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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
Cheyanne Hopkins Aug 2018
Memorise
In the mirror, I see your eyes
I hate the lies
that you spit, through your cries
I see you look up to the skies
rise
rise
rise
another prize
now I size,
you up. I see the spies
I no longer fantasize
But you can't see through my disguise
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
Dark
Bruised eyes
Lying, damaged hearts
Screams from violent arguements
Take me from this hell
Away from here
Right now
Please
---
Warm
Pink cheeks
Wide happy smiles
Embraces, comforting and soft
I want to stay here
I don't want
to leave
you
--
Calm
Blank eyes
I am lost forever
I don't know where to go
Should I stay here
Should i go
I am lost
and I'm
gone
-
Cheyanne Hopkins Dec 2018
{no}

[yes]

^dont^

:run:

"live"
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?
Cheyanne Hopkins May 2019
When the news of your death reaches my ears
How will I mourn?
How will it hurt?
Will it hurt at all?

I'm not sure

When the news of your death reaches me
Will I rejoice?
I never had a choice
except to pretend you didn't hurt me
anger me

When the news of your death reaches me
Will I care?
Will anyone?
why wouldn't we celebrate?
after all your actions
why would I cry?

When the news of your ended existence reaches my ears
how will I react?

not very much at all,
I expect
This is about my father, he *****. This is for you dad, I hate you
Cheyanne Hopkins Aug 2018
WINTER is holding hands
and warm breaths mixed together
Pink noses and cheeks

WINTER is muffled voices
sharing the same space

WINTER is brown eyes
that set alight with the fire at their feet
sparks travelling through their eyes,
across their skin, warming them to their bones

WINTER is light blue eyes
fading into the pale sky
soft pale skin icy to the touch
lips chapped and bright pink
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 Feb 2019
хаос
I never stopped thinking about how we had to leave because of you
How you got to stay there and we had to escape

страх
I know she was still worried you would come to find us
that you would attack when we were alone

Прекратите, пожалуйста
I still remember what happened when you were drunk
I was young but I see the memories through a fish tank

Храбрый
I still get scared around you
But I never flinch

Прощай
хаос = chaos, страх = fear, Прекратите, пожалуйста = stop please, Храбрый = brave, Прощай = goodbye

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