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
9 hours ago

Did you see the moon fall
as the sun lit up the sky?
Did you feel the rain crawl
upon cotton sheets
and silken thighs?
Did you hear the thunder
and feel the tug of silken thread
that wove around my fingers
surrounding your beautiful head?
Did you hear the sirens call
their song thrown to the sky?
The melody, a throaty growl
ending on a soft but whimpering cry?
Questions that don't need answers
drowning in sweet lullabies
The universe has exploded
Held captive within your eyes

Helen
Helen
2 days ago

You're my favorite pastime
You're the flavor of all my years
You're the beat that starts my heart
You're the salt that tints my tears

You're the red haze of my anger
and the white mist as it clears
You're the new leaf on my tree
and the root of all my fears

You're my every kiss goodnight
You're my sunrise in the morning
You're my thought throughout the day
You're my moon as the night is dawning

You're my cup of coffee
you're my drink of wine
You're my shot of whiskey
You're my everything that is fine

You are so perfect in my head
so perfect in my heart
so perfect in the beginning
even more perfect at the last

You're my best friend, my lover
my partner and my all
You're the foundation of all of me
Without you I may fall

You're the one who taught me
that one plus one equals us
though the equation is now minus
I trust to go on, I must...

Helen
Helen
4 days ago

I don't even want to rhyme this
but I know I won't be able
to help myself
I'm so lost in this space
this time, this place,
observations from a shelf
Connections are nebulous
over reactive and distractive
once upon a time it was just about me, but I know it's about you, and me,
and people I've never even met yet!
It's about times lost
in bio degrading minds
and lessons just best to forget!
Struggles with the real world
are snippets of words
in an over active mind,
but
don't ever forget
that occasionally
your thoughts were mine

#iwishthislifewasshorter
Helen
Helen
Jan 19      Jan 19

She may have closed the door
but you nailed it shut
You refused to hear her weeping
while you sat upon your butt
Your back against the door
Where you occasionally bang your head
Needles hanging from your veins
Demons not waiting for you
To. Be. Dead.
She sat upon the other side
listening through the door
her good eye against the keyhole
until she heard you breathe no more
Along an empty hall of dust
that ends in a pit of flames
that carries centuries of souls
to their everlasting shame
She sat upon that dirt floor
thinking she was the one to blame
if only you had turned the knob
or just whispered her name...

Helen
Helen
Jan 19

The Trek

How far is too far to walk?
To journey into the abyss?
How far should you go, to drop memories into a pit?
How far did you walk today?
How many breathes did you steal?
How many ropes did you bind, around fragile wrists
in hopes they struggle so you can feel?

What's the road like to Hell?

#truestory #boobies :)
Helen
Helen
Jan 18

just a joke
without a punch line
a chicken
without its head
a funny little anecdote,
a cut the never bled
a story that is left untold
because others fell asleep
the horizon that you never saw
while looking at your feet
your words are paradoxical
to the liquid of your spine
your cries into the universe
internally are sublime
your emotions wax lyrically
but the wax is paraffin
just a pool of liquid
a thin layer of your Sin
the flame that burns above
shows your thinness
to the core
just a puddle of useless wax
when the flame dims
even more useless
than before

Helen
Helen
Jan 7

sometimes
only a few words
are needed
to consider more

 
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