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Helen Jun 2015
words create a soulful like
to what is supposed to be
a picture creates a glimpse
of worlds beyond you and me
A picture, a photograph
is what happens, in words
when we let it
we express our focus
we never forget it
For in our hearts
such words evolve
from pictures we are,
as art
no words can describe
the scribble
that has been etched,
upon our heart

By the capture of the Clouds,
the Moon and the Star


in one such frame
we sit in silence
only to marvel
in very amicable thought
*we are as we are
To be a Moon and Star in a Cloudy Sky... don't ask why, just be :)
Helen Jun 2015
if wishes were delicious
I'd only want to
eat you
Helen Jun 2015
that's the
question
asked of
a time or
two, while
sipping from
a glass poured
for me  and you
what's at the end
of the bottle or of
the glass? I  do not
know and it seems
rude to ask. I hope
we don't drink  to
glass breaking in
reality, or try to
see the truth of
you, and me
Helen Jun 2015
when I was a kid
you woke up on a weekend
and met your friends
at the local park
you spent all day
playing on the swings
or exploring
and went home
when it was dark
just in time for dinner

when I was young
we got home from school
had a sandwich
did some homework
then met our friends
on the street
for some fun
shooting the breeze
poking tounges
at all the boys
oh the joy

when we couldn't
make it outside the yard
you meet your siblings
out back
where the lawn hadn't been mowed
in days and
you worked together
to create an elaborate maze
for our clothes peg people
to navigate
it was so great

Nowadays

We all live in this tiny fishbowl
I check my daughters Facebook
times untold
just to see what she's feeling
because we are 'Friends'
then I text my Son
that dinner is here,
He's only in a room downstairs
he may as well be living
Siberia

They don't need me
while they have their life
Unlimited cable internet
streaming to their Xbox, iPad,
cellphone, laptop, talking to friends
like I never did unless
they were standing in my front yard
propped next to a bike

and as I sit here sipping grapes
from an old chipped teacup

*I grew up
Helen Jun 2015
remember, when

Summertime seemed
to
never
end
but we both
knew
it would grow
cold

holding onto
ever growing
Hope
that we both
knew
there was
no way
to find
Home

so if you
carry me
inside a heart
that *might seem

unable to
hold on
to
nothing
other than
lies
from another's
lips

I will
keep on
wishing you
were more
strong

begging for
you to kiss me
honestly
on my lips,

alone

*waiting for you
to be strong
Helen Jun 2015
i n g*

hahaha

very cute but,

No!

What's at the end is, hopelessness
the feeling that gets the better of
most of us
That small realisation that nothing
is there and a minuscule hopefulness
there was somebody to care

Nope

there's no answers, no pretending
what our heart hoped to bring

what is at the end of everything?

Nothing!
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