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
13 hours ago

I sit and wait
patiently
waiting for you
to drink
the words
from me
we have an agreement
you and I
I give you life
You grant immortality

#life #death #immortality #drink
#boobies
  Reposted by Helen  ·  16 hours ago
Bones
Bones
2 days ago      2 days ago

There's a forest
inside her
as vast as
the night
and no-one
to guide her
and no
guiding light
and no-one
to show her
that just
out of sight
is the path
she would make
if she walked,
so she waits
and moves
nowhere at all.

Helen
Helen
17 hours ago

I think I would not like to be
a single tree on a barren prairie
for you see I'd be a rarity
eager to be culled by all that see

I think I would not like to be
a mermaid drifting out at sea
for you see even though I'm me
I'm an oddity not allowed to be free

I know I would never want to
be just a possession you have got to
Own!
Where is my voice?

I know I would never want to
be an oddity you have just got to
Possess!
Where is my choice?

Helen
Helen
17 hours ago

pulled into the grocery store
turned around and locked the door
started walking the other way
went ten blocks down the steet
simply just following my feet
memories in my mind on replay

got up this morning, made the bed
felt the vessel in my head
Snap! and I started to sway

took over an hour to simply dress
even the mirror screamed at the mess
flipped the image as I do each day

found myself standing in a soup kitchen
everybody lined up, just bitchin'
shrug my shoulders, had something to eat

locked the house, started the car
I knew I couldn't drive so far
the grocery store was where I was beat


So ten blocks down from my abandoned car
I don't know if I've come too far
to make sure I'm no longer a burden

The ticking time bomb in my brain
finally activated making me insane
Hope I was far enough away to stop myself from hurting them.

Helen
Helen
1 day ago      1 day ago

Crashing Down

Crashing down
and the world has lost
another pilot

Crashing down
seems there's no way
to deny it

Crashing down
shredded wings become
a liability

Crashing down
blazing glory is
its legacy

Crashed and burned
charred beyond repair
a small piece of resistance
barely enough to care

Crashing down
the concrete layers
become so thin

Crashing down
amazed that players
can't admit their sin

Crashing down
amid flames that burn
oh so bright

Crashing down
knowing death already
claims the night

Crashed and burned
charred beyond repair
a small piece of resistance
barely enough to care

Crashing down
was the only way
to have survived

Crashing down
means flying high enough
to have tried

Crashed and burned
charred beyond repair
a small piece of resistance
barely enough to care

I wish you could hear the music in my head for this one but if you can't feel free to hear your own tune :)
Helen
Helen
2 days ago

I won't forget the day we met
when you bring me dandelions

His words to me as we held hands
set upon me as I'm crying
I don't remember the exact moment
except a gal bought flowers to her man
dandelions from a distant field
meant you were at least trying, and I understand


then he slept for a while

On a summers afternoon
when we went for soda
you took hold of my hand
when we passed her
and you whispered to me
that you and her were over...


He sighed and said

I remember, it was the day
you showed up, dandelions
clutched in hand
Instantly my soul fell
into your embrace
but I understand...


and he slept for a while

she came back another time
four times, six, ten, a lifetime
forever just to remind him
without him she was nothing

Remember our babies born
raised with the essence of you
Remember how we made them

she blushed
Lucidity, for her, made the memory true

He lay with a beating heart
a blank slate, and a woman
who held his hand
He stared at unfamiliar walls
struggling to understand
how realities became memories
how the beautiful woman
touching his face
could make him feel so blue
as he reaches for a bouquet of
dandelions
that weren't even there, he asks
Who are you?

Helen
Helen
3 days ago

yeah,

it's an awkward position

and leaves a nasty taste

#sorry
 
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