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Helen May 2014
wear that
                  wear this

Smile

don't laugh

don't. even. think

about the                
aftermath*

little princess
in your pretty dress

little prisioner
naked beneath satin

little faker
pretending less

little liar
it's not the end
if it looks like a snake, moves like a snake and hisses like a snake... girlfriend, it's a snake :)
Helen May 2014
moisture wets dry tongue,
drink in the adulation
that you ****** upon
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
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