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
10 hours ago

It's your birthday today!

I made you a cake
100 parts love
1000 parts heartache

It even has frosting too!
it's blue

There are 52 candles
34 you will never blow
18 was the time
it was decided you'd go

Oh Brother!

How the world has moved on
without ever getting to hear
your song

I miss my brother everyday, more so on his birthday... it's been 34 years and the pain is still as sharp as ever :(
Helen
Helen
2 days ago

Nobody cared about the little boy
with death in his eyes
with a collection of animal bones
buried deep inside a chest

Nobody cared about the little girl
with lily white thighs
with memories hidden in teeth marks
on her underdeveloped breasts

Nobody cared about the young man
that wore ivory little squares as a bracelet
Not even blinking
when he said I made it

Nobody cared about the young lady
or her necklace made of chain
She wears in stoic silence
when staked outside, in the rain

Nobody cared about the man
who met a woman on a tether
Nobody cared about either of them
Until they got together

They shared an unholy lust
to pay back an uninterested society
To make sure all sins of the past
were paid back in sobriety

Talk was cheap without a cause
Nobody cared about them

Never

In sharing common indifferences
they made sure to repeat

mistakes that weren't theirs

ever

Even though I wrote this... I hate it!
Helen
Helen
3 days ago      3 days ago

When she sat there
on the broken chair
all faded in her glory
You just saw the broken
in that moment
missing the complete story

Sitting where you remain
staring at broken frames
photographic graveyard
tracing the scratches
of memories interred
Hurt never hurt so hard

Memories play on repeat
as you lay at their feet
nighmares are a comfort
these moments raged
inside a locked cage
the moment is upon us

Let the empty broken chair
remind us of 'nobody there'
Let the moment
as it comes upon us
be the moment
that doesn't own us

Broken chair, Photographic lies
Empty Nightmares, Open Eyes


We get caught in moments
that chain us to our demise
Then the moment we are free
We are chained again, by Lies

Helen
Helen
3 days ago

I can be hurt and broken
I can be slightly off key
I can be silently soft spoken
but don't listen to me
I can be repressed and angry
I can be secretly pissed
but don't listen to me
because there are some things
I missed
I forgot to tell you about
how I finally got that hug
and when I got an I Love You
from my Daughter
whom I adore more than above
I never come back to say
that the beaten path
was more a simple stroll
inside a park
When the clouds moved away
and it was a beautiful day
I forgot to take back
my darkest thoughts
I left out how so much joy
fills my ever changing world
don't listen to me
when I'm stuck in a moment
those petals have unfurled
It's a garden sometimes neglected
until there's evidence of a tree
and little sprouts of glad flowers
don't listen to me

Helen
Helen
4 days ago

There comes a time
when your inner self shouts
Enough is enough!
You can't change him

as his demons cry
You can't break him
But then,
your heart whispers
But, you love him
and I try, oh how I try...

Helen
Helen
4 days ago

When I have single handedly
taken over the universe
and lived inside your mind
When every step taken
is an incendiary field
full of triggering land mines
The one thing,
the only thing
you refuse me,
the one thing
that will make my life worse
is when I sit beside you
and ask you for a hug
you just shrug
and your arms stay beside you
I know then, in truth
It's not true
I know then
my only truth
You don't need me
as I need you

It's a line that should be crossed
unless you want to count me
as another loss

sometimes... sometimes, I hate! so many things...
Helen
Helen
May 26

One day I'll be enough
of a person
Enough to recognise
I'm worth it
One day I'll be enough
of a Partner
Enough to recognise
I could be your ever after
One day I'll be enough
of a Wife
Enough to recognise
I need no other life
One day I'll be enough
of a Mother
Enough to recognise
you didn't need another
One day I'll be enough
of an Individual
Enough to recognise
I'll never be good enough
for you

one day...
 
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