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 ;)
  Reposted by Helen  ·  7 hours ago
Rai
Rai
23 hours ago      15 hours ago

I came to read
And read I did until my eyes blurred
The tears smudged out the words
But my heart was full of the pain and darkness
Your heart laid upon a slab
Sacrificial trembling's of some forgotten ceremony
Acted out in style
Every detail
Every single breathe taken
Felt in moments of desire and lose
With each betrayal of time
Within each moment of madness hidden
In spaces so sublime
I found a moment when
Your pain turned into my tears
Walk lightly
Love deeply
Sleep soundly
The light may seem gone
But place your hands upon your heart and know there is still
A place where those we love awaken
And hold us so close
Because we loved and allowed them
The moments they needed

We are connected and separated and each mirror cracks only to show us our true selves ...
Helen
Helen
1 day ago      1 day ago

The trails of woe and agony
are not new to me
because every step you've taken
I've taken too, as I I follow you
and when you're  down and out
it's my hand on your chest
checking your heart beat
pressing against you to ensure
your not alone
But your last bout of indecision
lasted more than a week
Your withdrawal from the daily
works, retreating to places
where you could not speak
left us all to go on our way
Living day by day without
your presence, without your
Love, without acknowledgement
We moved on
I know rising from a coma
can be, simply, an astounding feat
but those that you try to engage with
have moved their feet, everyday
You can't just arise and say
Hear me!
For your silence every day previous
left us impervious to hurt
Perhaps a gentle reminder
we were not forgotten in your
delirium would better serve
You were never forgotten,
for a single moment
But to you, in your mind
We were...

Living and Loving a long term PTSD Anxiety Depressive... I'm embarrassed to say,  sometimes, I get frustrated :(
Helen
Helen
7 days ago

nothing matters
in this world
anymore
you closed the door

Helen
Helen
7 days ago      7 days ago

from the deepest darkness
of the greatest sorrow
winked a little light,
calling
"I will find you"

and it's echo surrounds me like a soft blanket on the coldest night. I wait for it to be right
~Helen Doogan 18/05/2015~
Helen
Helen
May 12

No one can understand what you're going through...

Is the comment I just read!

No one can understand...

But I can.

A single mother, forced by necessity
To be, mother, father, right and wrong
Standing beside your children
as they laid your body, so strong
into the ground... The cold ground
Gone forever, lost to sound
Lost to the screams of a heart torn apart
Deaf to the pleas to come back to us
Silently, as you lay down to rest
You left behind the part of you that was always the best.

Now, there's nowhere left to go
The empty lounge, the empty bed
The empty path to walk alone?

Where do I go now?

Now that your lying quietly
hidden from the demons
that arrested your life?

Where do I go now?

Your presence was a dark stain
upon my soul.
Why must I pay the price?

Where do I go now?

  Reposted by Helen  ·  May 12
Joe Cole
Joe Cole
May 12

She was the music of the night
Sang the sirens bewitching songs
Luring men high up the mountain slopes
Her beauty to gaze upon
But was she real or just a myth
This lady of the night
None will know for none returned
Of the young men who left in the dark
But still her haunting melodies
Fill the mountain glens
Beautiful clear crystal tones
That invade the minds of men
Who is she? What is she?
Whose songs have such haunting power
Songs that echo 'cross the mountain slopes
The minds of men to snare
Perhaps its just the mountain winds
Echoing round trees and slopes
None will ever know
For none has ever seen the one
Who sings the music of the night

I just fancied trying something completely different to my usual stuff. Let me know what you think
Helen
Helen
May 7

No matter where you're going,
never forget where you've been.
Yesterday and Tomorrow
is a long way in between.

something I learned today
 
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