She spoke to me without a voice
and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul
laughing all the way to the screaming end
across a battlefield left in ruin by her passing
This hallowed land, made sacred by her memory
where corrupted souls pass the time away—
waiting legions desperate for judgement day
trying to remember the sky as it once ruled over them
Here I am among their number
or maybe I’m commander of the dead forces
Maybe they look to me for guidance I cannot give
as I stare away into melting time
too busy trying to remember the color of her eyes
in that moment when she called the world to her side
and commanded it in all her glory
to crumble and fall away to dust
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When did you realize that writing was what you truly wanted to do? (If it is what you want to do.)
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The Light is On 
24 responses to “They Might Have Been Hazel”
This is amazing!!!
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it (:
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I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. It’s tough to make a decision when you have multiple talents. So I do both writing and music, sort of waiting to see which pursuit bears fruit first. I hope my ship comes in someday soon. Maybe I need to be more aggressive with my writing option. Do more than just blogging.
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I’m certain your ship will come in soon! And from what I’ve read of your blog you deserve it for sure. I’ve always had a huge amount of respect for those who pursue musical careers. It sounds daunting!
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August 2019.
Beautiful writing.
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Thank you, Antony (:
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I was in 5th grade when I realized writing was a love of mine. Perhaps younger. I have always leaned toward the creative. 🙂 I love your words, I can feel many things when I read through them. 🙂
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Thanks so much! Glad to know you connected (: It’s interesting how those leanings can become so apparent early on in life.
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When I was in Junior High (which is grades 7,8 & 9 before you move to High School here), I spent all my time in the school library, every spare moment and plus after school until they kicked me out. I loved books, and writing and dreamed that I would one day be famous author. I loved writing short stories and I did my own illustrations. I loved that I could make my own world and decide what happened. I was in love with the world I created and over the course of about 5 years I realized that this was how I had created a world that I didn’t have to just survive in, but I could thrive. Writing still does this for me but with such a busy life I have it on hold 🙂
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That’s a beautiful story! Discovering that ability to create whole worlds, entire universes… there’s nothing else like it!
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Okay, I’m just gonna say this, and crawl back to my humble little blog…if you don’t win a Pulitzer for poetry, and aren’t named Poet Laureate (both of which I dreamed as a teen), there’s something seriously wrong in the arts world… I salute you, again, as always.
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Thank you Rhen (: your continued support really means a lot to me! Either of those things ever happening would be so surreal that I can’t even really imagine it…
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Keep the dream alive.
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I really like reading it
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Thanks! (:
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My mum and dad introduced me to stories and poetry
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Your poem is lovely
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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This is so well written! It is amazing!
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Thank you so much! (:
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I think I always knew. I use to skip school to read and I wrote my first poem in second grade while riding in the back seat of grandparent’s car. That said some day I hope to make it my primary profession.
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Awesome! Do you still remember what they first poem was??
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Yes it was called “The Lights Of Fall”. I think I still have it somewhere in the midst of my grandparents things.
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As a woman with hazel eyes, and a lover of great writing, I am indebted to you!
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