at Peace    1969 -   
Thou cometh the Winter
in discontent
the leaves of Summer
must give up the rent
~ Helen 04/05/14

Remember this,
To be touched
is not just
Fingertips on skin
Hugs of the soul
are a deeper embrace
They reach beyond
the human face
to see where
you truly begin
~ Helen 26/12/13

'When the time comes
place the coin,
beneath my tongue
so I may pay
Charon!
Or else my
journey
has scarce begun'
~ Helen 01/12/13

All poems posted are original and written by me, Helen Doogan, under copyright law except where expressed and acknowledged to the original author.

In other words... don't steal my shit ;)
Thou cometh the Winter
in discontent
the leaves of Summer
must give up the rent
~ Helen 04/05/14

Remember this,
To be touched
is not just
Fingertips on skin
Hugs of the soul
are a deeper embrace
They reach beyond
the human face
to see where
you truly begin
~ Helen 26/12/13

'When the time comes
place the coin,
beneath my tongue
so I may pay
Charon!
Or else my
journey
has scarce begun'
~ Helen 01/12/13

All poems posted are original and written by me, Helen Doogan, under copyright law except where expressed and acknowledged to the original author.

In other words... don't steal my shit ;)
Helen
Helen
4 days ago

nothing matters
in this world
anymore
you closed the door

Helen
Helen
4 days ago      4 days ago

from the deepest darkness
of the greatest sorrow
winked a little light,
calling
"I will find you"

and it's echo surrounds me like a soft blanket on the coldest night. I wait for it to be right
~Helen Doogan 18/05/2015~
Helen
Helen
May 12

No one can understand what you're going through...

Is the comment I just read!

No one can understand...

But I can.

A single mother, forced by necessity
To be, mother, father, right and wrong
Standing beside your children
as they laid your body, so strong
into the ground... The cold ground
Gone forever, lost to sound
Lost to the screams of a heart torn apart
Deaf to the pleas to come back to us
Silently, as you lay down to rest
You left behind the part of you that was always the best.

Now, there's nowhere left to go
The empty lounge, the empty bed
The empty path to walk alone?

Where do I go now?

Now that your lying quietly
hidden from the demons
that arrested your life?

Where do I go now?

Your presence was a dark stain
upon my soul.
Why must I pay the price?

Where do I go now?

  Reposted by Helen  ·  May 12
Joe Cole
Joe Cole
May 12

She was the music of the night
Sang the sirens bewitching songs
Luring men high up the mountain slopes
Her beauty to gaze upon
But was she real or just a myth
This lady of the night
None will know for none returned
Of the young men who left in the dark
But still her haunting melodies
Fill the mountain glens
Beautiful clear crystal tones
That invade the minds of men
Who is she? What is she?
Whose songs have such haunting power
Songs that echo 'cross the mountain slopes
The minds of men to snare
Perhaps its just the mountain winds
Echoing round trees and slopes
None will ever know
For none has ever seen the one
Who sings the music of the night

I just fancied trying something completely different to my usual stuff. Let me know what you think
Helen
Helen
May 7

No matter where you're going,
never forget where you've been.
Yesterday and Tomorrow
is a long way in between.

something I learned today
Helen
Helen
May 6

all the questions
left inside of me
I wondered about
if there was anyone left
to please

all the answers
left inside of you
I wondered about
if there was anyone left
to abuse

and in the skies
the stars start to weep
diamond tears
that fall at your feet


are the answers that
you sought
in my pain

their glittering presence

driving you insane

this is my nightmare

wishing you weren't there
grieving me
with your false tears

you never
understood
with each and every
falsehood
I'd had to bleed,
a slow feed,
each and every year

trying to divine
every single time

I never had
anything
to fear

This is my nightmare
Every time, you aren't there
and I don't care
for you weren't there


When I decided to bleed

This is my nightmare
Every time you aren't there
but I don't care
for you weren't there


When I decided to leave

Helen
Helen
May 6

She speaks in whispers
nobody knows why
but she lies

She thinks in actions
others don't understand
but she can

Captured demons bleed
minus their razored wings
but she sings

There she lies, battered
cracked and broken
No. Words. Spoken

Her demons stand sentinel
over her bloody sacrifice
but
      she
            holds


the knife

 
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