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*Is There Anyone Out There?*

December-31-2002/ 10:59pm 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

Is there anyone out there 
That feels this feeling that i do 
Just trying to push my way out of bed 
Just trying to push my way through 
This pain in my heart The fog in my head

Sick of the pain 
Every time i wake 
Always above me clouds and rain 
Tears always seem to get me to break 
Everyday i relive these tears'stain

Some days i wish God would end this game 
And let me have a wonderful man 
A charming and good hearted in all the same 
One who isn't afraid to hold my hand

God don't you care don't you see 
These tears are getting the best of me 
I just wish to be free of these long nights 
I just want to see a brighter light

Is there anyone out there 
Who feel the same 
Is there anyone who will care 
One who'll smile every time he says my name

If there is a possibility Lord 
Please send me that angel from above 
Send me that prince i am to love 
One who'll protect me with his sword

God answer me this 
Is there a reason i must live 
Will you ever send me that wonderful kiss 
Because If not My life to me why did you give

Is there anyone to share a special kiss 
Is there anyone to able me to hug so tight 
Will there be that special man to miss 
Will i ever get the chance 
To go to sleep with him holding me right 
When will i get to be romanced

God until next time i speak with you 
I hope to send you good news 
Pray i can tell you I'm no longer blue 
I would love it to be able myself to say "I found someone true"

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know thyself

 

if you think that
you know yourself
then it means you
stopped learning.
why would you want
to do that?

 

 

 

i hear people say
'know thyself'
and it makes me
feel a bit

squeamish,
and uncomfortable.
not because i am
uncomfortable
with myself, but
because the thought
of knowing
everything there is
to know is sort of
a ridiculous one.
no one knows

everything
there is to know,
not even about
themselves. but
when you are dead
i imagine you might
know everything
about yourself
that ever was,

wouldn't you

think?

 

 

 

yeah,
i used to

think that i

knew myself,

too. don't

worry.it goes

away when

you wake up.

 

 

maybe set

the alarm.

 

 

then you can

live a more

full life.

have a good

one, whatever. 

 

 

© 2013

Hey There, Stranger

Folder: 
Lovespeak

I was one hour too late,

I walked in to the jeep

Then an angel surfaced

Tongue-tied, I couldn't speak

 

Your skin, it was whiter than me

Oh, crafted perfectly

Your hair, you dyed it brown like me

So bright and glistening

 

Your teeth lit up when you smiled

Oh, how I wish you were mine

And kiss those tempting lips

You made me lose my speech

 

I couldn't help myself

Look at your perfect self

I didn't know what I felt

With your gaze, you made me melt

 

You also wore glasses 

No, I do not know your name

Please fill my world's patches

I'll never be the same

 

Hey there, mystical stranger

Who wore a shirt with spider

You filled my tiresome world with mystery

I wish someday there will be you and me

 

I hope someday we'll see each other

I wish one day we'll be together

I'll sleep now thinking of you

Pretending you like me too

 
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There Is A Girl

There is a girl with cuts on her wrist,
with dying at the top of her list.
She closes her eyes and counts to ten,
she's ready to try this all again.
She grips the blade a little tighter,
tried so hard to be a fighter.
The world she knows starts to fade away,
she's happy she doesn't have to stay.
Slowly everything fades to black,
a smile on her face because she knows she's not coming back.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comment with any constructive criticism or ideas for other poems :)
This poem is dedicated to my best friend/sister who tried to kill herself twice yet is still here. Love you forever and after! <3

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God?

Lately, it seems
God has taken a break
And left the world alone.
Alone to grow,
To Thrive
To Live, and then
Die.
But what a strange
Mistake God has made,
Leaving the innocent to
Deal with his pain.
Lately, it seems
There never was a God
At all.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comments/thoughts appreciated

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