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 Mar 2016 Helen
Joel M Frye
I waited under a waning moon
for a night that did not start
Beneath the pale
of exacting twilight
I ripped open my chest
and held out my heart

The darkness surrounding
consuming its light 
drumming of heartbeats

an encrypted call
to a lover,
a predator 
no one at all

But you called to me

You asked me to answer your prayers
and in the coming night
I wait for you
under the pale moon light

a silvery silence which sounds
of a hopeful despair
Which now knows of the who
but not the where

Silvery is the moon
the silence I can not bear
am I to be frowned upon
even as I am aware
I am here
You are there

the weighted distance counts 
the miles aloud...
I'm not allowed to seek you out,
must stay suspended in my lunar shroud

I felt your every heart beat
Like footsteps upon the floor
I even felt the finality 
when you decided to close the door
The moon was shielded by
clouds that night

She, like me, couldn't stand to see
the agony of your fight, your flight
Torn between survival
and what could never be
breathing just for revival
A re-post of one of my favorite collabs with one of my favorite poets.
"The distance
'twixt dreams
and reality
is called
action."
 Feb 2016 Helen
Busbar Dancer
I wish I was the kind of person that liked Bjork.
Alas, I am not.
The Pixies are cool, and
I like every band Glen Danzig has ever been in,
but that isn't fashionable.
I really did turn into a Martian though.

Lately, its been all Vic Chesnutt with his 2 good fingers and
delicate warble.
**** I miss that guy.

Remember delicate warbles? Neither does Bjork.
hashtag light on Friday
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# I don't really understand how this feature works
hashtag why cant we just use keyword searches this **** seems lazy
#sorry about that I was just lashing out because I get angry at things I don't understand. I didn't get my first computer until like 5 years ago and by then I was already 32 or 33 and well past the point where learning something new is comfortable
#**** yall anyways I don't owe you a ******* thing least of all an explanation this is a poetry site not a ******* hashtag factory
#sorry again no kidding things I don't understand confuse and enrage me. I full on freaked out at a Mongolian grill the other day because I couldn't figure out how to make Szechuan Shrimp happen
#if there is some secret alchemy to creating your favorite dish then why don't they post a chart or graph or something
#next time Im just going to red ginger bistro where you say "id like the Szechuan shrimp please." and they say "Yes sir, Mr Vince, one minute."
#now Im super sad about my outburst
#giants cry really big tears
#yall don't care. you never loved me
hashtagI know that isn't true. I miss you please come back
# whatevs
 Feb 2016 Helen
Rj
Try
 Feb 2016 Helen
Rj
Try
He's right you know?
You won't make it through college
You'll never be anything
And a ******* for trying
So stop will ya?
My eye itches so badly from crying, and my goodness can I please just breathe out my **** nose, and ******* if my head doesn't stop pounding I fear my brain will be on the walls my goodness what a horrible day haha!
She had no reason and I wasn't going to ask.
Her  body left as her thoughts I was removed from long ago.

The rides that we viewed from the pier the sunrise and passed drinks I was a phantom a shadow of the man who gave all to the page and nothing to her.

No magic holds more true than the waves crashing endless into the fading darkness shore .

I had stood long before and I would stand long after .
They all leave you empty as when you first met.

This was far from my last .
The page held more than a shallow hearts departure .

There's no regret in goodbye .
Just a change if scenery.
A bottle in the sand and my thoughts to themself

She left the room.
And left me together thinking I'd be torn apart.

But my thoughts are all that has ever been the whole of me .

And the silence played endless in perfection with the crashing tide.

Your passion remains where they leave just the same.
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