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
11 hours ago      10 hours ago

repeat yourself over and over
wield words as your weapon
repeat it as many times you need
until you drown beneath
your own perception

Tell the boy you fell in love with that you don't appreciate his lust, tell the girl your dreaming of that she's the only one you think of

Shout out to the universe
that you're unimpressed
Scream in the face of the world
that you deserve only the best

Get into the face of the bitch,
or the bastard,
that hurt you the most
and insist you are worth
the air you breathe, make sure
you're extremely verbose

Helen
Helen
13 hours ago

So many voices, so many signs, so many times I thought you were mine
So many pieces are scattered across the floor, so many pictures of what came before
So many promises, so many pleas, so many Thank You's that never appease?
If we stand beneath the sunset
and it glitters upon our face
How many times
must we walk along a path
we've already traced?
With fingertips roughned by calluses that map a journey, forever heading South?
How many times must the sun set again before your taste will leave my mouth?

Helen
Helen
1 day ago

in the moment you realise
that crazy glue is useless
staring at the shattered shards
wondering out loud
whats going to fix this?

somehow, I don't think crazy glue
can put this shit back together
I'm think maybe it needs silicone
or a big arsed concrete cement mixer

looking at the pieces that spread
like a big mess that makes no sense
I shake my head at the crazy glue
in my hand and whisper
you're just not up to this task my friend

#ashes #dust
Helen
Helen
2 days ago

She measures love in ink
and by the storm brewing in the sky
She measures love in torment
and by the look she finds in your eye

She measures moments in seconds
itching movements beneath her skin
She measures moments in ecstasy
aching touches that breathe with sin

She measures a look
with a jaundiced eye
and a gesture that's so worthless
She measures a look with a sigh
then turns back to something
more worth it

She aches to be touched
but cannot stand
a hand that's raised toward her
She aches to be spoken to
in a soft sweet voice
angels sighing in harmony
is what she prefers

She kisses all that touches her lips
be it poison or profound
She anchors herself
to the hands at her hips
it keeps her head from floating
to the clouds

A solid point of connection
is the world she has so often tried
that has been wasted by much rejection
she writes such perfect lies

#love #hate #lies #awareness #self
Helen
Helen
3 days ago

I've decided it's time
to live up to that statement

if it's gonna happen may as well earn the rep!
Helen
Helen
6 days ago

Yesterday my sister visited me
and remarked on the dozen
blood red roses in a vase and said
how lucky I was to have someone to bring me flowers
I didn't dare tell her they were an apology, I didn't dare tell her they represented the blood I bleed,
I didn't dare tell her she could have them because if he came home and saw them missing...
He'd know someone came to visit
and the tones of the tune would be bass deep and in the end only I would weep to a song that would never end
and the roses would die inside the vase
while I quietly hid my face
Then the daisies would arrive
and once again my sister would visit
only to see fresh flowers in a vase
and sigh in heartfelt delight
but she'll never know, that the flowers
that continue to show up in the vase
represent my fear of the coming night.

Helen
Helen
6 days ago

Picture the clown
with his silly frown
upside down

Picture the big cat
that docilely sat
as you gave it a pat

Picture the main ring
where the bearded lady will sing
the unicorns, risen at dawn
will trail a rainbow on a string

Picture the strongman
holding a child's hand
when everybody just ran

Picture the journey
that involved you and me
Picture the empty seat

Now picture the chaos
the emptiness of loss
all the glamour and gloss

Picture the heartbreak and joy
see the little boy, with the toy?
It's the one thing he don't allow
others to destroy

Picture waking at dawn
understanding in a yawn
nothing will be different this morn

Picture this, the colours are wild
life is more difficult to adhere
Picture the difficulty of this postcard
Wish you were here

 
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