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
Helen
Helen
4 hours ago

We both knew it would never be enough
when we both tried to walk away
We said our goodbyes to an overladen sky
if only one of us had tried to stay

We could have laughed, we could have  cried
we didn't have to say goodbye
Only both us did know
when the tears fell to the snow
there was nothing left to try

Then summer came
and thawed our hearts
we both started again
A river flowed
and a conscious glowed
New beginnings became an end

We laughed, we cried
we forgot where we started to be
we lived
we'll die
forgetting it was you and me

So please don't forget me
as the river starts to dry
my tears are never ending
unrelenting from my eyes
So please don't forget me
Even though we said goodbye
We tried...
we tried...

There is music to this, in my head... I just sang it to my husband and daughter (with much embarrssment, I cant sing to save myself) wish I could play the music that goes with it...
Helen
Helen
3 days ago      3 days ago

Are you okay?

No

Oh,
well,
have a nice day...

Helen
Helen
5 days ago

love, love, love, love, love, love
an endless litany
It forms the rope
that hangs
love lost, love found
love that just
hangs around
Love
the bards sang!
Love
the poets wept
nursing broken bones
Love
the tired sheep bleat
love, love, love, love, love, love
so endless is the night
without it
so heartbreaking to live
without it
so cutting can it be
so masochistic
don't you see?
love, love, love, love, love, love
if you don't have it
you uninvited it
continually writing
about it
brings it back
not one bit

  Reposted by Helen  ·  6 days ago
tn
tn
6 days ago      6 days ago

Now at 3:25 a.m.
All that matters to me
Is how your lips would feel
If they were slowly dancing with mine
How your skin would feel
If it were underneath my fingertips
And imagining the way your hands
Would curl around mine in the dark.
And I believe
That this is an improvement
On things that matter to me
At 3:25 a.m.
Because my mornings
Used to be dark and lonely
They were not beautiful
They did not make me feel butterflies
But this is what happens
When you fall in love
You trade in that loneliness
For a garden of daisies
Because if they like daisies, you like daisies.
And suddenly all that matters
Is watering that garden
And watching it grow
And praying a drought won't appear
Because at 3:25 a.m.
You're the entire world to me
And I don't want it any other way

t.n.

#love   #happy   #garden   #morning   #daisies  
Helen
Helen
6 days ago

I hold a small piece of you in my hand. It's just a tiny piece but mind you, it's the most important piece I have. It's the piece of you that you forever tried to give to others. It's the piece of you that you held closest to you. It's the tiniest piece of you, but I hold it tight. I hold it in my hands because its mine by right, mine by divinity, mine by persistence, it's mine because I fought for it, I own it, I won it fair and square...
It's the tiniest piece that you tried to share with other girls in the dark, in the park, in the back room of some dim lit bar but the chip in it didn't become a crack, it's not you that lacked, it was them that couldn't separate a part of you that belonged to me, no matter how the little tart tried. No matter in what dark corner you wanted so hard to hide your act. I own that little piece of you and I'll never give it back.

Helen
Helen
Jul 21

lah de dah de dah de dum
lah de dum de dum de dah
lah de dah de dah de dum
la dah dum de lah de dah

they called it a stroke
even then, I understood
but I never got the answer


You never spoke again
so I interpreted for you

My journey has just begun
I travel, but not far
My journey has just begun
You must stay where you are

lah de dah....

My journey...
  Reposted by Helen  ·  Jul 21
The Dread Poet Roberts
Jul 20      July 24, 2014

Paste your love
But Cut your emotions
Copy everything that's worked before
Delete the worst parts of yourself
Undo any mistakes
And send

 
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