CV Apr 2014

A new start,
something fresh.
Friends look at you
with wide eyes
erasing all the previous
times you had met
with this new time,
all from something simple.
Something fresh.
A haircut.
Although going from
long flowing wavy
strawberry blond hair
to dark pixie short
brunette colored hair
is quite the difference...
but it's something fresh.
Something new.
Something great.
Exhilarating.
Exciting.
Wonderful.

I recently got a dramatic haircut and I absolutely love it. Thought I'd share my thoughts about it here.
Paul May 2014

a few nights ago i saw a man
younger
taller -
and wealthier probably -
than me on tv
being an expert
on
something.
on what it doesn't matter -
in the same way it doesn't matter on what
miss world expounds.
her beauty,
her white teeth
tiara
sash
and the gap
between her thighs
do the talking.
same way -
here was this guy:
tall
handsome
and of
bafflingly eligible
celebrity tinged
expertise
speaking
about
something.

i envied him nothing
but
one
thing.
his hair.
it was dark brown and straight.
mine's curly
and black.
i wear it short
so nobody knows.
(it's just a thing.
shallow, i know).

the next morning,
i'm sitting in the barber's chair
telling the barber about this guy's hair
and how i wished i had it.
the barber's been cutting my hair for years now.
his name's tony
and he's a really sweet old guy,
who never speaks much,
never tries to impress
but he's wise.
like a lot of humble
older
people
can be.
and, so, he's snipping away
and i'm thinking my thoughts,
he's thinking his,
and we're just enjoying the quiet
as two men in agreement can
snip,
snip,
the late afternoon sunlight streaming in,
quiet street outside
and i'm looking at myself
thinking about this guy on tv
and tony says,
almost like he's talking
to his own scissors,
"you don't get everything.
but you work with what you get"

and i think to myself
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean, tony, you old asshole?"
and he continues on, unspeaking,
peaceful as a shepherd,
going serenely about his work,
snip snipping
as parts of me fall to the floor.
and every line in his beautiful old face is saying
"i might be old
but at least i'm not young".

it would be fun, just one night, to share the company of a woman to whom you could say without irony "god, i love your sash"
ajit peter Mar 2014

Haircut
Strands of hair unruly way
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Scrolling through the models on book
pictures in mind to decide the look
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Through the times in a different way
young ones cry of the barbers scissor
A grim look of teen in the mirror
every hair cut in the heart a terror
Good or bad an haircut is an adventure
pety

thinking of this in a saloon
winter Jan 2014

I got a haircut you would hate

My eyes framed now by only the dark circles under my eyes

This loss of sleep is worth it

I’m finding myself without you

And I am in love with the person I see

Andrew Johnson Jan 2014

I got a haircut a couple months ago
Just after I had the worst possible month of my life
And I guess it was almost symbolic
Because I was cutting ties and knots in my hair with what I had been killing myself over for the past year.

Mike Essig Apr 2015

Got it buzzed
back to GI days.

A quarter inch
all over, I said
to the dubious barber.

It took some
getting used to
when passing
mirrors.

But now I love it!

I call it
my Monk's haircut.

No maintenance.

Wake up, perfect;
Swim, perfect;
Stroll about
in hurricane,
perfect.

Now I love
to feel
the wind
in my hair
that is
no longer
there.
   ~mce

Grew a beard, too. You wouldn't want to take me home to meet Mom. :)
Something Quiet Sep 2015

My friend cut his hair.
Many weeks ago.
His hair was long,
But now it's short,
Much shorter than before.

My friend cut his hair.
It's softer to the touch.
I pat his head,
A gentle tap,
He didn't like it much.

My friend cut his hair.
It used to hide his eyes.
I see them both,
Like pretty jewels,
No longer in disguise.

My friend cut his hair.
It makes him different now.
His eyes light up,
His smiles are warm,
As warm as he'll allow.

A friend of mine used to have long, shoulder-length wavy hair and he got a haircut just before the summer holidays. I saw his new, much-shorter haircut in person a few days ago, and the change was so great I couldn't help making a tribute to it. A transition like that can really change a person.
PenNameBree-Z May 2013

I remember when I cut my hair
Because you preferred it short
Now you're gone
And I'm sitting here
Wishing it was long again.

Leah Melton Apr 2014

i had another dream about you and

i miss our nothing

you called me at 7am
and i still don't know why

~i tried too hard~

The New Kestrel Sep 2013

"A new person.
And she used to be
Me.

But...
Her hair is shorter..."


I've always wanted to be different.
I got sick of being compared to
Other girls that all acted and looked the same.

I CRAVED being different.
I craved being the weird one.
I craved doing something unexpected.

Because the world needs a splash of color.

And with that splash,
A ripple effect will come.


It's been my dream to influence others to be themselves,
To be different.

And this is my chance.
At least...

For now.

Harsh Nov 2012

The kitchen scissors met my hair,
before the bathroom mirror.
I had run out of cigarettes.
He didn't text back.

This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 01/11/2011]

A Robin laid an egg in our backyard.
We can hatch it; we just have to keep it warm.
Your hair dangles on your shoulders when you run
so you should cut it, or stop running,
or stop running from the storm.
In the Bible, there’s a story about some people
who never knew they weren't living right.
Let’s break the chains we made together,
run into the weather; let the lightning
be our lava lamp tonight.

JR Rhine Jan 2016

Just a little off the top.
Drawin' a dotted line
'round the skull
takin' your shears
just above the ear.

Cuttin' a close crop.
Burrowin' into the skin this time
'round the skull
now your clippers
smilin' so chipper.

Leavin' a head clean smooth.
Whistlin' at a near-finished work
'round the skull
peelin' back the skin
bravin' a peek within.

Grabbin' that comb with its fine tooth.
Unfurlin' that pink mass of quirk
'round the skull
eyein' where tendrils append
trimmin' the dead ends.

Insanity/conformity. Memories of old barbers cuttin em all high and tight existing among memories I wish they'd trim off.
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