Dirty Laundry by Hazel Salazar

This is my Dirty Laundry.
I'm airing it out.
Sorry, But I do kiss and tell.
It's in the form of a dirty rhyme, a blog, picture, or story.
Isn't honesty simply lovely?

I like boys and girls. I guess you could call me greedy.

All of these Rhymes and Pictures are mine, unless stated.


18+ Only please. I'm not changing any diapers.

You’re a suffix to a prefix
A means to an end
Five to a six
You break not bend
I’m on my mind
Not you, my friend
Because the moment you stepped out
I found myself again

I am finally in works to reformatting this page!!!

I am going through all of my rhymes and putting them into chapters.  This way they will be put into genres.  You can read straight filth, sensual poems, and all of my relationship laundry.  It will make it easier for your to navigate through.  It’s a lot of poetry to get through. Sorry that I haven’t done this sooner. <3

I’m at a new high

Yet maintaining this low

Fighting like a salmon

Swimming against the rush of the flow

Keeping my character alive

So no body knows

That my heart has been torn apart

Now blacker than the crow

My ethnicity is a mystery
You say two red lips kissin me
Long dark hair
A cat eye stare
And a smile that’s ever so glistening

A loving and selfless relationship
Such an impossible crippling concept
This will cause your ultimate tumble
Fear is the foot as you take your step
For limiting your growth because
The idea is so suffocatingly uneasy
Will fan the fire of your life’s decline
Your run from love is the god that yields the breezes

Lips are pursed 

Inviting the curse

Eyes are narrow

Then follows cupid’s arrow

Finished

through

goodbye x2

I ask myself

“What’s an eagle to a sparrow?”

When you love yourself above all, you aren’t really loving yourself. The love of one’s self doesn’t allow the love you have for others to come into true fruition.

To really love yourself is to love others above one’s self. 

One, Four, Three Letter Words

I haven’t heard you say I love you in awhile, only I love you too

It was nice to read, it’s sweeter when heard, but when read is quite nice too

To have your feelings brought to life with those one, four, three letter words

Has made your alphabet choke and sweat, and turned that word into a verb

So link the fence with tenderness, and we will surely solder this bond

With that feeling and sentence I’m at my best, like the wave of a magic wand 

Glowing but Dimmer

Skin between skin, I cry out, the lights only a glimmer

It’s a sound you’ve drowned out, glowing but dimmer

You’ve always wanted the perfect love, well love I’ve been her

Still not satisfied, why have breakfast, when you have dinner?

You used to love to roll around the mounds on my chest

Candied lips of revelry, your description at best

Youth is ever tempting, a satire filled test

Brisk upon my face, your love for me—-A lost interest 

My Melting Bones

What exactly are we all running from

We leap into faith, yet hide from the sun

We dazedly gaze into the abyss for someone

A magical embrace, but the journey has just begun

We could abandon previous thoughts, stop counting our days

But it seems as if you’re stuck in your juvenile ways

Maybe I’m being judgmental, not collecting your disarray

But if it wasn’t for this inception, there would be no bed to lay

How would you feel as if to me you’re just a lash upon my nose

My what a broken feeling your little heart would so impose

You could exhort your stubbornness by the mind that you keep closed

Sharply running your nail across the crease, as you create the binding fold

Sealing a fate that seems to follow the throwing of the stone

Is trapped between two syllables, as you read my breaking tone

See the words curling from my lips that you are now alone

Would be a travesty that would capture me, and shatter my melting bones

You’re selfish and it troubles me how quick you answer your own call

When this risk that you are taking is the brick that builds this wall

But the future is not certain, merely gazed upon like a crystal ball

So silly for us to be welcoming the anticipated breaking fall

Molasses

Ashes to ashes, Blunt hits and molasses

Sweet as sugar cane, but still high off our asses

Always a good kid, I never skipped classes

Have always loved the lads, and loved on the lasses

An Orchard of Dust

you do this to me, the way you make my heart melt

its like I’ve never seen this path, it’s like I’ve never felt

its hard to breath in without the pressure of you

and to open my eyes without my tears as glue

keeping them closed seems to make more sense than open

I know it’s wrong this beaten path, the one that I’ve chosen

you’re a dreamy night to me in an orchard of dust

maybe I’m crazy, and this is all just lust

I’ll leap up, grab that dust fruit from your tree

you’ll smile at her, and completely forget about me

the bark from the tree will snag my heart

I’ll mend it slowly, as you tear it apart

I know those days we spent were more special to me

because I am a girl, and we cherish those simplicities

just promise you’ll think of touching my soft skin

you’ll remember the feeling of our perfect little sin

wake up just once, and have me on your mind

would it hurt you to embrace it, would it be such a crime

I can’t guarantee another breath will escape from my lips

I can’t tell you how I really feel, it’s too explicit

but I’ll drift off to that dreamy place where those days stand in time

I’ll breeze away so far, I’ll be silent to your chime

you’ll contact me some day, my heart will race

unfortunately this is not right, so your memory I’ll erase

I’ll move on silently, just dissolve from your life

you’ll miss me someday, and that will be alright

Just because you excel in a certain area in life doesn’t give you the right to so closely critique the people who haven’t.

Red

I couldn’t put two words together to form a rhyme

I stare blankly at a page and waste my precious time

It’s so hard to fight for something that was never mine

Though I had the sight, I still chose to stay blind

You don’t move mountains or swim oceans to save me

You chose your own path, so important to remain free

Free has a price and that’s life with out me 

But you choose independence and let me bleed

It’s pounding at you, and now it’s rushing to the surface

To turn a vibrant red, a sign of your insurgence 

You act if this is silly and not urgent

But you’d be in a rush if you were the one hurting

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4 months ago