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Helen Jun 2014
I could hula hoop for hours
and watch the minutes go by
as I watched your mesmerised eyes
traced my hips, back and forth

I could rewind the mixed tape
I made, twisting the pencil artfully
you waited for our song silently
then the music played for us

I could reach out the window
and turn the speakers the other way
some would say, beneath the screen
we reenacted our own silent dream

I could skip rope, I could jog miles
I could take a joke with a smile
I could pretend we were perfect
on the end of notes so discordant

But now I just lay next to you
and you listen to me breathe
Waiting for the last note to play
but I remember almost everything

I remember I used to hula hoop
and fix all your mixed tapes
I remember all the silent movies
and I remember my mistakes

I wish I could turn back the time
and be as young as you are bold
I wish this time was not so painful
as I wish the pain would just grow old

I want to hula hoop again
In your mind I would be so young
When that mixed tape plays again
I hope it brings you the joy of when
we were young
I'm not going to outlive you, I'm not even going to pretend but I just hope you know, I lived it all until the end... Please, live without me...
Helen Jun 2014
I
WilL
NeveR
Weep iN
Fear. tearS
Gently to thE
Ocean swim sofT
Upon a tiny breezE
And relieves me of *I
My angst, my tearS
Are eternal in aN
*Ocean deeP
Helen Jun 2014
my 10 year old daughter Chelsea started rapping at me and I was put on the spot, this came off the top my head... I'm not a huge fan of rap! She came back with the second half!
Feel free to add in the comments, she would love it! I'll edit it all together for her :)

Helen
Only once I wanted to be a mime
So I stopped talking af_ter a time
In a while I wasn't heard at all
Wonder if its because this stupid wall


Chelsea
*My name is Nancy
and I'm so fancy
Good and bad don't hafta rhyme
and now it's time to be a Mime
once I saw a pug in a mug
so I just shrugged
and chugged that mug
Word? lol!
Helen Jun 2014
I trace your faded prints upon the dirt
around them, mud congeals to form my hurt
failing falling stars confuse my path

I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert
all false the trails refusing to subvert
antipathetic strands to stir my wrath

The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets
thou swore undying oath to never keepest
lest all worlds align to hide the truth

Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest
floors of pits that tenderly would keep us
undestined, lost and wild to know our youth

And seek you out I must, I must, I will,
at universe's end, a galaxy
where we would rest, reborn; become, to be
where every breath relaxes into still

Ever will you walk alone, until
you witness me in my entirety
Come, my unforgotten one, you see
arrival less one is a bitter pill
My attention was grabbed by Dante's sonnet variation; true story is I got my knickers in a twist because I couldn't make it work and threw it into the woods where luckily a very smart bear was able to claw it into a work of art :)
Thank you Bear :)
Helen Jun 2014
I want to be
just like you
living in the moment
breathing
the heavenly blue
skipping the light fantastic
weaving wonders from words
kissing understanding
and just like that
it's untrue
I can't be like you
because I dwell in the fear
of being unknown
but, I live here
in the unpromising zone
hack is stitched
as a single word
into every seam
of all the coats
I've ever worn
but I have sworn
that I'd be forever
the firefly
that lights the sky
from the warmth of my
tiny backside?
Just know....

I tried!
  Jun 2014 Helen
r
Alone in his dark apartment
black dog asleep
the sound of children playing
in the street outside his window-
children of color, his housekeeper says,
not quite seeing the distinction
only hearing happy voices-
an old jazz number on the radio
as he stands and dances slowly
with his cane tap, tap, tapping
to the beat and dreaming of a girl
he once read about named Helen
in a book of braille.

r ~ 6/6/14
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Helen Jun 2014
Footsteps in the hall
a light beneath the door
the smell of lilies
in my sleep
lingering warmth
upon the sheets

mail delivered
only to be marked
"Return to Sender"
with a personal note
on the back of the envelope

"I wish your letter
found them well
I suggest you
re postmark it
addressed to
Hell"


Tv programmes rerun
that are abysmal
the weather forecast
is for a little more drizzle

scented candles mask
given their arduous task
of completely obliterating
the scent of your skin

Ten thousand questions ask
Were I to be your last?
One word, no mistaking
*S I N
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