"chesnut" poems
I don’t know the etiquette
of how eyes meet or for the first time
if they sparkle especially or
if I wore glasses the first time we met
I know I saw you with my intrinsic
looking as if I could pierce
your inner beauty, nor am I biased
I don’t know the business of eyes
beauty has been so over-rated
for so long, thanks to an evolution
but I know the last time
I look inside my heart, you’ll be there
with Asian eyes as deep as
India, China, Japan, Korea
so distinct like laughter of another culture
i don’t know the etiquette of eyes
but mine are drunk brown
not twin-cold blue or milk of salt
but chesnut-star, desire with the tip
of reaching across the universe.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
My sister,
will never give life
to another.
Never give life
to a soul
that'd be a part of her
but not truly her own.
Never attempt
to break away
from bonds,
from the young ones
that cling to her
like rain on stone.
Until the last bell
shouts to signify
going home.
I won't,
ever relish in laughter
of chesnut locks
and curls
that aren't my own.
My brother in-law,
will never say
oh that's mine,
when asked,
"which one is yours?"
Nor call someone, my boy
or say, that's my girl.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
mother took me to church at eleven
and as i sat in their electric chair
they told me that i’d never see heaven
told them it was the girl with chesnut hair
father found me in the parade one day
as i clung to a girl that spoke of tulips
he told me no child of his would be gay
i sobbed til she covered my lips
but today i donned my badges with pride
as i wandered around wedding fairs
as i know that someday i’ll have my bride
and love wont just be full of scares
i watched women fight for our own rights
the rights let me celebrate my love
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
Tonight i look deep into your eyes.
And i can see through you.
I see your heart beating at the same speed my heart is.
I breathe your scent deep preserve the moment in my memory.
One hundred years from now, i will be seeing you again.
With no wrinkles and white hairs, nor any signs of aging.
You will still be as beautiful as you are now in my arms.
With your golden chesnut-coloured lipstick and your high heels.
And we will still be sharing the same sweet and strong passion.
As we lay us down on earth, with a blanket of blue sky and starry night covering us, protecting us from the cold.
One hundred years from now i will still enjoy kissing you in front of our house so everyone walking by can see us...
Like we always do now...
One hundred years from now...
I will always turn to you each time you reach out to hold me...
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
rims of golden curls
hover above your head
while chesnut spaghetti strands
coat mine instead
underwater your eyes are crystalline
like a true blue green i've never seen
but mine fade from brown to black
never once emitting a gleam
your shirts smell like fabric softener and cigarettes
which i often smell outside
and everything we've ever done
crashes into my mind like a riptide
do you see what i see when i look at you?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
As the doors opened,
a beautiful bride I found.
With a pure white gown,
matched with a pastel,
well-arranged flowers, and
a colored hair, chesnut brown.
It was her. The woman I love.
The woman who made me feel
good, and told me that I'm the best.
She is now walking down
the aisle, slowly taking steps
with her father in a celebration
that everyone had gathered.
You can see in her shining
blue eyes the pure love and
happiness she felt.
She made it. She is now in my
front, wearing the best smile
she could ever give.
And there, the moment that
I've been waiting for, the
moment that everyone is
excited for.
I thought I can say,
"I do, Father"
But I was wrong;
Because the right thing
that I should say is,
"You may now kiss the bride".
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
"I don't tend to use the phrase 'in love'" he said.
I sighed.
"Well, I do." I said sadly. "I'm not anymore, but I was. I really, really was."
He was silent.
"It's so weird to see all this." I gestured to the slideshow of pictures on the screen in front of me.
"This was all only a year ago, and my life is so different now. I thought that this-" I pointed to a picture of myself sitting very close to a chesnut haired boy "- would last forever."
More silence.
"I wonder if he thinks about this. I do. A lot. I don't think I have feelings for him anymore but I still always think about this. We were together from what. . . September 23rd-"
"That's oddly specific."
"To New Year's exactly. And I was still in love with him for four months after that."
"I don't tend to use the phrase 'in love'" he said.
I sighed.
"Well, I do." I said sadly.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
Spring breeze
bombarded with
countless melodies
and sweet memories
Summer haze
dissipated with your
loving gaze
and everlasing days
Autumn air
the wind blows your
chesnut hair
and your last care
Winter cold
your smile,
brighter than gold
and it never gets old
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC