Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Helen Aug 2015
it's chilly tonight
the kids are sleeping
I came home late from work
you questioned the hours
I'm keeping
so I sit alone
outside, where I like to hide
you went to bed hours ago
alone in the space
where we divide
I'm going to come to you
after just one more drink
and a little pep talk to myself
I hope, I think,
you'll be asleep
and the awkward conversation
that's rotting on the beach
with each low tide
Is something we can
look forward to
tomorrow
when I've borrowed
some more pride
  Aug 2015 Helen
poet ninja
broken glass ,shattered dreams*
scars we try to conceal....
lies masquerading as hopes..
a raging sea of torment .....endless storms within
one side of the mirror....me, myself , i in doubt.
on the other, the man i need to be.....screaming
loud....silently.
a teardrop mask...... a reflection of who i am,
portrait of truth i cant accept.
who knows what the darkness hides.
words unsaid, a withdrawal..... do not second
guess......beneath lies a chained soul..only
love can break free.
broken glass......empty shells,whilst trying to pick
yourself...... they cut.......and you'll  bleed across
the land...
broken glass will tell you lies,
bleed your soul and blind your eyes.
beware.....like a demon on the rise...
fought against the world, knowing how fragile
broken glass can be....as fragile as glass ...
that is me....
where do i go from here, what fate is drawing
near.....in the end......i am what i am..
broken glass of whats left of me

#broken #fear #dreams #torment #storms #fragile #fate
#brokendreams #shattereddreams
  Aug 2015 Helen
poet ninja
frustrations.....we all have em....when 3-fold applications of doubt surround my fate, words I've found they bring me peace and light.... the weight we carry lighten ...the cloud of gloom dissipated.
we all have weights......a cross to bear,
we all have our sorrows........while it varies in dimensions...the color of grief is common to us all.....

*"Be still, my soul; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain ...
  Aug 2015 Helen
Tupelo
Everything I've written
Belongs to my love
I've never met
one day I hope you read them all
  Aug 2015 Helen
Tupelo
Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I know about these demons
All of them by name
The vices they have gifted me
Conversing with my addictions
Making plans for the future
And tightening the chains

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I've identified all the leaks in my hull
Letting the Atlantic rush on in
Duct tape can not fix every hole
That you have left in me

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I do not care about this body anymore
Wishing to rid myself of it
Liberation will be the song I shall dance to
Once this heart has forgotten it's rhythm
And my blood pumps in tune again
Today is the first of many
  Aug 2015 Helen
PrttyBrd
He loved me once
With exuberance and joy
He loved me once
And saw my flaws as perfection
He loved me once
And helped me to love myself
He loved me once
With all that he is
He loved me once
With an honest soul much like my own
He loved me once
And made me believe in forever
He loved me once
With neither question nor doubt
He loved me once
And in a flash of perception
All I can say is...
He loved me once
82515
Nothing changed
Yet all is altered
I ruin joy
Next page