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Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

Ashes

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

witchy woman

Ashes

You are so much to lose;
and for how I've gained
I'll accept all your burdens,
sorrow and pain;
but is it worth it for you?
with all my mistakes
I know they've caused you

melancholy and disdain.

It's mid-December,

but it feels like spring
such as the world, we are an
odd, complicated thing.

I just can't see you seeping
anything useful from me.
I am the raging forest fire that

mercilessly swept across the trees.

Lovely,

I don't mean to burn you,
I simply try to breathe

I can't help that it's within my nature
to destroy everything I meet

in time
with a heavy laden heart
my love

you'll fall to ashes at my feet.

I don't know what's wrong with me... I don't know what I do wrong... Maybe that's what's wrong with me?

#self #depression #hate #***** #selfish #little #loathing #narcissist

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

typewriter

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

topacio

typewriter

my fingers have become bored with
the quicksand of routine
they prefer to dance erotically over my typewriter
frolicking like naked ballerinas
over an ancient stage
spilling their secret thoughts
onto blank page,
after their day job
threaded together
over my lap,
or bending over to
reveal the contents
of my burlap sack

they have taken instead
to jumping over cracks
in the nothing of night
stifling the sound of silence
with assortments of clicks and clacks
punching in the perfect pitch of keys
to leave Beethoven blind
from this symphony of notes combined

and just like that at last
they have unfolded some rhyme
unachievable with ink and pencil,
without the stencil of time
dictating to work inside the lines

#paint #thoughts #fingers #secrets #beethoven #typewriter #ballerinas #typewriters

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

She Is

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

Brandi R Lowry

She Is

She weeps not for the shore
As distance creates a shadow
She embraces the current
Becoming the wave
And gently pushes her sea home

She chases not the sun
As the day is put to rest
She is the moonlight
That cradles the stars
Tightly to her *******

She yearns not
Her pain-streaked tears
That fall below her feet
She is the soil beneath her toes
Her pain now colors the tree

She worries not
The flowers' bloom
Or the leaves that fall like rain
She is the wind
That will kiss the ground
And sweep it all away

#life #tears #rain #change #earth #reflection #ocean #tide #overcome #moods

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

The Dusky River

Dec 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Dusky River

Unburdens the dusky river

dreams of flow dead in the bog of hyacinth
harvest burnt in the scorch of aridity
ripples robbed by the silt of dogma
sunbeam denied by the **** of creed

I was meant to reach the sea,
now I would never make it.

I pick the river's shattered pieces
with my own from the wintry dusk.

Nov 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

The Identity Theft

Nov 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

Asim Javid

The Identity Theft

I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

We Muslims condemn the Paris attack.

#muslims #prayforparis

Nov 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

Sorry, we're CLOSED

Nov 2015 Suzy Hazelwood

Jai Rho

Sorry, we're CLOSED

The vintage patina
of green verdigris
melts from her eyes

and turns to brown
as salty tears are shed
like streaks of rain
from darkened skies

No room here for
the tired
the poor
the huddled masses

yearning to breathe free

as bricks build walls
to shut out refugees
and armor borders
that extinguish

what once was
liberty