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Helen May 2014
you'd sit
beside my grave
revealing
how you
really
feel
Helen May 2014
glass
    is sharp
        when
         broken

tongue
    is sharp
        with
         harsh

words spoken

cut
     like glass

lash
     like steel

deaf ears
blind eyes

don't care
    how
           you
                  feel
  May 2014 Helen
Amanda In Scarlet
Her pale flesh pinkens
and twitches so prettily
Happily chastised
Helen May 2014
kiss me with your words
touch me with your soul
brush against me, tightly
lose your self control

brand me with haiku's
flay me with short spiked whips
crisscross the marks on my body
alliterated under a lunar eclipse

trace the edge of my demons
as they crawl beneath my skin
flick them from my opalescence
denying their claim of original sin

Oh, how I adore you!

you embrace a pattern of acceptance
for the road that I crawl upon
darkness is a cloak I wear heavily
and all I have is you, to depend on

In the house I set up on the corner
of Bitterness St and Lonely Rd
You never saw me as a mourner
just one who shared your old zip code

oh, how I adore you

you totally relate, so unrehearsed
you stroke a fever with a feathered cane
crisscrossing old scars on a new body
dancing along the same orbital plane

*oh, how I adore you
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Helen May 2014
the pillow beneath my cheek
that swallows the moisture
of all of my tears
the river that became a creek
absorbing all my rejoice
the crux of my fears
the gently weeping song
that litters my heart with glass
cutting my nights
the place where I belong
and at the last
all your wrongs
become right
  May 2014 Helen
Seán Mac Falls
—for Síneánn

We drove to a lost, lonely isle,
And where, if only once to find
Ourselves sown again, belonging
Wholly to the keep of faraway strands
That hours tided us in beads and wave,
The nascent sea whispering aloft and birds
Cascading as we flew, to sail under moving
And hoary dunes with stellar eyes of poppies
Wild, such breathtaking strides for we to make
And the sun set dripping and lowly swept ashore
Away to us on breaths of gentle crests breaking,
We spoke sundry nothings, as if to know things
So simple are to be kept wanting nor ever said,
The lonely, dull star of day fell sleepy, dimmed
By sparks, the shimmer to our eyes—

                                                               So clear,
Shall be the hills of the fair isle to us, will always
Remain caste with new lamb and crowned deer,
By thorn and thistle and rimmed with broken shells
Rung on marbled beach, singular, before innocence
And grace, by skip ****** lovers cradled in only sky
To be joined, with the lined hands of long night stars,
Finally reaching in the jeweled glass by the running
Grains polished, a gild castle moat, stained into ocean
Salt, always by the sea of windows glory and joys given
To each, ever to be ****** upon the high tunes eternal,
Beside the stations of grass and drifted heartwoods,
Among wings by the slip of tides, ripped monumental;

Till when we drove away, this time, in a carriage stall
And all the tumbles of sand into eyes crumbled to end,
We drove ourselves back to riven sleep, a stark beyond
The fallen wayfare columns of momentary paths, we cut
Home, trudging through the garden forests and inlet
Bays on serpentine road, always ever to cross—
A bridge of sighs.
The Bridge of Sighs (Italian: Ponte dei Sospiri) is a bridge located in Venice, northern Italy. The enclosed bridge is made of white limestone and has windows with stone bars.

The view from the Bridge of Sighs was the last view of Venice that convicts saw before their imprisonment. The bridge name, given by Lord Byron in the 19th century, comes from the suggestion that prisoners would sigh at their final view of beautiful Venice through the window before being taken down to their cells.
Helen May 2014
Tick tock, Tick tock, Tock Tock ticking
Clocks cluck, catching curious cries
Several seconds slide, slowly sticking
Eclectic evil ever eager to eat out eyes

Tock tock, tick tick Tock
danger dances down, depicting doom
Hands hold hearts heavily in hock
aren't all able to articulately assume?

Clock is currently counting costs
justifying jumps and juggling jacks
tabulating time that is tossed
lightening liberal lust and loving lax

tick tick tick, tick tick tick
destination is a detonation despised
tock tock tock, tock tock tock*
sheep sleep soundly shrouded, so surprised
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