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Cheyanne Hopkins May 2018
he lies to the heart
he lies of her decisions
her love was true for you
her love was pure

he tricked you
he tricked us all
he spoke the words which spun the lies we believed

he smiled and cared
he plotted in the shadows
waiting to ruin
to break
to raze

we believed him
we all believed him
we are all to blame
she is gone
she is gone now
all because of him

his pride poisoned him
poisoned them all
anger and ****** racing through their veins
swords ready to strike
pillows ready to smother

i am to blame
i am at fault
i gave the handkerchief
i am the one who ruined
who helped
who killed

i am killed
i am dead
based off act 5 scene 2 of Othello
Cheyanne Hopkins May 2018
her arms move
flowing with the wind
soft and gentle movements

her breath leaves her lips
slipping through their soft flesh
her hips swing slowly,
lithe and balletic

her hands run across her abdomen
feather-light and floating

her eyes shine
fire aflame
ready to burn
to attack
to ****

her dress falls across her skin,
like burning embers dying
a small spark still alive

a phoenix, reborn
thriving and naive
beauty incomparable

she steps towards me
the smile of a feline on her lips
she reaches for me
warm and chilling at once
I shiver,
my cold skin
burning,
fingerprints carved into my skin
a memory of the forever running girl
gay,
Cheyanne Hopkins May 2018
promise not to leave
remember what I did
I should have been the one to go,
to die
they didn't deserve to die
they wanted me to join them
I refused
they punished them
because of me

I'm dying now
I know it
Soon I'll be gone
be free from the noises in my head
the screams and cries
the shouts of betray

the memories still flash before my eyes
the sadness
the tears that ran down their faces
I still feel the pain
from the broken skin on my hand
from the punches and kicks
from the children's cries
Hey Florence, this is an attempt to base this off The Promise by PETER KOSMINSKY
Cheyanne Hopkins May 2018
The cries can be heard through the walls
Loud and piercing
I can hear through the floor
The groans and swearing
The uttering of death

I have to close my eyes
Tight enough to block out the light
I can't go there
I know we'll fight
I grab a pillow
And cover my head
I beg and pray
To be left alone instead

I want to sleep
I need to sleep
Please let me sleep
Please let me be
Let me see my dreams
I need to sleep
Cheyanne Hopkins May 2018
I'm waiting for him to leave
Do I want him to go?
He's gone

I'm walking down the rocky street
Sun flaring and blinding me
The trees are thick with dull green leaves
I find a place to sit

I feel the wooden crevices under my hand
The other hand resting on a page
I hear a sigh of frustation

Blonde Hair
Brown Eyes
Tall
They huff again

"Excuse me? Are you lost"
I ask, trying to help
They turn, eyes meeting mine
I take an intake of breath
They smile, eyes shining with thanks
They move towards me

Am I lost?
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
1 year
a happy laugh
a happy home

2 years
a loud crack
a abandoned home

5 years
the first day anew
a scared but excited smile

8 years
a cute boy with a nice smile
a new dream

9 years
a best friend

12 years
leaving to somewhere new
a new place
new people
hard to breathe

13 years
better friends
nicer days
hard to breathe

14 years
pretty girls
soft hair
bright eyes
losing friendships
spitting words
broken heart
salty tears

15 years
bitter friends
letting go
shaking hands
stuttered breaths

16 years
happier
sadder
madder
better friends
more tears
less chance
times passing
faster
faster
faster
faster
ending soon
going out into the world
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
last week,
that's the last i saw him, sir
that's the last time he climbed through my window

he hugged me goodbye, sir
like normal
maybe a little tighter

i don't know where he went after, sir
home, i assume

where was he found?
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