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 Aug 2014 Helen
Joel M Frye
Woohoo!
 Aug 2014 Helen
Joel M Frye
There's a book out there
with my name on it today;
a published poet.
Message me here if you'd like the link.  Or look me up on lulu.com.
Poetry isn't written:
                                                        ­                                    
Words are written,
and Poetry is read.
 Aug 2014 Helen
Marshal Gebbie
Jetting away to your far away home
I'm left with your fragrance and image alone,
To sit on the chair with a scotch in my hand
Miserably aware that I can't understand,
Why you left, why you cried,why you sped for the door
Leaving pungency there in the sheets on the floor.

The aching emptiness, hollow inside
The confusion and rawness of pain, I confide,
That I'm lost. Tomorrow is pointlessly there
When I wake up to find that your gone in despair.
Just yesterday, we lay spent on the bed
Entwined and sated, so seemingly dead,
And now the ghost of passion's done
When then, we were so wetly one.

Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
26 October 2009
Repost
 Aug 2014 Helen
betterdays
my slipshod heart
creaks along
i was taught
to make
the best of things

but waiting for
some one to die
is no song

my myocardium
is imperfecta,
apparently...
won't last too long

used to be,
not a problem.
but now age
is catching up
with me.

sad thing is
i am only twenty four

hard thing is want to live more

so like a ghoul
i wait for someone....
hopefully not a mate
to make some sort of
fatal mistake....

cannot lie...sometimes
would be easier
to just lay down and die...

but it is my life's
designate
to sit on this
sad razors edge
and wait
for and about josh
(a briiliant young artist)...
written in mostly his words as he waits for a heart transplant..... and all that brings
 Aug 2014 Helen
Joel M Frye
when
 Aug 2014 Helen
Joel M Frye
when
the poison
is ported through my heart
and eventually arrives
on the slow boat
to its terminal
when
it does its designed job
while picking up side work
in other organs
when
the projector is shut down
and the reality
is walking beside me
within me
I will let you know how I am.
One of the mysteries of life I'd sooner not discover.  But I shall.
 Aug 2014 Helen
betterdays
moss
 Aug 2014 Helen
betterdays
our love making
early this morning
was slow and exquisite
and made me think of moss
all green verdancy and
softness,
gently enveloping moistness

always close to water
the ultimate source of life
simple but enduring

green earth velveteen
a soft place to fall

but then....
it may have just been
the feel of your soft scratchy
stubble
against the tender skin of
my inner thigh

either way....
thinking on it now
arouses me....again.
again... again.....
                           moss
 Aug 2014 Helen
JM
Fuck
 Aug 2014 Helen
JM
Fuckfuckfuckity ****!
I accidentally deleted a good one,  so I left this instead. Because *******, that's why.
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