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
15 hours ago      12 hours ago

what if there are no signs?
what if there was one?
and I missed it?
because I was happy
in your happiness
what if I missed
the single tear
that fell down your face
and was licked away
at the corner of your smile
what if I was happy
you were happy
(because you said so)
so I, I don't know,
I like, started keeping pace
with the anomalies in my life
I took my glance
away from you
for just a second
and everything wasn't
all right?
What if there were
no signs
but they were as subtle
as the first snow
if I forever live
on tenterhooks
I'd know!
but...
if I miss a sign
and the edge appears
on a knife
I'm consigned
to live a half life

I love with all my heart and soul a long time PTSD anxiety depressive person and I still fear I will miss the signs :(
Helen
Helen
3 days ago

when life gave us a fighting chance
and melody sang the blues
when we decided to take a chance
and felt we had nothing to loose
when we felt life stood still
Art made our soul rearrange
music made us swallow
a bitter pill
a potion to make us change

when living was an art form
on a constantly changing background
never did our actions mistake
we would ever back down

they are playing our song again
it's not about a broken heart

it's about years unspoken

it's about the years apart

it's about lives left broken

it's all about the body parts

no one makes a start unless
they hear about the life left un led
it's all about the words
that are artfully left unsaid

the 60's
they sing to me
in whiskey whispered rhyme

playing back to me
the memories
of a more or less
war time

Helen
Helen
5 days ago      4 days ago

for Sally A Bayan

Once upon a time, a lovely young woman met a young man beside a pond. They both stood feeding the ducks absently, not really looking at each other. The young woman, in her eagerness to feel what she was feeding, stretched out her fingers to stroke the feathers of the nearest duck but it was further away than what she anticipated, and she fell into the pond. The young man reacted by casually removing his shoes and socks, rolling his pants legs and gingerly stepping his way into the pond to hold out his fingertips to grasp flaying hands and bring the young woman back to the grassy edge. Embarrassingly, she sputtered her thanks and asked if there was anything she could do for him, anything she said....
He asked if she could clean his pond stained clothes, she replied...
No, but if you don't mind the stains, they now match mine.
He looked away and muttered a goodbye.
The man on the other side of the pond watching her but couldn't get to her in time, whispered...
I would have thrown myself head first under you just so you remained without a stain, alas, I was too far away.
As he rounded the pond, and stood next to her, she repeated the same mistake and fell head first into the water, wanting to feel the softness of the duck but, this time, she added no new stains to her dress because two strong arms grabbed her as she fell a breath whispered in her ear...
Don't stain your pretty dress again trying to find softness, it's holding you, right here...

I wrote this for you right now Sally... what I'm trying to say is what I have, you can have, there is someone watching, waiting for you
Helen
Helen
Aug 25      Aug 25

so colourful
so iridescent
so artfully
arranged
so insightful
so righteous
so incandescently
deranged
so articulate
so devoted
so incomparably
emotive
so particular
so insightful
so inevitably
disarranged
so empty
so full
so
strange

so bored, so very very bored...
Helen
Helen
Aug 24

I died this morning
your kiss, lingering on lips
so pale in deaths grip

#KCsHaikuHorror
  Reposted by Helen  ·  Aug 24
The Dread Poet Roberts
Aug 24      Aug 24

The second contest I am throwing is a sudden death match! It is the dreaded haiku! You must catch my attention in three lines, 17 syllables. You will get no more. Up for grabs is a 75 dollar amazon gift card but wait there is a caveat! If two writers catch my attention there will be a battle royal. You have only till Tuesday at 1:00 AM but no later. The only submissions I'll be accepting is haikus posted with the hashtag #KCsHaikuHorror. There is no consolation prize but only shame if you do not win.

Please continue to repost this and my other contest. I'm getting a lot of submissions which I love!
  Reposted by Helen  ·  Aug 21
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
Aug 21      Aug 21

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
 
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