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An Empty Grave'

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Standing at an empty grave, I pondered, who was it's intended?

Six feet down, covered in flowers, through the night I have defended.

Waiting on a family train to arrive with their fallen guest,

Time ticks on, no break in site, I stand watch to complete my quest.

Hours through an endless night, now daylight extends my grief...

I face the hole, and curse my soul, for a moment of relief'....

                                                                                                       

                                                                                                      

                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                                               

                  

                                                                                                                     


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"An Empty Grave"      ...or...        "Fully Dressed in my Sunday Best"                         

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A Little girl Lost'

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Stained from life, she ponders words,She can't exist without them.

Chasing memories in her mind,

The ones she lived without him.

Seeking refuge in tainted thoughts,

Never realizing wanted dreams,

Tossing and turning, restless sleep,

Awakened again by pictured screams.

Time doesn't seem to heal all wounds,

It just predicates the cost..

Always tortured in my own mind...

I remain... "A little Girl Lost"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"A Little Girl Lost"   ...."Written for those....well....you know who you are...

                                                                                                 ... or maybe, you don't!"...

Hard to Swallow'

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When your soul begins to shutter

and the tears run down your face,

When your heart takes on a different form

To escape your fall from grace,

The emptiness you feed upon

The hate which makes you thrive,

Seclusion soon will bury you...

                              and swallow you alive'


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Hard to Swallow'........This message brought to you by.."A.F.T.E.R"       ...Alternatives for tomorrow's epic renewal'

My Foe

Come and go, ebb and flow
fast and slow, time will go

the reality of truth,
will we ever know?

What does it mean, the feeling in  between
the good and the evil

Is there such a thing?
Or is it up to me, just to make believe?

Shakespeare said the worlds a stage,
sometimes I feel the world a plague

If I act a fool, if I act a king
if I take a gun and a sling
if I lose my mind to take a drink
or take a drink to lose my mind

does it matter, once we all die?
or am I just high? Please, can I get high?

In the land of sinners, the brothelsloth is King
coming and going, doing as I please

The more I know, the less I care
the less I care, the more I bear

I bear my soul, so that others may know
the lessons I learned, from life, my foe.

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Parade of Despair

Through the wet and rainy streets,
Cloaked in the liar's contacts. and bloody sheets
You know not of where you go,
But the blood you walk over and sew.

In this time, you believe you are okay,
Okay with murder that goes throughout the day
Through the homeless cries and terror
It's not your life or your own error

What's another's heart to hold in your hand mean?
If it doesn't give you the satisfaction and the attention of a queen?
Maybe somewhere, within your sickest dreams
Perhaps piercing the thickness, you can hear humanity screams
and in some part of your mind you care,
Or fail again, laughing maniacally as the blood drips in cold despair

Somehow, their commotion to you is entertaining
The bickering and troubles all the more sustaining
and yet somewhere, deep down, you realize it's not right.
But the sickness blinds you again, back again in the fright

Morality is like your brother, inside your mind, telling you it's wrong
But your voice cries out more louder, constantly crying, "But do I belong?"
and the shadow creeps in control of your hands and strikes again,
Like an old friend you've parted with that was poison, comes back attempting to explain

They say you are fine and you will be okay.
Like you say, except you are actually mentally astray
As the hand of sickness inside your mind plans out the next move
In reality you are empty, she says you have nothing to prove

The disgusting woman that is called society
Bringing forth what you tell others is anxiety
She holds you tight, like a incoherent mother
Whispering to you as she smothers you "There is no other"

Somehow throughout all that you have, depression calls,
Your father, comes to tell you "Despite the beautiful colors, you live within empty walls"
You cry for them to stop speaking
But they stop for none, they continue their horrid shrieking

As you fall to the ground, you try to escape by sleeping,
But it's only for a few hours, and time is weeping
You try to deny the things that you have mean and done
You salute to the cracked, and broken blurred skies of failure, and with it a black sun
Forever bringing a slanted shadow, that was once you, pleading "Bring me back, this wasn't really fun"

You yearn for something deep down, but without purpose for some reason
and your faces change again and again, like the months and the season
You know not anymore of what the world means to you
Forever alone you will be, cursed, trapped in your built igloo.

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Darkness Settles

Darkness settles in the

hollow ,

mountain

 

I climb for you ,

the steps to the top are few,

but time and distance have

had their way with you .

 

In this infinite and perfect moment ,

like a sigh within a whisper

your to be liberated forever

by your imagined angels wings.

 

Did you still believe

unquestionably,

obediently

that the beautiful

illusion would

untether you from this world ?

 

Death leaves one life

so hard

and defined by loss .

Left to stay or run,

home is subjective

or none .

 

Still stubbornly disregarding

the illusion of imposed

structure .

The lies are

inflated ,

manufactured

political and

mechanical .

Promises , soon

punctured by veracity.

 

Clutching closely to the chaos

Fermenting and intoxicating.

Inside of me

the memories

from which I am made to suffer

the punishment of life's pleasure

in pain .

 

So near and comforting

the darkness within ,

The mountain ,

just as hollow ,

but you always knew

you would never see

me climb

its finally your time

The steps to the top are few

they are for you .

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*Can It Be*

May-10-2009 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

Can it be 
That god finally sent me 
Someone to help me pass my fears 
An angel to help me see 
That I can finally set my past free 
And Finally let go of these tears

Can it be That I am meant to actually be happy 
And not cry sadness every night 
Before I rest my eyes to dream 
Or I don't have to worry about how to fight 
Off the bad dreams that may creep 
On every corner of my mind 
That i might be able to have a better sight 
Of that perfect soul that I am able to find

Can it be 
That luck has finally found a seat next to mine 
For I am beginning to feel a real heartbeat once more 
Because of you I no longer have a pain 
And living is starting to no longer be a chore 
My skies are brighter and sunny there's no more rain 
I thank you deep down within my soul 
For there is a place within me for you to hold 
To keep safe and to protect 
And to take care of for forever 
And to you I promise you this 
Your soul I will keep from harm 
And every night to you a kiss 
Because our soul is as one 
Our love will soon begin to create a wonder bliss 
When we are together Hun 
Not one minute I want to miss

Can it be That god finally understands that Ive been through enough 
Are you the angel I am meant to be with till I die 
The one who is meant to carry me through the light in the sky 
Are you the one who'll make me once again strong 
Can you protect me from the tears I may cry 
Or not run away when things go wrong 
Can you honestly promise you will never say good-bye 
Can it really be true and not a dream 
I feel it in my body in my soul my sweetheart God brought us together 
Because even he sees we actually belong 
Always and forever 
And a day 
Even after we are in the next life we start 
Baby every night I pray 
That even then you'll still have my heart....

Trish Barrek Hopkins

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I hope you enjoyed the poem

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No Christmas in December~

Wounds are healed with time, 

yet this time my wound is too 

painful too heal; death came 

too claim my father's soul~

 

Now sadness, confused tears,

and laments are heard 

throughout my home; this year

and those too follow there will

be no Christmas in December~

 

No present, gift, nor condolence

will bring my father back too life;

God selfishly took him away....

no holy night, far from silent; 

mother's cry awaken my 

slumber~

 

Burning the pain into the night 

does not contemplate the 

feelings within; a dirty glass 

brings stale memories....after 

taste of death on my lips~

 

The night before you will find 

me on one, maybe two binges 

of a chemical romance,  by the 

seventh binge I will be satisfied 

if my eyelids find rest~

 

Unhappy holidays without

decorative lights and a pine tree 

to display....while most will be 

merry, I will bury my father; for

you see there is no Christmas in 

December anymore~   

 

R.I.P {DAD} 

08/19/1950- 12/11/2014

 

Soulkritic° copyright 2014

Author's Notes/Comments: 

R.I.P DAD!!!

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A Sad Deer

He stands there,


Alone,


Dejected,


A deer.


 

Being thirsty,


Went it near the river,


All on a sudden,


A crocodile attacked him brutally.

 


It was fortunate enough to have lost one leg,


But, death is what now he does beg.

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