Shapes
Shapes
We’re supposed to fit in,
Believe what we’re told,
Follow the rules,
And do the right thing.
We’re supposed to be
Cookie Cutter people,
Never acting out,
Don’t cross the line.
You make one mistake,
And everyone knows,
You’re different now,
No one wants to be with that.
Nobody believes you,
Nobody appreciates you,
Nobody favors you,
Nobody is there for you.
You should have just stayed,
And conformed,
To your shape.
*Description of a Bird*
October.2. & October.5.2000
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins
So many different melodies
So Many Different colors
The beauty within some never sees
Some drink flowers
Some attack to get their pray
Others have no strength no powers
A lot go to sleep during the day
Even though there are many birds
Near and Far
They usually fly in herds
Some can fly as high as the nearest star
We love them all
Big and small
But like always they must go
Soon it'll be fall
Most birds hate the snow
Until spring arrives
And the flowers bloom
South is there the birds will fly
Somewhere that's warm
Will be their new cozy room
Away from the cold winter storm
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*All The Colors of Nature*
October-10-2000
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
The color of all the leaves when they change
For when they get ready for winter
Where all the animals get arranged
And you trying to get out that wood splinter
For the winters snow will begin to fall
When the insects go into hiding
You know they heard the colds call
Watching all the animals deciding
All the colors of nature
Change the look of everything
All the leaves color the pasture
All the beauty that nature has to bring
In the kids hearing all their laughter
A calm sound when the nature sings
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Asphyxiate
2 knives, in each side..
2 eyes burning through my heart..
empty fragments, words drifting in & out of the past
memories turn to ash as we sift them around the palms of our hands..
crippled & gone.. time to move on.
to solidify my dreams..
hate myself.. waste of space, waste of air..
I dove into hell.
God please pull me back together, stitch up these ripped seams..
you're like the blade dragged across my stomach
or the scorching flame against my bare skin...
I want you out of my life
I want you up from under this skin
demons, demons, I can't let you win..
for I am not your kin...
everthing I want, I cannot have.
all that I reach for, I cannot grab..
the rainest of days bring me back to visions i've attempted to smudge out with you..
I guess it was easier on the other end.
but who's to say where & when...
covered in blood, pushed into the mud, I will stand up again.
open scars, out of breath, I must remain relentless.
shadows chasing me, run run, but they consumed all the light..
crouched in fright, nails dug into my back
they're trying to pin down these wings...
hoping i'll never take flight.
using all my energy to break away, fight them off with all my might, all my will...
but they keep whispering "kill... kill.."
legion, you've defiled me,
for you are the fallen, in unity.
this cross lays heavy on my back..
I think i'm starting to crack.
my barriers are thin & I wish I could let God in
but there's just one set of footprints in the sand
no savior to hold my hand
freezing cold.
the ocean looks like a black hole..
if I were to set sail, how could I ever return?
i'd be spun around in circles, triangles, squares
what would I learn?
even though the sun still shines
even though some of the grass is still green
even though there are plenty of trees
I cant stop looking down.. down on me.
the hail is sharp from this dark cloud.
storm hovers above.
I try to clear it out, but I can't with no love
depleted but not empty
awakened in the midst of deep sleep
dead in this life
strife impailed
left hung, waiting to burn..
I never dug my own grave
I only ever cried to be saved.