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Helen Dec 2012
to say
sorry
but just
practice
one
so it
counts
Helen Dec 2012
Such a pretty face
with a body beneath
a tattered dress
Yesterday a new moon
wearing a paper smile
escaped with finesse
Chandeliers of mistaken dreams
illuminates a petty farce
Cascading moonbeams
hide behind
a concrete mask
dance oh pretty one
dance for me
beneath the moonlight
dance, be free

Underneath a lace moon
wearing a concrete mask
dance in step
with meloncholy
while you laugh
Helen Nov 2012
you weep upon a mound of dirt
pretending I'm beneath the earth
but I'm the bird upon the sky
the brightly colored butterfly
the flower that blooms through the crack
all the regrets that you'll never get back
I'm the rainbow that never ends
the forgiving heart that always bends
the light in the middle of the night
I'm the monster under your bed
the one inside your head
that will make everything all right
I'm not dead
I'm just gone
you weep over an empty grave
it's not goodbye
just... so long
Helen Oct 2012
I’m pretty easy to love without my makeup on
I’m pretty easy to talk to without a song
I’m pretty easy to approach without any drama
I’m pretty easy to ask if I want to belong

It’s pretty easy to want to be my friend
It’s pretty easy to comprehend
It’s pretty easy to do without the trauma
It’s pretty easy to the bitter end

It’s pretty easy to walk in the light
I’m pretty easy to talk to in the night
It’s pretty easy to make it all so hard
It’s not so easy to make it right

It’s pretty easy to make you go away
To hide away from the pain
It’s not so pretty to stay so sane
It’s pretty easy to take flight
It’s pretty easy for you to see me again
at my burial site

It’s pretty easy to make me go away
It’s not so easy to stay
my son was devastated to hear that a young girl killed herself because she was being bullied by a boy who liked her! He asked me for a poem to reflect her life and here it is... for her, for him...
Helen Oct 2012
I disintegrated
with a perfect face

I melted down
with a perfect frown

*I fell down
Helen Oct 2012
pictures scattered across a coffe table
whispers of me float to the floor
once I lined the hallway in stillness
looking for nothing more
Sublime dictations of poetry
drift from the sheets on the bed
thoughts that are nothing more
than waking dreams in motion
are just what I might have said
I can't once again
connect with this space
anymore
when memories of me
are shattered
and scattered
Upon the floor
Helen Oct 2012
hold you?
upon their shoulder
like a boulder?
who is going
to kiss you
goodnight?

who is going
to miss you
while trying
to kiss you?
who will cuddle you
through the night?

who is going
to
pretend
through
all the
artifice
just to want
to
be your best friend?

who is going
to
miss the beginning
for you
just to be
there
at the end?

who is at the start
of every day?

who is the last to
be your
focus
as it all
drifts away?

who is going to
want to guess
what tomorrow
will bring?

who is the only
one
to never
ever
assume anything?

who really knows you?

as someone who you are?
or are they
all
just
nothing?
just another
shooting star?
who is really going to know you?
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