Poem: Eyebrows

Eyebrows
By:Hunter M.

I position the tweezers,
an imperfection in between.
A stray hair
throwing off the balance.

I squeeze and pull
and then it's gone.
So, I step back and look
at my work of art.

Dark eyebrows
without a hair out of place.
Oops, I stand corrected.
I see a strangler.

And as I go for it,
a thought hits me.
Why do we have eyebrows?
What is their purpose?

Lone strips of hair
upon a bare skinned face.
Just above the eyes
they find their place.

They're random,
yet such a hassle
because when these things aren't perfect
either are you.

Do they collect falling dust
from bothering your eyes?
Do they soak up sweat
as it slips down your face?

Do they cast a unnoticeable shadow
to keep your eyes safe?
Or do they keep the balance
of the heat in your face?

Did God say to himself,
"Let's add a little hair
right there,"
just as a joke?

Did He do it to keep us questioning
if one is willing to question?

Such an insignificant matter
could inspire me to write.

Poem: Impossible

Impossible
By: Hunter M.

His face. So unworldly.
So, so perfect.
No pun intended;
The face of God's finest angel.

High cheek bones,
squared jaw.
The world's best model
would be inevitably jealous.

I see him everywhere.
When I drive,
at school,
at home.

Sometimes, I just stare
at his face and body-
At the thing that reminds me
we can never truly be together.

His wings that fold up in his back.
Their feathers whiter than fresh snow
that shimmer in the golden light
that is ever in his presence.

He knows I see him,
but he never comes to me.
I've reached out before,
and where my fingers would touch his skin- nothing.

He doesn't talk;
just watches me.
And one day, when I said hello,
he waved his hand and smiled.

That's when I knew
that I was utterly in love
with him,
with my guardian angel.

Poem: A Girl

A Girl
By: Hunter M.

There is a girl with mysterious dark eyes
There's a girl who's chocolate orbs never seem to retire
There's a girl with dark curtains around her perfect face
There's a girl with a face as flawless as a sculpted diamond
There's a girl who's face shines brighter than the sun
There's a boy who says he loves her
There's a boy who knows her body better than herself
There's a boy she think she loves
There's the boy who's always been the friend
There's the boy who's never had a chance
There's the boy with wide set eyes, a skinny nose
There's the boy who's always been a little bit smaller than everyone else
There's the heart break
There's a boy she thought she loved walking away
There's the tears
And there's the boy who always holds the bucket
There's the boy who always catches the tears
There's the girl who's shed more tears than a girl should
There's the girl who never learns
There's the boy that stays by her side
There's the boy that loves her
There's the coughs
There's the aches
There's the piercing pain
And there's the sterile hospital room
There's the news
There's loss of hope
There's the boy that wears the bandana
There's the boy that doesn't want her to know
There's the girl who knows
There's the girl who cries
There's the girl who is torn apart again
There's the death bed
There's more tears
There's last goodbyes
There's one last thing to say
There's no more time
There's the boy that died
And there's the girl that loved him.