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*Once Again*

July.12/13.2011
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins

 

I gave you my heart
And you ripped it out of my chest
Now I'm in pieces
A total wreck falling apart
You're just like all the rest

 

Feed me lies no respect
God really made a fool out of me
I extremely failed the test
My heart he couldn't even protect
This guy was the best
He's the one that gave me the greatest pain

 

I thought I could be happy
But you from all the others
You were the brightest
You got me to believe all your lies
Instead of a sunny day
All I have are black clouds and rain
At night all I hear
Again are my cries
Once again I trusted you with my soul
All you left behind is this evil stain

 

My last hopes you stole
You capturing me in you web of distrust
Was your only goal
My only heartbeat that was left
To take it from me was your gain
You weren't here for love
You made me feel disgust

 

How could you feed me lines
Once again you got me to let down my wall
Entrapping me in your vines
Waiting in the background
In the shadows not making a sound
Watching and waiting for me to fall

 

When you seen your chance
You crept in like and ass
Skipping out on his rent
And captured my heart in your romance
Only to stay till your time was spent
Then you spun me in your dance

 

You quickly disappeared without a trace
You went through that door
Never again to see your face
You let go of me
To watch me crash to the floor
The pain you caused you didn't dare see

 

You came and took
What you wanted to take
You came and left without a second look
All along you were just a fake

 

Once again
I'm left alone
To pick up the pieces off the ground
My body turning to stone
May should God has almost found
I should of remained by my self
....All Alone!

 

Copyright*

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Happy Go Lucky

There was this one guy,

Fun and games were all he wants.

And there she was,

Sweet, pure, special and innocent.

 

Walks on the beach every night,

With one kiss that changes all.

She took the risk,

She knew he was worth it.

 

He left her without a word,

Breaking her.

The Fool

What do I do when 

Everything is not enough?

 

What do I do when 

I give all, and it is rejected?

 

What do I do when the love

That was meant for us two to share

Is cheapened by another?

 

Love is not cast away,

And suffering is sure to stay

And so alone I cry and moan 

And tell the world 'leave me alone!'

And accept what I never can condone.

 

And I wait for when 

She wants love, not lust,

And comes back to me.

 

I wait for when everything is enough.

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She Told Me

She told me that she didn't know

anymore what I thought we knew. 

She told me she was thinking still

of where to go and what to do.

 

She told me that she loved me still

yet she thought it best she go.

She told me that she always would

but in her eyes it didn't show. 

 

She left, and there I stood alone

as she swore I'd never be.

She left, and there I stood alone,

lost at home with her memory. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is based on a conversation had on Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend of this year. It is raw and painful and I don't know what to do.

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Welcome To The Coffee Shop

Folder: 
My Favorites

 

Welcome To The Coffee Shop ©

 

(Kyla G. Bingham, Oct-Nov 2014)

 

Welcome to the coffee shop. I’m your barista; please allow me to tell you about the menu.

 

Our house blend is an acquired fondness—quite bold and assertive—so if your tastes are delicate, I hope it doesn’t offend you.

 

Give it a chance to play on your tongue, refine your palate; don’t just hastily spit it out.

 

If you take a moment to savor its flavor and let it give you a jolt, it might just save you a carafe of complications and a decanter full of doubt.

 

Don’t turn away—this is no time for feigning ambivalence, rolling your eyes, being complacent.

 

If you’ll swallow the potion I’m offering, you’ll avoid a lifetime of serious debasement.

 

So please feel free to cozy up to the bar or find yourself a seat.

 

Or since we’ll be here for a bit perhaps you’ll prefer to warm yourself by the fire…go ahead and make yourself at home—kick off your shoes and prop up your feet.

 

Now that you’re settled, as I said this’ll take a minute because some things are percolating, some heavy truths are boiling over, ready to be spoken.

 

Like the fact that you keep listening to the seductive hiss and rattle of tantalizing words that quickly become promises broken.

 

Why? Why did you think that just because his kettle whistled for you that he was ready to fill your heart to overflowing like the fruition of your every dream?

 

Turns out he was just passing air through his lips so now you’re pissed and blowing steam.                 

 

Did you somehow think that giving everyone a dollop of your cream would make you more mature?

 

I’m sorry, love, but that reverie is curdled, and you are your own worst saboteur.

 

You fell for a sultry French kiss and a full body press.

 

And now like the potent, dark liquid that flows through a French press, your dignity is slowly drip, drip, dripping and pooling on the floor with your eagerly and easily discarded dress.

 

You give it up so easily so what do you expect?

 

Offering it all and passing out samples of your “cup of Joe” to every John so now all you have is a double shot of misery and a venti sized serving of disrespect.

 

Your java is interchangeable; they don’t care if you’re caramel, mocha, espresso or chai.

 

They just want the flavor of the day—don’t forget to add the whipped cream and chocolate syrup—drink you down and then a fast goodbye.

 

Wipe his mouth, then wad you up and discard you with the trash.

 

Then get back in line for another mouthful of low self-esteem and decisions that are rash.

 

What’s that in the bakery display case? Yeah, go head and wrap up a sticky bun and a scone.

 

Cuz as long as he feigns attention, nibbling on your confections and affections, you just won’t leave it alone.

 

By the way, this ain’t the only location he frequents—seems every corner has a franchise.

 

Here he’s a banker, there he’s a baller—he’s a sultan of subterfuge and a doyen of disguise.

 

And you keep falling for the ruse not realizing that doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome is the textbook definition of insanity.

 

Maybe you’re perfectly matched because you’re the queen of SSDD which leads to pregnancy and STD and the loss of your very humanity.

 

You need to snap out of it, change your M.O., and have a little bit of pride.

 

Because at the rate girls like you are going, it’s becoming self-inflicted “gendercide.

 

Now look at you all upset, froth just foaming from your lips.

 

Rabid because you should have made him buy the mug instead of handing out all those free testers and sips.

 

Did you even think to use a coaster? No, you didn’t. I see the evidence of your negligence in the form of rings of condensation.

 

You just charge through the chute like a mare to be mounted and totally skip the need for mental sublimation.

 

You don’t even bother with cognitive stimulation.

 

Don’t know the intense pleasure of a demitasse of tea with a side of penetrating conversation.

 

Perhaps you should consider falling in love between your ears instead of lust below your waist.

 

Perchance then you won’t have so many experiences you wish could be erased.

 

Your baseless carnality is empty…a study in ineffectuality.

 

There’s so much deeper and more lasting fulfillment in being an out and proud proponent of sapiosexuality.       

 

But you refuse to think first, you’re stuck in a loop of reckless action then regret that can at best be called illogical.

 

Actually, it’s beyond that; it’s a disease, and your behavior is pathological.

 

Once the deed is done, you can’t undo it no matter how you beg, steal or borrow.

 

It’s the unchangeable unilateral flow of time: it’s impossible to rewind to yesterday, and there be no such thing as tomorrow.

 

So there you have it, the straight, unsweetened brew, and though it was bitter and acidic, I hope you listened up and banked it.

 

Because there are no refunds on a beverage once you already drank it.

 

But sadly most ignore the expert suggestions of their well-meaning barista; the say she’s abrasive and curt.

 

They disregard that she’s studied well the proffered libations and human inclinations to opt for the cloyingly sweet—and so she helplessly watches as they reap the ensuing world of hurt.

 

Now you’re shattered on the ground, tears spilling and spreading all around like the fluid caffeine from a broken coffee cup.

 

No, you can’t change your mind and listen now.  Sorry the bell has already rung. Next in line, and as for you, “order up”.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the first totally new poem I've written in about a year. I hope you enoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Cool

 

-Kyla

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Costume Forums and Political Science

Treats, and Trickster's ghoulish-ly 
entertaining the popular vote; 
immigration reform is on the ballot
once more, looking more like a 
menu dessert item, condiments 
cost extra.


Masks covered by masks,
Costume Forums, a masquerade 
masquerading day and night, dreams 
and nightmares. Knocking on my 
door with political propaganda as if 
my views were wrong for being 
different than theirs.


There is no US or THEM only YOU

and ME standing united, our fall

divided by a vote, which most live

and die for. The only vote that counts

is what the MAN says; voting is a

systematic approach to classify the

masses, labeled mindsets, puppets,

a trickster's treat.

Soulkritic® 2014©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't vote!!

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Titleless

Wake up today
With a beautiful display

The smile on your face
Carefully placed
To make you seem
Like the worlds a bit brighter
Like the world inside her
Isn't a disturbing
Twisted ambitious
way to live

The girl cant get away
Because she lives in her head
Her body alive,
her mind is dead.

She wakes up today, but shes still asleep
Living her nightmares in her mind she weeps

On the outside a frozen smile appears
Between her tears.
Until her sanity
Disappears.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dont write poetry much, but heres a thing i made like two days ago. Just a quick thing really. Enjoy

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Breakup of Success

Abandoned and afraid
Scared to death I fade
Exhausted and dejected
Anxiety to be expected

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Only you know what you’ve done
My heart strings toyed for fun
Convinced you’re worth the fight
I went sleepless night after night

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Lying to my face
I thought you needed space
****, I was wrong
With him now you’re strong

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Your decision to leave
But you led me to believe
With my heart full of affection
I believed in a re-connection

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I was too naive
Blind, she won’t deceive?
But now I see the clues
Just a firework with no fuse

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Bawling for days
Alone with God I praised
A chance to be redeemed
This is what I always dreamed

.........................................

Slowly I found the sun
Finally, it begun!
A path to become a man
God laid out my plan

.........................................

Engineered to perfection
I detached no more connection
Freedom long at last
Happiness unsurpassed

.........................................

I jostled for position
Ignited with ambition
Friends, family and new dates
My single life awaits

.........................................

A 180 degree transition
Now I’m on a mission
Jubilant life grows on
New beginning, I’m a pawn

.........................................

The spring of the upswing
Soon I’ll be a king
Bitterness in the past
Surprised by this contrast

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I rose up from the dust
Like a bomb I was combust 
The fire burned inside
Leaping I found my stride 

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This poem a rendition 
Interpret with conviction
For I have found the way
Forever I will stay

 

Shadow Secrets

 

In the midnight run shadows show face in the dark

thoughts that cloud shadows' mind-

 

They become animals roaming the dark streets of 

decadence, perversion; ungodly sins...

 

In between shadows lurk the spirits of evil men

and unholy women, selling their souls for tricks

and cheap fixes-

 

You here the screams of the raped, beaten in the

streets; shadows mind their own business; every

night blood spills upon shadows feet-

 

Shadows mingle and dance in the dark gardens of

cemeteries, singing songs of malice with the wicked

minds that join them-

 

Discreetly blending with shadows on the walls....

murmuring, whisperng in tongues; laughing at the

victims the night has claimed-

 

As the rise of dusk nears all the shadows come out

of the dark walls and halls; if you focus your sight at

the darkness that surrounds, you will see a glimpse

of a shadow's metamorph to a human being walking

into the light as if they belong-

 

Fooling other's; fooling themselves....Animals!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Shadows!!

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