I admire your golden shell;
you remind me of sunshine
(except you’re a little flaky).
I gently peel back your layers,
getting rid of the dead stuff to
reveal your heart in the middle.
Now I know why onions make people cry.
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Layers
Written By: R.H. Hope
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Apr•
27•12
The Shadow
Written By: R.H. Hope
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Apr•
25•12
Out in the darkness,
Down the spiral staircase,
Past the musty hallway,
She lost a piece of her life.
Never forgotten,
It’s shadow always there,
A simple reminder
To never let her guard down.
Her advice? Put up walls,
Keep an eye out for for threats,
Watch for lurking danger,
And don’t ever fall asleep.
(She never said it was good advice.)
Illusion
Written By: R.H. Hope
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Apr•
13•12
I’m on the dark side of a one-way mirror,
watching you drowning in your own fear.
You refuse to see me, because you only
believe what the mirror reflects back to you.
You feed it your pain, and you get it back in spades.
You accept the illusion and cling to the charade.
You think your chains are only hurting you,but I’m a prisoner bound to your pain too.
I smash my fists into the glass again and again,
wishing I could shatter this wall between us.
I feel the sharp pain when you’re crying out;
I’m helpless as I witness you bleeding out.
Your hand reaches to the mirror for comfort;
I raise mine too though it won’t ease the hurt.
I’m pressing my palm intensely to the glass,
wondering if you feel me on the other side.
But you slide slowly back down to the floor,
unaware that your life could be so much more.
wondering if you feel me on the other side.
But you slide slowly back down to the floor,
unaware that your life could be so much more.
~RH Hope
Dear Freddie
Written By: R.H. Hope
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Apr•
10•12
I delight in chopping up your chocolate bar
with a dozen rusty razor blades,
hearing you scream as they tear into flesh.
Maybe now you know how I felt;
you know the pain I’ve carried all these years,
and why that little piece of you had to disappear.
There’s no talking your way out of it,
just like the night you forced me to shut up
in a way that haunts me to this day.
But I’m not shutting up now —
I’m letting everyone know what you did to me,
and making sure you never do it again.
