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  May 2015 Helen
Joe Cole
She was the music of the night
Sang the sirens bewitching songs
Luring men high up the mountain slopes
Her beauty to gaze upon
But was she real or just a myth
This lady of the night
None will know for none returned
Of the young men who left in the dark
But still her haunting melodies
Fill the mountain glens
Beautiful clear crystal tones
That invade the minds of men
Who is she? What is she?
Whose songs have such haunting power
Songs that echo 'cross the mountain slopes
The minds of men to snare
Perhaps its just the mountain winds
Echoing round trees and slopes
None will ever know
For none has ever seen the one
Who sings the music of the night
I just fancied trying something completely different to my usual stuff. Let me know what you think
Helen May 2015
No matter where you're going,
never forget where you've been.
Yesterday and Tomorrow
is a long way in between.
something I learned today
Helen May 2015
all the questions
left inside of me
I wondered about
if there was anyone left
to please

all the answers
left inside of you
I wondered about
if there was anyone left
to abuse

and in the skies
the stars start to weep
diamond tears
that fall at your feet


are the answers that
you sought
in my pain

their glittering presence

driving you insane

this is my nightmare

wishing you weren't there
grieving me
with your false tears

you never
understood
with each and every
falsehood
I'd had to bleed,
a slow feed,
each and every year

trying to divine
every single time

I never had
anything
to fear

This is my nightmare
Every time, you aren't there
and I don't care
for you weren't there


When I decided to bleed

This is my nightmare
Every time you aren't there
but I don't care
for you weren't there


**When I decided to leave
Helen May 2015
She speaks in whispers
nobody knows why
but she lies

She thinks in actions
others don't understand
but she can

Captured demons bleed
minus their razored wings
but she sings

There she lies, battered
cracked and broken
No. Words. Spoken

Her demons stand sentinel
over her ****** sacrifice
but
      she
            holds


**the knife
Helen Apr 2015
chasing tails at the party
gorging on what's on offer
the girls were so easy
it's like we shouldn't have bothered

the guys at the party tried so hard
but it was easy to give it up
a six pack and shots of Tequilla
made us easy from the start


driving down the 94
got the stereo on repeat
every nasty word of each song
beats a hollow path to my feet

because my mouth is humming
and the playback is da tune
that keeps his feet tapping
wanting his **** just to swoon

and take me to the five and dime
where I
think we first met
he let me lick his lollipop
oh how easy it was to forget


Oh ****! She be holding a piece
to the head of a stupid man
someone working for minimum wage
but I can totally understand

How come she be tripping me
while I be raging in my jeans
sitting tight in the parking lot
watching her in her Greed

but in my Gluttony
I be acting ten times the ****
waiting 'til she pulls the trigger
Wondering if that is all she got
Greed - wanting what others have.
Gluttony - taking more than you need.
  Apr 2015 Helen
Mike Essig
There's nothing new
about this song
it's all been sung before
I'm just a broken soldier
bleeding from an ancient war

When I came home
there were no crowds
no bands for me did play
I slunk back like a refugee
And now I'm here to stay

Every door
was closed to me
no woman and no lover
to take my hand  to comfort me
to lead my heart to cover

You found me like
some fallen bird
you took me home and said
I feel this pain you carry
now come with me to bed

You took me in
you eased that pain
and soothed me in your arms
outside I heard the sirens scream
inside I learned your charms

You tried your best
to heal my wounds
to get me on my feet
but guilt was far too much for me
I left you for the street

I live alone
in poverty
I guess I'm here for good
there are no saints or saviors
in this fallen neighborhood

But listen to me
if you please
I need to hear your name
to know I'm not completely lost
upon these streets of pain

It's cold it's dark
I'm fevered and
I'm lost in bed alone
I never was much good at love
too weary to the bone

I need to kiss
your shining eyes
but you are far away
and I am caught so far from you
upon this lonely day

You were much
too good for me
my dark relentless lies
too good to see the enemy
within my felon eyes

I thank you
for your comfort
your body and your heart
the way you shared your bed with me
forgave me from the start

There's nothing new
about this song
it's all been sung before
I'm just a broken soldier
bleeding from an ancient war
Probably not finished; may never be.
Helen Apr 2015
I tiptoed across
Red and Yellow
Green and Blue

blending colours
to discover
Orange and Purple
and Pink


manifesting
our dreams
in
painted ink

permanently tattooed
into my skin

*tracing the path
down my spine
to where we begin
he traces my tattoos nightly,
lightly,
with gentle fingertips
at the end of the rainbow
is....
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