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
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
  Reposted by Helen  ·  1 day ago
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
1 day ago      1 day ago

lines on my face
from traveling through time
trying to fill in
those spaces between lines
awkward old pickups
one liner surprise
panty clad asses
defined by their lines
they never worked for me
unless well defined
even went to the doctor
to unline my mind
lines at the checkout
lines for the toll
lines in the tv
and on my bankroll
lines on my journal
which separate thoughts
lines at the the recall
for the garbage i bought
lines on a chevy
lines on a ford
cutting edge techno
and the edge of a sword
line upon line
of writes never told
just the lines on my face
keep me growing old
lines on the mirror
used to make me feel fine
through rolled up dollars
a line for the mind
lines to pay tickets
and slow checkout lines
don't be in a hurry
just get back in line
you can never be hurried
when you stand in a line
and that space you just jumped in
well, biatch...it was mine...
every persuasion
of life, you will find
somehow keeps you waiting
so, get back in line....
just get back in line.

i got to thinking about lines
there are so many
seems all our lives
are influenced by lines
Helen
Helen
2 days ago      2 days ago

I don't know what it's like to want to die
but I know what it's like to watch
I know what it's like glance at the hours
waiting,
it's like looking at a clock
that goes backwards and the cuckoo
that would normally come out to play
pokes it head out and announces
"There is no time today"

I don't know what it's like to wither
I know what it's like to cease in time
staring at the wall is fascinating for you
but all the same, I'm watching that wall
and waiting for you to be sane

I don't know how it feels for you
but how about how it feels for me?
I don't live inside your brain
but you don't exist in there,
independently

I don't know how it feels for you
I know how it feels to me
we both don't want to open the garage door
you see rafters that could make you fit
I see gone my forever more

I won't pretend I know how you feel
when you cry so inconsolably
If you don't ever try to forget
I was there, to dry your tears
the tissue shredded
by more than your fears
I don't know how it feels
but I do know what I see
I ask you to see me

I have only known depression from a carers point of view. I know nothing of how it feels to actually feel it but, as someone who has long termed cared for a love one of a mental illness, I kind of have an idea. While they have their support and medications, the carers just have their strength and memories...

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Helen
Helen
5 days ago

did you know?
That at 15 years old I was raped
in the back of a car?
I was not alone, next to us
lay another couple, limbs entwined
like mine, but no tears were found

did you know?
For the next 5 years I had sex
with any boy that said to me
I love you because, sex is love...
right?

did you know?
I only really fell in love once
in a life where love is rife
I fell in love with a boy so completely
wrong for me
but made me feel.... nice?

did you know?
that boy gave me back my voice
helped me scream into the void
and sat and held my hand
as the screams echoed back
inside my head and made me
understand, how I had a choice

did you know?
that boy became my universe
my sun, my moon, my dark, my light
who gifted me little star babies
that feature in my dreams at night

did you know?
The boy became a man
became a agitated, muted clam
after careening head first into flight
remembering that he had others
in his life, he needed to fight.

did  you know?
that 26 years later
that boy, who became a man
and saved me from being a hater
lies next to me in a sleep
that escapes him most of the time
He slumbers as I massage his scalp
whispering how I was grateful
for his help at such a crucial time
how I was happy to find
someone that didn't just want
to take advantage of me

did you know?
He's mine

Helen
Helen
Aug 13      Aug 13

August started out like all the other months, there had been so many
The highs and lows of many seasons
saw my pockets spent of just a penny
Saw my recollections stacked to amount to rubble,  just prized as memories
And pieces of puzzles, ill fitted together, produced gaps within my psyche
Crossroads bring me to a full stop
I'm haunted by the ghosts that linger
Pointing this way and that way, back the way I came, demanding I stand

right here

But I've been down this road before

It's littered with the pieces of me that died, and became just carrion
But like a Phenix, burning deep inside
I flicked off the ash and moved on

Singing my Swan Song

and     I       cry

Your drugs don't let me sleep at night
Your love just leaves me cold
The road I took, just last lifetime
Left me broken and bitter old

Better luck I find, on an old but familiar road, I may have walked it all before
But I left the story untold

Helen
Helen
Aug 10

It's black, where I am
It's cold, where I sit
It's true, that I am damned
It's odd, that I fit

Helen
Helen
Aug 6

Successfully cured myself
of writing...

I simply no longer care

I'm so proud of myself...
: (
Helen
Helen
Aug 1

That was fun! she cried as she clapped her tiny little hands. Her long red fingernails clicked against each other as she bought her hands together, making a sound like a beetle scuttling across the dirty concrete floor. It echoed in the almost empty space.
Lets do it again! she whispered and the smile on her face eclipsed the gloom in the cavernous waste and the echo of her laugh rose to the high corners vibrating in the long forgotten cobwebs.
He lifted one eyebrow at her delight and the corner of his mouth twitched but he remained silent at her joy.
He turned away and after careful consideration, chose his most favourite piece of apparatus, and came around slowly as a strangled moan caressed his ears and the sight in front of him lit into his pupils, staining them red.
She draped herself over his back, her fingertips lightly caressing his chest, he turned his lips to tickle her earlobe and asked,
Which finger, or toe, next my love? Or perhaps, I could give you, their heart?

not quite a poem.... almost something :)
 
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