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Fallen Angel

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Quietly, she sits alone in an empty home

But the home she knows doesn't know her anymore

Unkindly, now she erupts out of her disgust

But the only thing disgusting is her own soul

 

-And now she's too far gone

She cannot be saved

Just like a fallen angel- (chorus1)

 

Desperately, she tries to make her way through this life

But life doesn't want her to find a way inside

Frantically, she searches for a reason to try

But all she can find is more pain for all her crimes

 

-Oh, now she's too far gone

She'll never be saved

Just like a fallen angel- (chorus2)

 

Vengefully, she lashes out in a violent rage

As the rage takes over her broken, fragile mind

Shamefully, she resides in a cold steel prison cage

And this cage is where she'll ultimately die

 

-Too bad she's too far gone

She couldn't be saved

She was a fallen angel- (chorus3)

 

A fallen angel

A fallen angel

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Every family has one.

2/1/24

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Black Hole

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Like a wilted rose's petals

Like a bird stripped of its feathers

Like a soldier killed in battle

 

Like a blind man wanders the streets

Like a guitar without its strings

Like a heart that no longer beats

It's useless

 

What is the point if none of it matters?

 

Sometimes I think if we all got sucked into a black hole then everything would be okay

You seem to think if we all got fucked by those in control, then nobody could complain

But what's the point, right?

(chorus)

 

Like a god without followers

Like a jester with no king to serve

Like a prayer that's never heard

 

Like a fire with nothing to burn

Like a corpse that no one will mourn

Like a world that's become so torn

So worthless

 

What is the point if none of it matters?

 

Sometimes I think if we all got sucked into a black hole then everything would be okay

You seem to think if we all got fucked by those in control, then nobody could complain

But what's the point, right?

 

It's useless

So worthless

 

Sometimes I think if we all got sucked into a black hole then everything would be okay

You seem to think if we all got fucked by those in control, then nobody could complain

But what's the point,

But what's the point,

But whats the point…right?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1/18/24. 

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Only the Strong

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Sometimes it feels like I'm lost at sea

And I can't breathe

Sometimes I feel the walls closing in

And it's the end

Maybe I need to take a step back

And just relax

Maybe I don't have to say goodbye 

And I'm just fine

 

 

-But what if it's too late, and I must accept my fate

If I try/ will I die

Stay alive/ say goodnight

Only the strong survive

But what if I'm too late, and I must prepare to break

Grip the knife/ wasted life

Search for light/ dead of night

Only the strong survive- (chorus)

 

 

Sometimes it feels like I'm gonna drown

And I'm face down

Sometimes I feel my limbs going numb

And I can't run

Maybe I need to try to stand up

And not give up

Maybe I need to just clear my mind

And I'll be fine

 

But what if it's too late, and I must accept my fate

If I try/ will I die

Stay alive/ say goodnight

Only the strong survive

But what if I'm too late, and I must prepare to break

Grip the knife/ wasted life

Search for light/ dead of night

Only the strong survive

 

I don't want to die tonight

I don't want to lose this fight

I don't want to see the light

I don't want to die tonight

 

But what if it's too late, and I must accept my fate

If I try/ will I die

Stay alive/ say goodnight

Only the strong survive

But what if I'm too late, and I must prepare to break

Grip the knife/ wasted life

Search for light/ dead of night

Only the strong survive

 

Only the strong survive

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1/19/24. Open to some honest feedback.  Like it, hate it, needs fine tuning? Let me know 

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The Illusion

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Trust in me

And you will see

The ending scene

Of you and me

 

Confusion and intrusion

Combine to give birth to delusion

Envision an illusion

That breeds division by infusion 

And if you want to live this dream

Well then you need to be asleep

 

And you wonder why things are the way they are

 

Trust in them

You'll be condemned 

You cannot swim

You will not win

 

Confusion and intrusion

Combine to give birth to delusion

Envision an illusion

That breeds division by infusion 

And if you want to live this dream

Well then you need to be asleep

 

And you wonder why things are the way they are

 

Trust no one

Nowhere to run

Burn up the sun

Fuck everyone

 

Confusion and intrusion

Combine to give birth to delusion

Envision an illusion

That breeds division by infusion 

And if you want to live this dream

Well then you need to be asleep

 

But you don't know why things are the way they are

 

Why don't you just go back to sleep 

So the illusion can be seen

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1/16/24

California Psycho

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Throw out normalcy

Play into the hands of insanity

Mental vacancy

Becoming one with this travesty

 

Don't force your disease on me

Go back to hugging your trees

And eating your plants and seeds

While you choke on your vanity

 

The blind you will follow

Your pride you can't swallow

Your thoughts remain hollow

As you watch this unfold

And you say my heart's cold

But you are no hero

Just another California psycho

 

Woke-ass bigotry

Give way to the new idiocy

No humanity 

Submit to A.I. dependency

 

Don't force your disease on me

Go back to hugging your trees

And eating your plants and seeds

While you choke on your vanity

 

The blind you will follow

Your pride you can't swallow

Your thoughts remain hollow

As you watch this unfold

And you say my heart's cold

But you are no hero

Just another California psycho

 

You're just another

Just another psycho

You're just another

Just another psycho

 

Don't force your disease on me

Go back to hugging your trees

And eating your plants and seeds

While you choke on your vanity

 

The blind you will follow

Your pride you can't swallow

Your thoughts remain hollow

As you watch this unfold

And you say my heart's cold

But you are no hero

Just another California psycho

Just another California psycho 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

12/10/23

Things That Don't Fit (Slam Poetry)

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I can’t quite figure out how to fit everything I am into you. Fit all the time into all the rooms of all the people I have ever loved. Sometimes I wonder why it’s worth it and then I’m alone and someone is talking into my ear from 438 miles away. I can’t sleep and I can’t stay awake and I have no appetite or want for water but all I know is I have not had my daily intake of home today. The tears keep falling. Maybe I need to put down the phone before I drown you.


This city does not fit me. I drive down roads that only sometimes have a second lane. And I know I have never considered myself a city girl or a social butterfly or even needed more than a front yard but I know I need more than this. More? That might be selfish to say; there are people that would be lucky to live here. But this is so far from what I am used to, they say it is helping me grow, I am growing down into the dirt and I don’t want to be rooted here.


I don’t fit my skin. I can’t quite figure out how much I want to pour into everywhere I’ve been, when I can’t even pour into myself. I split into tiny little pieces and when I put them back together I can’t find more than half of who I was. I push months, centuries, seconds under a microscope slide and I can’t make them big enough to matter or small enough to be home soon. I can’t fit myself into somewhere I don’t know and I can’t make small enough pieces of time to fit into everywhere I want to love. I can’t fit love into time. I come home to something that’s mine but it doesn’t feel like mine. You are what’s mine. I need to come home to arms I can wrap around me. I need to come home

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 5/30/19

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my father is a fortified man 
with dark, verdant eyes 
that shame the forest moss
that burn harsh and cold
seeing through deception 
honest, stern, but fair

my mother is a gentle woman
with soft, cerulean eyes 
that transcend the clearest sea
that glow bright and warm 
always saying the right thing 
tolerant, caring, but unwavering 

and I was born with that azure gaze 
though mine is not same 
on half my left eye
a drop of my father's jade 
and so I see the world 
as an even balance 
through both my parents eyes

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Brash

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"This is it,

the last time.

Not my last time,

for there will be many more,

 

but before I go,

take a second.

Or two.

As though leaving a humble abode

 

for the last time.

Or realistically,

one to be proud of,

one no need for humility.

 

A tendency to be crass, 

the one-stop coffeeshop 

that was the first building

foot stepped in,

 

the exact final destination

of a journey

across from

one Ocean to the next.

 

First impressions,

wild differences between

vernacular and tone,

'shaka brah', 

 

and an immediate inquiry

as to where the hell

I come from.

Brash,

 

but immediately warm

the very first contact

turned out to be,

only to observe

 

more than a year of stumbles,

pieces scribbled,

baristas in and out,

one to be a brother

 

calling this location

headquarters,

locomotives blaring by

in a flash of red

 

everyday.

Bicentennial

the count not of years,

but of poetic conveyance,

 

written in the soft glow

of this shop,

this shop the subject

times so often giving

 

detail to who,

what, where,

and how that one girl,

that one time,

 

smelt as she walked by.

Edited,

the time spent 

since the Spring,

 

but some things never change,

and that's how at home

I feel in this booth.

Bottoms up,

 

here's to you,

one last brew,

one last time. 

No more lines

 

to be written

here,

skate to the next place,

though it won't be the same."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Home, closed down... I'll be wandering around town on a longboard for awhile. Two books written here at Brash Coffee, the local coffee shop I walked in the first hour of being in Chattanooga.

 

Cheers, Brash.

*An Angel By Light*

August.26.2002 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins


After we past away 
And the new life we must go on to 
We'll see a darkness at first 
But then our soul will be awaken 
From an angel of light 
It's not mistaken 
But it's a gorgeous warming sight 

 

Now it's up to God to decide 
If this life was wrongfully taken 
And if so It's not your time 
To go on to your next mission 
Because you have not yet reached your prime 

 

Take care of your unfinished business 
Then you may return 
By the angels sight 
Flying so high on a soft feathered wing 
And by then your next life you'll have earned 
Such excitement it'll bring 

 

After the sadness has passed you 
It wont take too long 
You did great in your past 
Now it's time to move on strong 
Because you'll have those memories that last 

 

So when you see a beam of light 
That looks bright as the sun 
You'll see an angel flight 
Then you'll know you are the chosen one 
So if all unfinished business is done 
Please with gods angel don't fight 
A place in the heavens you've won

 

An angel by light 
Is the most greatest thing 
This angel will take you to the greatest heights 
To Gods love This angel will bring 

 

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