The Prince of Darkness Faces His Executioner

Are you ready for it?

I shouldn’t have to ask you that question after all that you have done.

It would’ve been rude of me not to give you a heads-up like this.

Your reign of terror is steps closer to its endgame.

If I do not draw my sword and face the ghosts of my past, checkmate is guaranteed.

I did something bad long ago, but can you blame me?

I’m just a human being that made a mistake because I was not in the right mind.

Anguish and love do not mix because both made my life worse before.

If you respect that my situation is delicate, why do you keep poking the hornet nest?

If you crack it open and the wasps sting you so much their poison burns,

don’t be surprised if I say, “Look what you made me do.”

Your empathy is lacking so why should I care if you are put to rest the next day?

Princes don’t negotiate with paupers like me.

So it goes because fame and violence are always placed above justice and peace.

Isn’t it gorgeous to be the one in control? To run a country or a sect without a care in the world?

Doesn’t it feel amazing when your subjects obey you unconditionally as if you are an almighty god?

These questions reveal to me that aristocrats and celebrities use their authority

for insolence and seduction. No wonder we can’t have nice things.

You are not entitled to my throne even though a liar was the king of my heart before.

What was “yes” today could be “no” tomorrow so I keep fewer promises.

I’ve heard enough empty platitudes from your devotees to realize that an oath is not to be made lightly.

Anything else you want to preach about before I take the getaway car to escape additional agony?

Go ahead and dress your possessive wiles by telling me you love me

And shower me with material goods to let my guard down against my better judgment.

But when you try to use your tenderness as leverage, it is all the more reason for me to leave.

The longer I stay here, the more certain it is that my life is in danger.

My hands are tied keeping the darkness around me at bay for as long as I can.

Fortune is never on my side when I dance, but my sword will always be my partner.

Call it what you want, but the battlefield is my ballroom.

If dancing alone is the only way I can retain my individuality, so be it.

Happy Raʼs as-Sanah al-Hijrīyah, Vlad Dracula.

I’ll see you in Hell.

I thought I understood him

I thought that I understood what he was going through, but we all handle it differently. I mean, I understand that he's hurting, but I only just realized that he's giving up more and more of himself every day... And I'm scared, I'm scared that one day, he'll be gone for good, and I don't know where he's going after that. He did exactly what I did... He blamed God, and I've been praying and praying for God to show himself to him, even just a glimpse, so that I won't have to see him hurting anymore... He's starting to realize how the world works... It's problems, it's judgement, it's hurt and pain... All I want is for him to be happy again, and that'll be enough for me, then I can be happy again, but until then, I'll fight off the demons with my sword and my shield, and my prayer... He would be able to pray with me in the mornings, he could actually start a fire in my soul and build my weak faith, because the Lord knows that I need the help, "Woe to you, with little faith". God knows that I'm alone right now, and that I need another candle to reignite me, because even he knows that we need to be together in two's, why else would he ask for that when he gathered the twelve and sent them two by two? But right now, he's trapped in the grave with his grandfather, and he doesn't care that there's no oxygen, he doesn't care how uncomfortable he is, and he doesn't know how much it's killing me to watch him kill himself like that, to watch the boy who is like- no, IS a brother to me, act like he's happily resting in the grave, when I know that he's chained to his grandfather by an emotional chain that is his embrace that's harder to cut than Hercules string of life and it shoots through his heart right into mine... He loves him and doesn't want to let him go, and I want him to know that me and God love them both, and we wish that he would just understand the depths of our love, that's all I ask, is that he would let go of the hurt, and embrace the light that I want to give him. If God can bring Lazarus back in perfect condition, then he can bring my friend back too... I hear God say it every time I talk to him every morning at the pole and every night before bed, "let him come to me, bring him to me, for he is weary and needs rest, and I know that you and I miss him" as he wipes the tears that I cry for him nightly off my chin and cheek when I rest at my Fathers feet.

Please, come back to us. I miss you, we all miss you... With God's love, God bless.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For that friend... Brother from before

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*In My Heart*


 March.2.2001/ updated June.7.2015

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins


In my heart

I feel love for two

This feeling from me won't part

I don't know what direction to take

My feelings are a mess

The choice is hard to make

My heart can't deal with the stress


In my heart

It's so confused

From neither do I want to part

They both get me amused

One is I should just be a friend

But which one I don't know who

They both remain in my heart till the end


I've know one longer 

But does that help much

Would that make my feelings for one stronger

Or should I go by his touch

My hearts in a struggle

I don't know what to do

Maybe both I could juggle

I should just be unhappy and blue


Maybe I should just remain alone

Stay all by myself

And turn my heart back to stone

And leave it on the shelf

What have I gone and done

I've fallen for two that are great

My heart they both won

Everyones heart is at stake

And I know I can only go on with one 

But both bring me joy

With both I have so much fun

And niether play me like a toy


God please help me 

To make the choice that is right

Just from me don't let them get free

I don't want them to leave my sight

I want them to know both I love I hope they can see

But why make my life so complicated

Why do I have to make a choice

Soon my heart's going to be dislocated

I have to listen to my own voice

Why can't I have my cake 

And eat it too

God show me which is fake

Show me which life I make new


In my heart

The answer is there

From both I must part

Because for both I truely care

They both stole my heart

Why can't we share

I should of only chose one from the start

God Why can't you hear


I have such a brian fart

They will be a great memory in my mind

The both of them

Will never from me part

This is cruel not kind

The both of them will remain in my heart

I still want them both

To love forever

But it's against my oath

Im in a bind

With them both I can't be together

So someone else I must find








I'm Not Sure

my fucked up head

im trying not to fall

im trying not to break

im thinking of a way to just make this go away...


im not sure what im doing anymore,

i feel lost and im not sure which way to go...

i look up and i see blue, i look up...

and im not sure what to do


i refuse to look back, 

there's just nothing there to look at anymore...


im trying not to fall 

im trying not to break

i need to have this go away...

i refuse to go back...


i look up and im not sure what to say...

i look up and im not sure what to do...

i look up and its blue, 


im not sure how to make this feeling go away...

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From where I stand

Hey you,

Yes mirror,

yes me, I’m talking to you too

I saw the prettiest girl today and her eyes were kinda sorta blue

I think they were kind of greenish with a lightly sparkled hue

Running from my game to get a drink of water

Saw her from 20 steps away as i started to saunter

She was beautiful, like she can be an angel or model,

One or the other

Surprisingly…I didn’t stutter

I’ve never seen her before,where did she come from..oh how I wonder…

I stopped in my tracks

Do you need some help, I asked?

She gave said no as i seen her smile while her lips go asunder

I couldn’t help but smile back, and ask are you sure?..Trying not to feel like a bugger

Her lips pursed and back to reality as she thought “ oh brother”

Yes, I’m positive she replied

As I tried to keep her eyes

I walked away into the rest of the day

A few week laters.. in the lobby I wait

Coming down the halls, is the same beautiful girl I saw…

It was great...

Despite the fact that I didn’t get any play…

She still continued to walk my way…

She caught my eye and as my heart rise

She pursed her lips and told me Hi….

I smirked a confused at this actiong..I  didn’t reply…

She made a left and walked to the other side…

Another day in the life of mines…

Does she think I’m a player?

Does she think I’m ugly?

But alot of people call me handsome, layer upon layer

I used to play, but now Im honestly serious… and so bluntly

Even though everything isn’t what they seem…there is always a price..


Everything is a flirt when you’re real just trying to be nice…

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Righting Wrongs

you're a hundred unfinished poems taking up space under my bed 


you're a million pictured memories collecting dust inside my head

you're the voice I hear singing in the dead still of the night

when everything is wrong, you're the only thing that's right. 

??? Who Am I Now?

Once was a

free-spirited child.


I ran on all fours

like Spirit* and Rain*,

galloping through the grass,

soaring over sidewalks.



Once I was a

free-spirited child.


I could run around naked

without a care in the world.



Once I was a

free-spirited child.


The world was mine,

and I was invincible!



Once I was a

free-spirited child.


But now, I am....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd like to know what you guys think of this... I have been writing it for some time now...

I also don't know 100% about the title.... open to suggestions!


*From the movie Spirit

Silent Orchestra

It starts with-

Two wounded hearts.

Seperated between valleys.

During a a major storm-

Bodies were torn.


You have no buttons to push-

I built my bridges-

Now all my work is gone.

Threw away my wings and,

Polluted your mind.


Inside my head-

I am the one to blame.

Symphonies lullabied-

Your music played in vain.

Darling, your long-

Desires tinkered with wishes.

Do i say things clearly-

Or am I the one thats missing?

But you-


Stole my soul.

I'm empty handed.

Oh, Simon says-

Let things go!


Inside my head,

Silent orchestras play.


some days im fine, 

some days im not

all these things i try to hide

i look for a place to run

should i just give up,

would i be able to walk away?

how do i do that

i been keeping quite

it wouldnt be fair to you

if i said what i wanted to say

i respect how you feel

and i cant change that 

 i can only hope that things will get better

but its hard some days

and doubt feels my head


how did i get here

where do i turn 

could i do i just turn around and walk away

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