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Apr 2018 · 128
OPEN MINDS
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
The thoughts spilled from their head

Like milk from a jug

The thoughts floated out of their head

Like bubbles, waiting to be popped

The thoughts flew out of their head

Like butterflies in a meadow



The looks taunted them

Everyone looking at them as if they were a freak

Just choose one, just choose one you, FREAK!

A shudder ran down their spine, tears tickling at their eyes

The name, the name it taunted them

The name they were given at birth

The name that made them sick when being called it

You're a girl, a girl, or do you wanna be a boy now, huh?

No, no they don't wanna be a boy now

And they were never a girl, everyone just assumed
Apr 2018 · 89
LOST IN THE LABYRINTH
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
He was lost in the labyrinth of his own mind

Navigating his path with blindfolded eyes

Afraid about whatever he might find

Trying to uphold his very own guise



He heard the monster's call

Trying to stay on his path

He would soon be ready to fall

To not increase the monster's wrath
Apr 2018 · 95
LITTLE GIRL
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
The little girl looked at her reflection

Perfecting an exquisite facade



The young girl looked at her reflection

Poking at her chubby cheeks and sunken eyes



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

Happy with her sunken cheeks and concealed eyes



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

Practising her smile

It does not reach her eyes

The teenage girl looked at her reflection

In the toilet the water was clear

She loved how her cheek bones were noticeable

Like they could tear through her skin



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

A grimace on her face

Hand pushing into her already small stomach



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

Sunken Eyes

Sunken Cheeks

Finally perfect

Until the next week that is



The little girl looked at her reflection in the mirror
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
Her footsteps are made of fire

They leave burnt tracks in her w a k e . . . .



Her footsteps are made of fire

A map of where to follow her

To pursue her

To help her

To love her



Her footsteps are made of fire

Of the fury that she feels

Of all the people from before

Who decided she was theirs

Theirs to own

Theirs to hurt

Theirs to break



Her footsteps are made of fire

Of fury, of pain, of sadness

An endless trail of it all

To lead on forever

You follow her to slow the trail

So she won't burn herself

The faster she walks away

The more fire will arise

The burnt trail will stop being ashes

And instead be flames that lick at her sides
Apr 2018 · 151
HER - 14:35 PM - 19/9/16
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
She looks at me

Smiling

I return it

We bump arms

My heart skips

Hers does not

I’m her friend

She is mine too

But not

She cares

I care more

Differently

She hugs me

Excited

I return it

I ask why

She smiles even more

BEAUTIFUL

She tells me

My heart drops

A boy

That’s why she hugged me

Because of HIM

HIM

HIM

HIM

Not me

No, not me

HIM

I fake my smile

Pain in my head

I wait for her to leave

GONE
GONE
GONE

TEARS
TEARS
TEARS

I breathe and keep going

KEEP GOING
KEEP GOING
KEEP GOI---

No more

She is my friend

Nothing more

Nothing will ever happen



I walk up to her excited

Not really

I hug her

Sad

The boy

He asked me out

But he wasn’t her

Not even close

She is so happy for me

I’m not
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
Rain pouring

A darkness setting

Over the world

An invisible force

Stealing all of the happiness

         -c.h.h.b
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
The despair thick as fog

Pain bright as lightning

Hate, love, feeling

Thunder in your ears

Echoing through endless hallways

Never knowing what to do



Ticking of a clock

Beeping of a car alarm

Humming of a boiling kettle

All coming down at once

Like a wave of endless emotions

        -c.h.h.b
Apr 2018 · 160
Sunset shows
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
The sunset reveals all.
The shadows on his face,
leaching away the pain,
the lies,
the anger,
the hate.

The sunset lights up his face
Bringing forth his smile
His eyes turn to honey
Warm and loving

The sunset warms his hands
His touch becomes softer,
lighter,
sparking and skimming my skin

The sunset sharpens his tongue
Spitting venom from his mouth
Bitter and callous
Words become hits,
punches,
cuts,
burns.
Apr 2018 · 205
The Music She Hears
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
She listens to the music of the world
The chirping of the birds
The whoosing of the winds

She listens to the music of life
Of the chatter of voices
Laughs and giggles of children

She listens to the music of love
Whispered 'I love yous'
Warm embraces

She listens to the music of pain
Tear-choked voices
Heartbreaking screams

She listens to the music of anger
Roaring fights
Searing slaps

She listens to the music of heartbreak
Sobs wracking her body
Shattering glass

— The End —