"hazle" poems
I think it's my eyes.
The glowing hazle stare
blankly piercing through
whatever bubbles you've shielded
yourself with.
Arms crossed means you're defensive,
raised tone towards the end of a sentence
means you're lying
but when your lips scrunch together
you're holding back something.
Maybe it's
my thought process.
One second
I'm talking about polar bears
celebrating birthdays with ******* and hexagrams
when I shift
to a rant about my self empowerment
through meditation and how astral travel
might be real.
Perhaps I'm too comfortable
with myself for you to handle.
I don't give a **** how tangled my hair is
or what weird religious doctrines you follow.
Let's have a conversation,
not an unruly **** measuring contest.
I truly love you,
and all my mild frustration
and slight agitation is radiating
from a place in my heart
that tells me I want you to succeed the most.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
Your eyes remind me, anywhere from a dark roast coffee so scalding hot you feel the burn before making contact; To
The sweet harmonic wave of the tallest sweet grass.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Only when the rain is as
Sharp as a torrent of Central Park ice
(Y'know, where the ducks are!)
Would I blink,
Not willing for anything
In the world
To miss the joyous songs of a
Still sunny carousel—
Chorus of 10 year old laughter, falling
Much like light spring rains
(Though none befalls me here)
Trickling down my face
Like a second baptism.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
You took my heart right from the start standing inside Harveys as you where bagging the groceries next to us an you looked up into my eyes an then I heard your voice for the very first time you told me I could have your number if I wanted it an I thought I was going to faint the guy with the beautiful hazle brown eyes was talking to me my dad didn't like you because you where 17 an I was only 15 but my heart was still yours an I didn't care...so I went behind his back an kept you close closer than I ever kept someone before and we talked the more we talked the harder I fell....when your hand was in mine no other place I would rather be to bad your a lier and you did exactly what you said you wouldn't i told you I was broken an that if you where going to leave just like everyone else please don't make me fall you told me you where different an that you where not like them you lied your mom caught us talking ***** an she hated me but it was all your fault I never thought like that till I met you till you showed me the new world of life an love I didn't care that she told me to stay away an neither did you still you kept me hanging on just to break me more......you told me wait till I was 16 an you where 18 the days we still talked as if I was yours an you where mine then you turned 18....and you where still mine then the days that followed to me turning 16 two weeks before the day you told me we couldn't be because you had feelings for another.....now your with her an its hurting me....she use to be my friend now she is nothing more than dust in the wind....and you colby.....your the guy that I thought was my prince your the guy that I love your the guy that made all these promises you couldn't keep your the guy that means everything to me your the guy that I mean nothing to your the guy I wish I could get back your the guy I still see when I close my eyes your the guy I want but I know I'll never have again....I don't know why I love you so much but I do.....an I always will till the day I die...but you don't feel the same so I'll say good night
I love you Colby I really do I hope someday you find what your looking for I'm sorry I wasn't her......I wish I hope I thought I wanted to be her an would have done anything to be her to make you happy to be that person......
I....I...I love you
I'm sorry
Goodbye heart
Goodbye smile
Goodbye happiness
You stole it away as soon as you gave it to me
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
I'm in love
With a girl
With bright green eyes
She is bare faced and beautiful
Messy haired
Dressed up as who knows what
Flushed cheeks laughing at someone's dumb joke
And I am reeling
I am in love
With the one
With big hazle eyes
In a beanie
In a bit of eye liner and beautiful
They are looking off to the side
For a friend maybe
And I am looking for them
In the background of photographs I never asked them to join even though they were right there
I am in love
With a broken spirit
And it's too late to invite them into the picture
I am in love
With their slightly shifting eye colour that was "legally hazle"
I am in love
With never knowing exactly who they where and why'd they need a lable anyway
I am in love
And they and are far to gone for that to matter
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
Ud. con su arte y yo con mí arte así que no se apene que aquí escojo el mejor. Ojalá tengan patas de perro porque perro que no sale no encuentra hueso que roer. Y si sufres por cualquier razón.....al mal que no tiene cura hazle la cara dura. Y por fin acá nadie le va decir que deje de mamar gallo, bien pueda que yo no les fallo.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC