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Helen Jan 2012
Jealousy is a curse
but Revenge will
invite Karma
Love will decide
a date
But the Heart will
wear armour
Hate will stand
in the corner
Death will come alone
Evil will turn up late
Fear will turn all
into stone
Empathy may appear
but Pessimism will decline
maybe Optimism will come
if Hindsight is behind
Happiness will drift by
but Sadness
will linger on
Anger will try to
**** the party
even when the last
Emotion is gone
still digging around in the oldies folder ;-)
Helen Jan 2012
I miss you
We used to have such fun
Was it something I said?
Something I done?
It’s hard to believe
that you made a run…

I’m standing in front
of the open fridge
but it is not Misery
that is piercing my chest
**** useless emotion
would not be so bold
It’s not because I’m hungry
and I welcome the cold

It’s nostalgia that carries me away
as I catch sight of what is sitting
on the back of the shelf
All alone
A can of Harden Up
your favorite drink
but you didn’t know
I used to slip it
into your white wine spritzer
to try and stop your self esteem
sinking
like a stone

But now your gone

Right in the middle of planning
our next dinner date
where we sit and shoot daggers
at each other
through candlelight
as we eye
a great big plate

of

Revenge

But you'll be late
again
and as usual
it will be served cold
again

Why did I ever hope for more?
We were like a complimentary meal
served by the most
lowest of restaurants
Free
Wholly unsatisfactory
more like takeaway
really...

You're not coming back are you?

Obviously you are now finding
your own brand
of fun
I thought we had it all
But I guess I was wrong
and you proved it

You're just a big coward

Run

Baby

*
Run
just digging around in the oldies folder... this one makes me giggle
Helen Jan 2012
Here it is in all it’s glory

Arriving here has been nothing
short of gory


I’ve survived the worst
but that is not
what I fear
what worries me the most
is the end is almost near
I wonder what my demise
will be this time
I can compare it
to all the others
that bought me to
Number 9…

The first one was just
a simple mistake
I died for my compassion
I did not listen
to dear old Dad
and attended the ill
which I lived (and died for)
with a passion

Secondly I was burned
at the stake for
revealing a feeling
I had been here before
My one sweet love
who was aghast at my
revelation
branded me
something more
And I still shudder to
think I had been
forsaken

Next my time was ended by
a small gunshot wound
to the chest
by 2 lovers
that dueled for me
I just hope that the winner
was the one
that I loved
the best

Four…
I was run down in a murky street
by a horse and cart
as I tried to escape
Slavery

Five…
I was tossed out
of hearth and home
because my family died
in my absence
while I was off fighting
and was denied
for my
Bravery

Six…
I was just trying to sell Roses
which I picked
with my own hands
until they bled
I was alone
on a cold winters night
a target
but at least I was warm
eventually
though the man
that I followed
didn’t take me
where he said we would go
but I still followed
where he led

Seven
and
Eight…

Well lets just say
that after Six
I hardly even learnt
from my mistakes…

So here I am
at number Nine
When my time comes
please, leave alone the priest!
Why abuse him with the
seriousness of a faith
that I seriously lack
Just hold my hand
And wish me luck
I won’t be back

*I hope ;-)
Helen Jan 2012
you take enemies
and make them allies
you chase demons
and make them friends
you catch rainbows
and wrap up worries
you take body blows
and grin to the end
you tackle lightening bolts
and create magic fire
you capture moonlight
and drape it with desire
you hold out your hand
and nature is pleased
you are a god

*me?
I'm just me
dedicated to one person who I know I don't deserve but for some reason he loves me *shrug*
Helen Jan 2012
in an empty river
your rocks
barely cause
a ripple
Helen Jan 2012
In my back pocket
is a shopping list

Bread
Milk

Happiness

In my handbag
is an old receipt
from when I bought

Thought
Clarity
Deceit

Inside my crowded head
are more people
that should never have

Cried for me
or
Lied for me
Or

Died

Inside of my heart
are my moments
of triumph
They are

Godsends

Angels speaking

Nonsense talking

*My friends
I ******* freaking LOVE my friends ;-)
Helen Dec 2011
the empty street mirrors
her gaze, while many feet
pass by her in a daze
her flat stomach is just
a simple illusion as she
fools others in her delusion
she kisses the air for the rent
of the back alley she haunts
tucking her curls behind ears
that ignore the taunts
the twenty rolled nicely
for her to breathe freedom
the fifty was a bonus
for three of them
two fifty dollar notes
sit squarely in her gaze
but the gun in her hand
means an end to her days
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