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
Dirty Laundry by Hazel Salazar
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.
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
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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