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Helen Nov 2014
I try to fit inside my skin
as best as humanly possible
I try to adapt and blend in to
an environment that is inhospitable
I won’t think the same thoughts as you
so I lock myself out as different
I’ll always strive for what is true
and make that my own commitment
I can’t change the essence of what I am
That will not change one small iota
I won’t lie down like a slaughtered lamb
I am acclimatized to my persona

21/11/2013
Helen Nov 2014
So quick to flare
A struggle to hold
A battle to contain
Monumental to behold
With just the spark
Of a single word
To a raging inferno
It burns, undeterred
The tinder of hurt
Feeds the hungry flame
It burns out of control
With no sense of shame
It shrieks with a fury
Of unspoken pain
It flays at the flesh
With little disdain
The black pit it leaves
Once burnt its course
Leaves a deep well
For the tears of remorse
To pool in the dark
Then in a lightening flash
The emotion of Anger
Is turned to ash

20/04/2010
Helen Nov 2014
Killing Me Softly repeating in my head
thankfully it is now the only sound
I’m so sure that was what you were humming
as you crushed me into the ground

So now that I am so small and broken
I don’t know where to start
Perhaps as just a small token
You can start with my shattered heart

There is only just a fraction left
If you want to tear that apart
If you truly want to leave me bereft
That is where you should start

Why leave any small piece of me
That should ever feel such pain
For I feel any piece of me, you see
Should ever be left to stay sane

You have broken just about every bone
In a body that no longer has a care
You’ve taken your revenge against
blank eye,s that can only now just stare

As you break apart what is left
and try to revive a wasted life
As I curl into an even tighter ball
I’ll pretend I don't see the knife

I’ll ride the pain to continue to cling
to the only part of me that remains whole
The very small part of me you tried to own
But you will never have my soul.

It’s mine to take wherever I go
No matter how much of me you have broken
It’ll let you rip out my heart
as just a small token

27/06/2010
some more old 'lost' stuff :)
Helen Nov 2014
I didn’t live long
Or so it seemed
I laughed, I cried
I hoped, I dreamed
At Kensington Palace
I had tea with the Queen
And over in Scotland
Nessie and I made a scene
I flew over wild plains
On my way to Timbuktu
I took on Niagara Falls
In a canoe
I played with the bulls
In my time in Spain
And while in Africa
I saw the rain
In San Francisco
I roller bladed the slopes
To the Golden Gate Bridge
Where I swung on the ropes
I built a snowman
That was Himalayan
I slept under the stars
Amongst ruins that were Mayan
In New York to the lovely lady
I sent a smile and a wink
In Rome at the Vatican
It made me think
That while in Ireland
Oh the beauty I found
I never really felt
My feet touch the ground
I never left my hometown
Or so it seems
But I did live it all
In my dreams

05/03/2010
just adding some of my older 'lost' stuff :)
Helen Nov 2014
because honestly?
the way you've been sitting
staring at me all day
is making me antsy
I got dressed up
to go out somewhere fancy
but you threw up
upon your shoes
and your tie became too tight
until you turned blue
so I stripped naked
as I walked to the bathroom
you kicked off your shoes
so I assume...
We're not going out tonight?
Well alright
I'm down with turning the lights
down low, you're already wasted
so we'll go slow
Led Zeppelin Kashmir
is our background
we'll kick back until dawn
brings new beginnings
in the mean time
as is our domestic habit
you bring the incandescence
and I'll be your Rabbit
sitting on my back verandah, on my laptop, there is a frog in the garden driving me crazy... totally unrelated? Yep ;)
Helen Nov 2014
Breathe in, Breathe out
one, two, three
When I die
I leave nothing

you see?

I leave no words spoken
just written in time
They won't weather
on parchment
They will just disintegrate
as pixels exploding
All new stars appearing
will someday day be mine

And the pictures I painted
will be painted over again
One day when they are remembered
they maybe scraped back
I'll be remembered then

When I die,
I'll take nothing with me
I'll take no conscious thought
or fundamental memory

I'll take no decisions
that affect my past
I'll take no hatred
because at the last

All I have written
all I have painted
all that I wished
in innocence
would be tainted

When I die
it will just be me
*my couple of regrets
and a million subconscious
memories
Good morning, Good evening and Good Night :)
Helen Nov 2014
all I can do is read it in my email
as the Poem of the Day
I can't appreciate your backstory
because, I'd say,
That one day you had a meltdown
and banished me
to the nether realms
where I languish as just a name
on your banned list
never to be revisited
but that's okay
don't feel bad that others
might appreciate your history
because we live it
at your misery.
Congratulations on your Poem of the Day, sorry I couldn't tell you in person... I bet you can't even remember why I was banned ;)
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