My battle

I fight a battle everyday
From morning to night 
Awake or asleep

What is my battle?
My battle is...

Not to pick up that razor blade 
To not picking up a belt
Or some rope
To avoid high places 

I've been fighting for a very long time
Many times the fight was almost lost 
But I'm still here
Still fighting.

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Battle of the Minds

The battle of the minds,

Led to the agonising separation,

As if someone hit with an axe,

Dividing our cohesive souls into two!


It was not as the Kurukshetra War,

Of the Mahabharata!

I won or you, I do not even care!

Perhaps both of us lost and suffered stigmata!


It was not the scuffle of the hearts,


But it did cut the hearts into several parts! 

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The dream

Always the same dream 

A sun covered in blood 

Over a field of grey

Lifeless thousands 

Innocents where Death took them

Now waiting for judgement

Waiting to judge

Blackness with a red star

Shining down on the aftermath 

Death has a large appetite 

Its jaws bite down on all

Gnawing on their inanimate bodies

The dying are crying out against it

But their life is but a candle in a breeze

Soon to extinguish

They were but innocents 

Caught in the crossfire

But not I

Too long have I fought this war

Come Hades, come quickly old friend

My time is near 

And I am tired

Take me

Depression's Defeat

Soul Poetry


Its such a deep, murky pit,

that drags you on under,

From the sobbed teary rains,

and your own personal thunder.


I cling desperate, to the walls,

in my life's effort to get out

Fingernails digging in,

I climb the only known route.


Escape is most essential,

for this aching, inner struggle,

As both the depression,

and the sanity, I juggle.


Brought about by pains,

of both my body and mind-

Some the result of abuses,

others have mentally assigned.


But never will I break,

and never fully, will I fall.

As always before, I'll come back,

-much stronger then them all.


For up at the perimeter's lip,

God's Hand extends outward, to me.

And His Amzing Grace, like always,

Lifts me up...and sets me free.


*Once Again I'm In A Losing Battle*



 Trisha Barrek Hopkins


Once again I'm in a losing battle

Lost with no place to hide

As I walk I feel my bones rattle

Once again my heart has died

These thoughts to stop I've tried


Day and night I just go on crying

I have no more strength

Just let me go on dying

Once again to myself I fight

To myself I keep lying

This battle of mine is so long in length


Truth is no one is out there 

Who will for me go that extra mile

No one for me to care

I just want this frown to go away

So I can smile 

But nothing nice people can say


To show I mean something

To let me know they hear

But It's just games they play

Being alone is my biggest fear

Hurt is what I feel everyday


God is so unfair

What is left is hatered

To my heart you bring

A lasting tear


No one with me 

Wants to forever be by my side

No one wants to stay

When they see me they turn around to hide

With me they don't want to be 


I must remain alone

Till my dying day

And my heart

It turned back to stone

No more do I care

What people have to say

Because getting close to me will anyone dare





Perverse & Bazaar
My poetical rhetoric is 
like a metaphorical etiquette..
My common wealth 
is like Edison, 
with rhymes cut thick
just like beef Wellington.

A skeleton? 
Looks like I'm under your skin.
but I'm laughin, not half assin'
sassin' back with grin.
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Batonette's Dragon

Everything was black and white,

And shades of grey.

All forms faded away.

It was impossible to see.

Batonettes was lost in this striped fog.

She felt movement.

There was a Dragon!

Right upon her!

Its scales blended perfectly with the fog.

It was right upon her.

She braced herself.

Threw a punch,

Right where she felt its breath.

She felt her hand hit solid.

A loud thud came in front of her.

Her hand was throbbing.

She was sure she broke something. 

She hoped the Dragon was broken too.


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The Battle

Am i leaning?

This weight on my shoulders....

It is too much to bear.

Am I losing?

This aching battle, It's getting the best of me. 

Am I hurt?

It's hard to tell,

If I'm even okay anymore.

Is it too much to ask?

Ask you to save me.

To lift this burden.

World, I am tired.

Of this black and blue mentality.

fighting, lusting, chaos

Everyday I wake up.

Wake up hoping



To sit up straight.

Do not feel sorrow,

Just help me.

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Flying Free

I woke up at 12 this morning -

To the sound of Uruguayan bells ringing,

Harmlessly to the sound of sanity.

That ovulating smell,

Surfaced the room, cruising

Like a careless dream.

Into the crack den, those krooked curses live.

Surfacing like snakes, tormenting us

With their poisoned apples.

“Go on, take a bite,”

“It won’t hurt you.”

Expand your mind, thats what they say.

Learn and expand. Sitting there on their thrones,

Like courted angels, fallen from the depths of heaven,

To play persecutor to us. The free.





           fffffffffff Expand.

fdddddddddddddd Divide.

“Go on, take a bite,”

“It won’t hurt you.”

I used to think racism was racist,

But it’s not. It’s just a word,

Like and, or if, or but,

Or fuck.

They’re all just words really.

Harmless little words.


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