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Hollow Hearts
by Lisa Hilbers

Sunday, January 01, 2006
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This is not pretty; But sometimes that's the face of truth.
You still have time to turn back if you don't think you can take it.

Hollow Hearts

I've seen where you've trampled; Your
marked pathways to hell-
Your jagged lines; Your victim's shelled
minds; The hollow eyes left behind
to decay-
You hold them hostage on a one-way trip;
Sucking them dry to the bone-
Vampirish bites as the demon's fangs rip;
stranded in hell all alone; Even death
would seem a better

His hands they shake while the pains bite
through his soul; His eyes can't; Won't focus
on anything except his next fix-
Flared nostrils cry out; He's a dirty whore;
Fuckin' the razor sharp edge of insanity's
drug induced tricks-
They've held him and coddled him; Fingered
his brain; Watched him float in a
tube full of hate-
His complexion gray and clammy; Future looks
the same; Time is running out and
there's no reason to

A spoon full of meth; Seed of Satan;
Sperm off the demon's tongue-
Gouging; Digging; Stabbing and
screaming; 'Til there was no breath
in his lungs-
His eyes rolled back to meet the rush; And the
explosion of death's mighty grip-
He couldn't escape; He wouldn't try;
They say his Mother wept; As she kissed
her Son's blue lips

She's seen where you've trampled; Your
marked pathways to hell-
Your jagged lines; Your victim's shelled
minds; And the hollowed hearts you've
left behind

Lisa Hilbers


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Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 1/10/2006
You left me in total awe, Lisa! This is so profound, well expressed, captivating - and chilling!

God bless,

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 1/7/2006
Powerful and shocking, but necessary. Excellent write, Lisa; very well done!

(((HGUS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :(
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 1/4/2006
Stark. Vivid. Painful write. Powerfully expressed. I agree with Michelle Mills--an attention grabber, a necessary one. I thank you.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Michelle Mills 1/3/2006
A twisted, vivid, dark write...stark reality. It certainly grabbed my attention Lisa...and my admiration. Michelle
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 1/3/2006
Your work flows so well, no matter the topic.
Reviewed by jude forese 1/2/2006
powerful, mesmerizing poem!
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/1/2006
Evil seems to find all sorts of ways, Lisa. You have powerfully expressed on of them here. Happy New Year to you,

Reviewed by E T Waldron 1/1/2006
Lisa the power of your pen when you write like this is nmagnificent!
No one can do it better! It leaves me awed!

Love and blessings in the new year,
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 1/1/2006
Very haunting write....I cannot believe that any person can go this is total madness!!

Happy New Year sweet lady!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Dale Clark 1/1/2006
This is so haunting Lisa! Powerful piece.
Reviewed by George Carroll 1/1/2006
Right to the jugular with this powerful write. Alcoholism ranks up there with this terrible addiction that destroys body, mind, and soul. Hope it helps someone out there. Splendid write Lisa.
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 1/1/2006
It is a long and twisted road that leads to this place of finality. I think it is an abusive slap to those who love them that they too should have to pay witness to the personal destruction of the "User". No mother birthed her children to have them live a life of disrespect of self and of those who have loved and nurtured them. A hollow heart, yes, it is indeed that, for in the heart of those who love the Addicted, the feeling of loss has long stood and the tears that could be cried have long been cried out and their love, tarnished by disrespect and slow suicide. Where the User is concerned, it is only them and the drug and there is no one or nothing importent enough to get between those two things. Parents and those who love the addicted, have such hope early on, that this might just be a phase or that dumping them into a rehab-facility might turn them around...sadly, the choice always is one of the addicted and not of those who wish to enforce their will upon them. Unfortunately, we cannot cut the cord until we kiss those blue lips goodbye and know that their suffering, and our own, has finally come to rest. Only then can the enlightened heart reflect upon the times when they had hope for their child/sibling/parent/spouse and when their own life wasn't torn by pain and anguish. Though the User thinks that it is their personal life choice and that they have the right to do whatever they wish and abuse those who love them in any way that they deem necessary to protect their addiction, it is in fact not the truth. They have no right to put those who love them through such anguish, for those "not the user" die a thousand deaths before the User dies once. Powerful and intense, this poem sounds like a moment of purging for the heart of those who have loved these troubled and addicted souls. Excellent pen, Lisa!
Take care,
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 1/1/2006
Almost was me. Memphis. 1976. I saw death.
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