Who were friends when they saw each other
But our time together
Was always limited
And we never hung out or talked
When our families didn't arrange to meet
But I remember you well
You probably don't recall this
But you taught me how to tie my shoes
When we were little
Back then
It was okay
To be friends with a guy your age
Without any thought of romance
Having any possibility
Of coming into play
But now
You and I
Are older
The same age
And tonight
And I heard your family
Was coming
So I put on a dress
Even though it was a bit much
For the occasion
I blow dried my hair
And put on my make up
Tried to look pretty for you
Rehearsed smiling
When I opened the door to you
But unfortunately
I opened the door
And only your parents came in
You were busy or something
I don't know
The parents joke
About how they should have told you
That I was going to be there
Good opportunity for you to get a girlfriend
But honestly
That is kind of along the same lines
That I was thinking
I got all dressed up
For nothing
I'm a little disappointed
They talk about you
They say you've grown tall
Stockier than your older brother
I wonder
If your attractive eyes
Have changed at all
I hope not
Your eyes always smiled
Brighter than your mouth
I hope to see you soon sometime
Because I'd like to see
What has become
Of the boy I used to know
Who taught me how to tie my laces
With the smiling eyes
And the slightly curly blondish hair
You might have forgotten me
But I
Remember you
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
Five years ago I fell in love
I met a man with blondish hair,
blue/green eyes
and a smile that could make any human heart race like crazy
I had no idea that man I met would come into my life and stay
Four years ago I fell in love
I developed a crush on the same man I met
but his heart was taken by another woman
I had it set into my mind that because of this
I would never get the chance to be with him
Little did I know that fate had other plans
Three years ago I fell in love
This man and I became the best of friends
We have long conversations about topics most people in the world choose to ignore
We laugh all of the time
and when something good happens in my life
he is the first person I want to tell
Two years ago I fell in love
This man told me a secret
one that would only make me fall for him even more
I found that I could trust him with things
that I never had the courage to share with other people
I started to get to know this man on a deeper level
and I saw a side of him that made me want to do nothing but kiss him
One year ago I fell in love
My feelings for this man were getting stronger
It was to the point I couldn't be in the same room with him
without wanting to pour my heart out to him
My fear of rejection and opening up my heart
after being hurt so many times was beginning to cause conflict
I wanted to take the risk
but I was stuck
Four months ago I fell in love
I couldn't hold back any longer
so I told that man how I felt
When he confessed that he felt the same way
all of the fear I was carrying vanished
I felt free
This morning I fell in love
I am looking at the man I fell in love with five years ago
and it still feels like I am looking at him for the first time
Every minute spent with him is a blessing
Every day I get to kiss him and hug him
is another day I get to spend being grateful that this man
is a man who has chosen to love me
This man broke down all of my walls with a simple "hello"
This very minute I am falling in love
and in a second I will be falling in love all over again
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
I watch her in the corner of my eyes
Often looks can lie
She is beautiful in so many ways
I could get high off her looks for days
She has blondish hair
Looks around the room without a care
I know people stare
They watch me to
There disgusted by what they think I do
They are not right
No conclusions should be drawn from sight
She has short hair
A look of dare
A face that says everything
Her voice is beautiful and rings
She stays there like a stone
Beautiful and alone
I yearn to speak to her
But I don't have the nerve
It's not a good time, nor place
But yet again I look at her face
I would never know what she was like
Again I am just a ****
A crushing hard ******
Nobody ever knows
They are all fantasy
Never reality
I've always made things bad
Made my girl sad
I am done trying
Never knowing what these girls keep seeing
I'm a moody *****
Half the time I want to go die in a ditch
I take pills every night
Drink until I see the morning light
What do they see
All I see is worthless me
Never meant much
My ex said don't talk such
She said I cause the pain
I say I'm just on the verge of going insane
And anyways half the girls I have liked have been straight
In the end I found it to be great
At that I roll my eyes
Every time a bit of me dies
An I love you
Then a babe do you know what I do
The sad truth
It still kills me
And makes me be
The ***** who's moody
Who nobody really sees
I cry at night
Am growing less acquainted with the light.
I am going back to dangerous ways
Cutting my wrists with a blade
Today it bleed all morning
That was fun to hide.
I went in the bathroom to wash it
Watched a girl stare horrified and just shrugged.
Nothing left to loose.
I don't really have anyone except maybe Em and a few others.
Gosh if she knew how much she helps.
I feel like I don't show her enough.
Enough emotion and change.
I know I hurt her.
If she ever reads this I want her to know that no I am not okay.
Yes I look up to you everyday.
You made me out down the knife.
You saved my life.
Multiple times you've showed me light.
You've talked me out of suicide late at night.
That means so much you don't have a clue,
Emily just how much I love you.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
It was a friend's flat which
she had said I could stay in
for the weekend while she
was away in Scotland. Only
don't use my bed for anything;
there is the spare bedroom if
you need or want, she said, giving
me that stare. So, Sophia said in
her broken English, that unusual
she letting you stay while she
away; she know you going to
have a girl here? No, she just
guesses, not knows, I said. You
have other girls here to sleep?
No, no, this is the first time only;
she wanted the flat safeguarded
while she was away. Sophia gazed
at me then looked around the
flat. It look ok, she said, is the bed
good in other room? I guess so,
I said( I'd never slept there before,
only my friend's bed but that's
another story.) My parents worry
if I not home tonight, she said, but
daytime we can be doing things.
Sure, I said.(I'd not sleep there on
my own of course; where's the joy
in that?) Coffee or tea? She looked
at the bed and the furnishing. We
have *** first, coffee after, she said.
No build up; no foreplay; just right
down to it, and she undressed quicker
than I could imagine, and I was just
starting on my socks, and I gazed at
her laying there stark naked, her *****
like small piglets, her blondish *****
welcoming. Don't you want any music?
I said. No music waste of ears, distracts
from business, she said. Ok, so I then
undressed and lay beside her. She then
said, are you sure you not have ***
before? No not here, I said. Where then?
she asked, other room? Sometime ago,
long story. You and your friend? she asked.
Yes, I said. You here now with me and not
worry you? Both of you at once maybe, but
not you alone, I said. She moved to the side
of the bed and sat facing the window. You
still love her and want *** with her? No,
just you and I no one else, I said. She shrugged
her shoulders; her blonde hair was shining
there and I wanted to smooth it down, but
I just lay and stared at her back, imagining
her front. My parents worry if I'm not home
by 10pm, she said. Ok, no problem. So she
climbed back into bed and we went ahead.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC