About HazelsHeaven


I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

-Khalil Gibran

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20 Jun 2021 06:39
Watching Movies.
Listening to music.
Talking to people.
Learning new things.
Taking life by surprise.
Favorite Books:
Pride and Prejudice
Veronika Decides to Die
Tuesdays with Morrie
The Prophet
Favorite Authors:
Jane Austen
Paulo Coelho
Mitch Albom
Khalil Gibran
Bo Sanchez
Bob Ong


Date Joined:
03 Jan 2016
Last Visit:
22 May 2020
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I drifted to sleep and into a familiar dream. I saw you holding a glass of wine and smiling at a beautiful woman. She was dressed simply yet she was breathtaking. Her eyes were vibrant and honest; her smiles were pure and genuine. She laughed with so much glee, talked with little inhibitions. She looked content and free. She was me. I woke up with a start. I stared at the mirror, at...

Added 31 Mar 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,050 | 10 Comments


He took a swig of the whiskey, hoping to dull the ache inside. The illusion that he moved on shattered, demolishing all pretenses he built over time. Like an avalanche, her memories flooded his mind and senses with a vengeance that could destroy his sanity. He felt her alive once again, remembering even the taste of her kisses and the throbbing of old wounds she caused. She was his...

Added 15 Mar 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 775 | 8 Comments

Message in A Bottle

Being a kid, no one minds him as he collects wine bottles around the neighborhood. Every night, he carefully takes out a piece of paper and scribbles anything that comes to his mind. Sometimes a rhyme he learned from school. Sometimes a drawing. Most of the time, little stories his mom reads to him at night. At dusk each day, he runs to the shore and places the bottle on the hollow of a...

Added 24 Feb 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 947 | 12 Comments


The leprechaun sat by the tree in complete dismay, chained and cursed by his people. In their coming of age, leprechauns prove their worth to their kind by transforming stone into gold through mere touch. Each one is capable of doing it,  but the degree of purity varies. Those with purer feelings make the purest of gold. “I felt your touch, but your feelings are too strong and pure for...

Added 22 Feb 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 532 | 8 Comments

The River

My grandma and I sat on the bench, watching the river. I was eight, and she was almost eighty. “You see how still the river is, love?” she asked as she drew me close to her. “The deeper the river, the stiller it becomes.” I nodded. “Be like this river as you grow up. So deep, they will wonder and be drawn towards you. So still, you reflect all the beauty around you. So strong, you can...

Added 20 Feb 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 884 | 12 Comments

Cosmic Man

Have you ever met the man Born with a universe deep within. A home to stars and galaxies Wrapped in human skin. He can be still and quiet A space devoid of noise Reminding you that silence Is still eternity’s voice. When he does talk, it seems As if time chooses to pause, Basking in his brilliance, Before it chimes an applause. He loves with the passion, Of a million suns colliding. And...

Added 11 Feb 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 762 | 11 Comments

Poetry's Price

There is magic in her words, That puts you in a trance. Her poetry is music, That begs your soul to dance. She paints a kind of beauty, That also crushes the heart. Like millions of stars falling, Before it tears the world apart. Her fears, joys, and sorrows, Her hushed whispers in the dark, Leave you utterly breathless As they singe and leave a mark. I asked how she did it, And I ended...

Added 13 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,534 | 13 Comments

Colors and Hues

A pink blush tinged her cheeks, That moment he smiled at her. And how she flushed so red, When he offered a flower. She glowed more than the sapphire, On her finger, he bestowed. With promises of forever, Of together, growing old. She was a beauty in white, As she walked down the aisle. Her head on clouds and rainbows, Hoping time would stop awhile. Yet shadows lurked and...

Added 11 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,039 | 13 Comments


You were a hurricane draped in lightning and walking on fire. An unstoppable force, a serious threat, yet also a mesmerizing sight. My heart clenched painfully, in fright and in awe. My instincts screamed to stay away yet I found myself inching closer. As the winds tore down the trees, I remembered the time you said my name. As mountains burned, I remembered your kisses. I heard thunder in...

Added 06 Jul 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,438 | 11 Comments

Her Name

Hate with a hint of longing. Scorn with a tinge of craving. Disdain with shades of desire. Loathing laced with fire. A curse yet almost a prayer. A scream and a whisper. A war-cry and a lullaby. Your truth and your lie. As your lips curl in a slur, Your eyes, they remember. For every shame in her name, I wish mine carries the same....

Added 30 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 968 | 7 Comments

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