Helen

Helen Jan 2015

I don't even want to rhyme this
but I know I won't be able
to help myself
I'm so lost in this space
this time, this place,
observations from a shelf
Connections are nebulous
over reactive and distractive
once upon a time it was just about me, but I know it's about you, and me,
and people I've never even met yet!
It's about times lost
in bio degrading minds
and lessons just best to forget!
Struggles with the real world
are snippets of words
in an over active mind,
but
don't ever forget
that occasionally
your thoughts were **mine

#iwishthislifewasshorter

Helen Jan 2015

Demons She Can't Understand

She may have closed the door
but you nailed it shut
You refused to hear her weeping
while you sat upon your ****
Your back against the door
Where you occasionally bang your head
Needles hanging from your veins
Demons not waiting for you
To. Be. Dead.
She sat upon the other side
listening through the door
her good eye against the keyhole
until she heard you breathe no more
Along an empty hall of dust
that ends in a pit of flames
that carries centuries of souls
to their everlasting shame
She sat upon that dirt floor
thinking she was the one to blame
if only you had turned the ****
or just whispered her name...

Helen Jan 2015

The Trek

The Trek

How far is too far to walk?
To journey into the abyss?
How far should you go, to drop memories into a pit?
How far did you walk today?
How many breaths did you steal?
How many ropes did you bind, around fragile wrists
in hopes they struggle so you can feel?

What's the road like to Hell?

#truestory #******* :)

Helen Jan 2015

you think you're so special

just a joke
without a punch line
a chicken
without its head
a funny little anecdote,
a cut the never bled
a story that is left untold
because others fell asleep
the horizon that you never saw
while looking at your feet
your words are paradoxical
to the liquid of your spine
your cries into the universe
internally are sublime
your emotions wax lyrically
but the wax is paraffin
just a pool of liquid
a thin layer of your Sin
the flame that burns above
shows your thinness
to the core
just a puddle of useless wax
when the flame dims
even more useless
than before

Helen Jan 2015

10w Poetry (what is it good for?)

sometimes
only a few words
are needed
*to consider more

Helen Jan 2015

Stranger on a Platform

Standing by, about 10pm
a stranger stood next to me
asked me, from sideways lips
"Did you ever expect this is where we would meet?"
"Nope" I said to the stranger by my side
"I expected no one to come along"
Not interested in a conversation
uncaring where others belong
"Do you think there may be a reason?"
the stranger asks with a sigh
"Nope, not even interested"
as the trains arrival caught my eye
"Oh there's a purpose for my being here"
the stranger tenses muscles that flex and pulse
The train drew near and out of fear
I begged the stranger to get lost
"Leave me alone, I'm going home"
and prepare to depart for the train
that had not quite arrived at the station
no stranger would I permit me to detain
A stranger on a platform held out his hand
and stopped me from stepping onto the tracks
His last words to me as I sprawled on the platform...
"Some actions performed can never be taken back"