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UNTITLED
KristinRay

I sit at home
I sit and cry,
I look in the mirror
and wonder why?

My hair is short
my hair is thin,
why can't I stop?
when will this end?

I want to stop
I really do,
but I have to pull
a hair or two!

I wear a hat
almost everyday,
it seems it is
the only way.

I stay at home
almost everynight,
to keep my problem
out of sight.

No one knows
the way I feel,
my fears and emotions
are all so real!

My parents are no help
but more of a bother,
they just don't get it
especially my father!

My friends are clueless
of my pain and strife,
which causes me
to live a screwed up life.

Trichotillomania
is what I have,
it's made me miserable
it's made me sad.

I hope to be cured
somehow-someway,
maybe not tomorrow
but hopefully someday!

 

THE HAIR GEL O' HELL
by Crawwe

In Hell my hair is really dull.
Solution? Blood and a powdered skull.
It's the hair gel o' Hell.
In Hell my hair is really dry.
Solution? Satan's laugh, and a sinner's eye.
It's the hair gel o' Hell.
In Hell my ends are really split.

Solution? Liquid fear and a demon's spit.
It's the hair gel o' Hell.
The sulfur makes my hair small bad.
Solution? Nothing! That makes me mad.
So where's the shampoo of Hell when you need it?




THE WORLD HAS BROWN HAIR

As the sun slips into your hair, dawn comes,
Moving across the darkened world.
As the clouds flit over your face, rain drums,
And stem and blossom are unfurled.
The seasons turn with the hot and cold of you,
And with them the wax and wane of life.
The ages pass with the young and old of you,
You are my world, O cherished wife.

Woman Combing her Hair(1892): Henri Edmond Cross


IN THE HAIR OF MY SLEEPING HEAD

Last night as I fell from my bed to the ocean floor.
A dove, that filled my eyes like the setting sun,
nested in the hair of my sleeping head.
With every breathI longed to embrace the beauty I had seen
but this love knew no measure and I spiraled ever downward into the dream.
Only now do I recall the bed in which I truly sleep
and the dove that is forever home there, in the hair of my sleeping head.

Woman with Yellow hair(1931): Pablo Ruiz Picasso


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