Hate

My mistake

My Mistake

 

 

Who is that? 

There, in the darkened corner. 

A shift of the light. 

Are those hoovs he stands on? 

My eyes adjust a bit. 

Long, twisted, needle sharp horns

Lightning

Glistening deep red skin,, no,, scales? 

Curtains blow aside, allowing light. 

Fingernails, wait,,,   talons. 

My sight clears a little more. 

A cats eyes

Jagged, misshapen, yellow fangs.

I sweat. 

Mouth so dry. 

Am I shaking ? 

Corded muscle, huge, impossibly powerful, uncontrollable. 

My eyes see clearly now. 

Ribs ? Exposed bone, rendt flesh. 

What?  My face, on his. Why ? 

Ough,  the stench.

Music ? What is this ? 

No! He comes toward me

Steady gate, knowing smile. 

I can't move. 

A deep mocking bow in front of me . 

His taloned hand, reaching,  but palm up?

The music,  louder now. 

I realize..... 

God, help me. He wants to dance. 

Why am I taking his hand....... 

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Self explanatory I think. 

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My Sickness

Empty. Nothing. Full of grey.

Black soul. Black eyes. I have no name.

If only everyone could see,

the storm that's raging inside of me.

Fake smile. Fake laugh. Fake everything.

Drinking, cutting, need to feel that sting.

Can't hide these feelings anymore.

They keep escaping through my locked door.

Demons surrounding me, spinning in my head.

Why won't they go? They want me dead.

I'm losing control and going insane.

Promise you won't hate me? I'm not to blame.

I'm sick and it's just been so long.

My mind is a blur , I'm too far gone.

Living in her Head

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Demons jump amongst the tortured souls,

They skip across streets leading nowhere,

And hop over valleys of gloom.

 

They’ve built walls,

Destroyed dreams,

Obliterated all hope.

 

They whisper secrets and mistruths,

Spread gossip like 3rd world diseases,

Hold no accountability before moving on.

 

Demons blind the eyes,

Mute the mouth,

And deafen the ears.

 

Living in a world of fiery hell

That no one else can feel.

 

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Black Thalia

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I loved you

You made me

This love

It's deadly

 

That bright future

That I drew

Lost to everything

You put me through

 

I've done everything

That I ever could

I've done for you

More than I should

 

After all the pain

You caused

You turned away

Left it paused

 

You never tried

To persue this love

You stepped away

Watched from above

 

You watched me struggle

You watched me suffer

Showed you were weak

That I was tougher

 

And these lungs

Have sung

This song

For too long

 

It's time I let

Everything go

Let it disappear

Beneath the snow

 

All we had

All I miss

It's over now

Lost in the abyss

 

It's true

I hurt too

Remember

I loved you

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On Faithfulness

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Simple Thoughts

"Don't get so frustrated, 

it's only a book, 

or a few words

that you threw,

 

hoping they might stick.

Sound familiar?

Surreal,

especially if you've stuck with it.

 

Life can be funny like that,

in fact, it is,

that the same things

seem to alwaus happen

 

to people who may wish

it wasn't the case;

assuming it's negative.

Once you give it a second

 

to process,

it's wild to think

the same exact advice

you give

 

is the opposite

of how you live

your own life.

Some advice...

 

Twice now I've had to step in.

To stop the golden desires

of sundrops on skin,

forbidden,

 

when there has already been seeds sown,

a tree has been growing,

and now there's doubt,

the axe lays on its side

 

nearby. Nearly every time,

it can hurt to cry,

but not if infidelity

is the reason why. At least,

 

let's hope 

that's not the case.

I'd hate to see the fallout,

it'd be all over the place."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just some thoughts on my ever-increasing number of friends who have yet to reach relationship goals... 

The Field

Torrents of hazy clouds begin to block out my happiness as I sit waiting for my mind to release me from my perpetual imprisonment from these chains of broken people and run down lies I tell myself to keep aloft in these dark days. As I look around, bare gnarled trees flex their fingers and are the only witnesses to this hell that I have incarcerated myself within. The sky goes darker as I find nothing within me to brighten the few stable thoughts that I have recycled too many times. My affection for the desire to breathe and take my revenge cements the chains and acts to drive the few things around me that have not already made their escape from my black hole of cycled misery. The grass goes black and the ground dries to a bone like state as I scream to stab my torturers.

 

The field is dead and I am its killer, so filled with loathing that my acidic personality caused it to shrivel and become a lifeless waste where even the worms of self pity and vultures of depression dare not tread in fear of dying due to the lack of prey: My happiness long since dried up and the few ideas of self righteousness consumed by my horrible self. I try to unclench my fist but as I do so, my bones break and cease to be flexible. I shriek in an effort to portray that I care about this, but I don't.

I know I don't.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First Poem! Hope you enjoy this, just want to know peoples opinions on this type of writing :)

Gorgeous revenge

The severity of the situation is reaching an all time hi

should I violently react or just let it fly?

your engorged words have pierced the innocent ghost

a 40 ton wieght of revenge is what would get me off the most

if I choose the darkened path my future will cease to exist

however the beautifully dressed possibilty of revenge is at the top of list

like a beast in the night, a monsters dreams, like a lions roar

maybe someday I'll have no choice but to deliver death to your door. 

 

In the essence and defiance of life

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A crown of thorns we wear
in the defiance of life
and the pain it brings
before heaven and the stars
and the sun and the moon
until they collapse
we blaspheme the earth
with pleasures of misery
and worship of the suffering
we place upon our souls.

*Look At Me*

November.11.1997

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

Look at me

Look past the clothes

Look past the skin

Look into the soul

Tell me what you see

My heart does not play around

Hurt my feeling you made a sin

God brought us together

He is the one that found

The beautiful relationship to be 

The one that will last forever

God knows it will be him

A broken heart....In pieces...Never

In this passionate love we will swim

Trueness is forever

Fate brought us to one another

Hearts intwined are even better

We will wear on us a heart to show our love

It replaces the scar-let letter

Our relationship will fit tighter then a glove

We will never neglect

True romance will reflect

Treat eachother with respect

Promise truthfully we will never part

Promise I will not get a broken heart

 

Look at me

I hate the way I must be

Can't you see

I liked you from the start

I would not want you to leave my sight

If we disagree

Lets not fight

Promise you'll keep away the fears

Help me with the hurt

Keep away the tears

Do not be a tease

Playing with my mind

My love is what I will freeze

Trying to hurt me is so unkind

Be sweet to me 

You'll see what you find

Let our spirits free 

Understanding

rearranging

Look inside

sick of paging

Hope you had not lied

Forever

Such sins

Finding out the truth I've cried

Together

It just begins

Leaving eachother

Look at me 

Look beyond

Can't you believe

That we have a special bond

So I guess this means I have to leave

 

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